I ended up back on the sofa, curled up again and watching some television. I drank my water and refilled it twice by the time it was twelve, and flicked through the news channels. 2001. Why was this bothering me? What happened in 2001? I tried to think, but I couldn't remember. It may be now, and I may be seventeen, but it was technically nine years ago, and I was eight. Does that mean there's a twenty six year old me walking around in 2001, along with the seventeen year old me? Wait. Oh this was too confusing. My head started to hurt a little, again, so I muted the television and closed my eyes.
"Stop disappearing!" Becca said.
"I can't help it," I said, staring at her laptop. "I don't think I should read that." I looked away.
"What's happening?"
"I don't know, but it's kind of cool. I'm in 2001!"
"I noticed" she said, pointing at the laptop.
"Hey, Google the important events of 2001. I can't remember. The date's the eleventh of July."
"Don't disappear on me. One second you’re here, the next you’re not."
"I've been at Jackson's place all morning."
"Well, apparently hours for you is minutes for me here. Or something like that. Ah, here. 2001. We should have remembered this one. 2001 is when...."

I opened my eyes, groaning.
"Did you not get enough sleep last night?" Ben chuckled as I sat up.
"I'm good. I'm good. Honest"
"Hungry? I hope you like pizza" Jackson said, sitting next to me on the sofa and putting the box on the table in front.
"I'll eat most things" I grinned as he opened the box to reveal a pepperoni pizza.
"I've washed my hands." He said, picking up a slice and giving it to me, chuckling lightly. Ben sat next to Jackson and pulled a slice out of the box too.
"Thank you, Kind sir." I laughed lightly, taking the slice and biting into it. I was pretty hungry.
After eating the entire pizza between us in less than half an hour, Ben looked at me.
"How long do you need to stay, Vick?"
"Need?" I asked
"I mean, we won’t be here forever. I'm sure we can work things out, but after we graduate, you won't have a place to stay." He said, looking a little concerned, maybe.
"I'll figure something out, don’t worry." I smiled reassuringly.
"You can stay with us as long as you want. You're no trouble at all. You just sleep a lot" Jackson chuckled, poking my side.
"We're going to need to get her some clothes, Jay." Ben said, looking at my outfit. I was still wearing Jacksons 'sweats' and shirt. Which I entirely did not mind.

"Ben G. will have money for her clothes. We'll just have to promise he'll get something out of it" Ben said.
"No way. From how that sounds, you won’t be promising this Benjy guy anything." I said, holding my hands up. Ben and Jay were.... shocked for a few seconds, I dont know, but then they laughed.
"Not like that. and its Ben.... G. Not Benjy." Ben explained.
"Anyway, I don't want you wasting money on me. You letting me stay here is kind enough."
"Wait, didn’t Kelly leave some of her clothes here last time she visited, when she was driving through town to go to that art exhibition." Ben said, looking at Jackson, completely ignoring my statement.
Jackson headed for his bedroom, and Ben followed, looking back at me for a few seconds. I took that as a "You should follow" so I got up and did so. Walking into Jackson's room, I couldn’t help but continue my internal swooning. Guitar on its stand in the corner, big bed in the middle, window seat, closet and drawer. And it smelt nice.
"What size clothes are you?" Ben asked, looking at a label of a shirt Jackson had thrown at him.

"You can't ask her that, Ben." Jackson said, looking at him and walking over to me with a pair of jeans.
"Sorry." Ben mumbled, picking up another shirt. "These are fourteens, just saying."
"Aren't American and British sizes a little different?" I asked, taking the jeans from Jackson and smiling.
"Just try and see, Babe." Ben grinned at me. I raised my eyebrow. Jackson looked at him the same way and we laughed lightly.
I took, overall, two pairs of jeans, a pair of leggings and four shirts with me into the bathroom to try on. They all fit me, thank goodness. I came out in the leggings and the long blue shirt. I pulled my black woolly boots on, the one's I'd come here wearing, and looked around to Jackson and Ben, who we're looking at me.
"So, Four pm. What should we go do?" I smiled. There was a slight pause until Jackson said something.
"Let's go see Ben G. Show him our new room mate, and have a bit of a music session, I wrote a few more songs last weekend." He chuckled a little, grinning. His face looked childishly cuter than the twenty six year old Jackson I was used to staring at on my wall, but he was still there.

"So, this is Vick" Ben G. smiled at me. We were at his apartment, and his friend Sam was passed out in his bedroom.
"So, this is Graupner," I laughed lightly. "Nice to meet you."
I watched as Jackson sat down on the sofa with his guitar, before he strummed a few chords. Ben J pulled out a keyboard and, as Ben G walked over to sit at his drums, I sat at the end of the sofa, watching Jackson. Swoon inside moment.
"Rehearse the first song, and then I'll show you what I wrote last weekend." Jackson said to the two Ben's, before looking at me and smiling. "You okay with this, yeah?"
"Of course. I'm watching a soon to be famous band! " I said. Whoops. Luckily, Jackson took it as a compliment and chuckled, started to play his guitar. Ohgod. The keyboard and drums kicked in, and I tried my hardest not to giggle in fan girl proportions.
"The problem with you, the problem with this world, the problem with you, the problem with this world, the problem with you the problem with this world, It's an ugly one, and you’re an ugly girl" They sang. I mimed. Then I stopped myself. I'd never heard this song before. Or atleast I shouldn’t have. The worst thing? I had some of their songs on my phone! I'd have to delete before they found them, or god knows what would happen.

Jackson, Ben J and Ben G were playing Keep Awake now. Well, they were learning it. Bad thing was I couldn’t help but sing along after the first few ones, because the lyrics are the same over and over, and I knew the song anyway.
"'Cos I’m in the kitchen with a knife that’s itching for your red blood on those white sheets"
"Someone has disturbing dreams at night." Ben J and Ben G were commenting, laughing about it. Jackson laughed too.
"I would have written a new song today, but I slept well last night, so no freaky dreams for inspiration."
"Writing songs isn’t that hard though, right?" I asked Jackson. He smiled at me.
"It can be. But if you just write down your feelings, then you'll find it comes out easily."
"Oh, calm down, they're having a moment." Ben G said, laughing.
"Shut up, Ben" the other Ben said, chuckling.
"Go see if Sam's still alive" Jackson chuckled. Ben G thought that was a good idea, so did so.

Around eleven pm, I started to get sleepy, but Jackson, Ben and Ben, and now Sam, were all practising song. I curled up on the couch and closed my eyes, listening to the strumming of guitar strings.
"Back again, are we?" Becca said, smiling at me.
"Getting used to this a little. I've sorta figured that when I fall asleep in 2001, I appear back here, but when I wake up in 2001, I disappear from here."
"You said it was July the eleventh?" She asked.
"Yeah. Almost July twelve now."
"Okay, so, You're an idiot for not remembering 2001 was when September the eleventh happened. You better not go anywhere near that, or tell anyone. Who knows what you do if you change things in the past."
"Oh god. I have to keep quiet about one of the worst things to ever happen? I could stop it and be a hero!"
"What would you say? Oh, Hi, I’m from the future, I know, it’s confusing me too, but you have to believe me when I say a plane's going to hit those twin towers in New York." She laughed.
I shook my head, laughing lightly. Then I frowned.
"That’s weird."
"What?" Rebecca said, a little worry crossing her face.
"I can feel arms around-"

I've been writing constantly for the past few hours. It's my dream! Jackson Rathbone. ♥ I'm posting it here for fun. Read if you want. It's not finished. Here's the first part.
I have twice as much as this down, but yeah, enjoy!

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And that's when I saw him. Jackson Rathbone. But, he was younger. How could that be? I rubbed my head, after I must have hit it on the pavement or something. The last thing I remembered was a tree, and then I don't know. But here I was, laying on the ground and gawking at a guy across the street like an idiot. This wasnt any ordinary guy though. This was Monroe Jackson Rathbone, an actor I have been crushing on for the passed three years.
"Are you okay?" I heard someone on the other side of me say. I looked up to see a guy with one of those hats that gangsters in pinstripped suits should be wearing or something.
"I don't even know." I said, sitting up, still rubbing my head.
"British, nice. Im Ben" He grinned, offering me his hand. Then I really looked at him, after he helped me stand up. I stared at him. I knew him from somewhere. Ben. Ben. OhGod. He's in Jacksons Band. There were two Bens in 100 monkeys, though, right?
"and you are...?"
"Vicky. Where am I? I don't even..."
"Michigan. Hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down or something?"
"No, no...I'm fine....Really" I said, shaking my head a lot, not exactly helping. Ben held on to my elbow and slowly made me walk across the road. OhGawdOhGawdOhGawd. I think I started to sick at that point.

After explaining how he'd found me, while I stood gawking in complete silence, Ben smiled at me, while Jackson held his hand out. I slowly took it.
"I'm Jackson, Ma'am." He smiled, shaking my hand and then letting go. I smiled, trying to not giggle nervously. HeIsSoDangSexyInPerson. "Ben, I think we go inside and get her some water. She don't look a hundred percent." I smiled, most likely looking like an idiot.
The both helped me into the building and sat me down on a table. Ben went to get me some water, leaving me alone with Jackson. I was busy trying not to faint as he sat across from me, his eyes not leaving me. He was most likely making sure I didnt faint too.
"I've never seen a library quite like this one before" I said, trying to say something that made at least some sense.
"Welcome to Interlochen Arts Academy, Michigan, Vick." He smiled. I looked to the side of the table to see a newspaper. I looked at the date and my jaw almost hit the floor. July 10th 2001.
"That can't be possible." I said, grabbing the paper and staring at the date as if it would magically change. "No way. Im dreaming. Im not even here" I laughed like I was mental. Ben put down the glass of water next to me and sat down.
"What's the matter?" Jackson asked.

"This doesnt make sense. Somebody pinch me to make sure I'm awake..." Ben promptly pinched my arm, and I pulled my arm away from him, rubbing it. "Oww. That hurt." I frowned.
Jackson chuckled, and I couldnt help but laugh lightly.
"You did ask for it."
"What's the matter with you? Have you got heat stroke or something? Drink" Ben pushed the water over to me, and I picked it up, sipping it, noticing that Jackson was still looking at me. I put the drink down.
"Nothing's wrong with me. I'm just pretty certian it isn't 2001. Let alone July!" I shook my head.
"Oh yeah, Last year of high school, and then we're getting out of here." Ben said, bumping fists with Jackson.
"Yup, Im going to be off to the Royal Scottish Academy after graduation." Jackson grinned. His hair was all short. It was cute, but it was strange seeing him this young. I had, by this point, concluded that I must be having one of those lucid.. or vivid dreams.
"What im saying is, the last time I looked at my phone, it said 2010. December."
"Maybe you set the time wrong." Ben chuckled.
"Im pretty sure I didn't, doofus." I said, rolling my eyes. Jackson chuckled while Ben stared at me.

"How hard did you hit your head?" Ben asked, tapping my skull. I frowned at him. The only thought running through my head at that point though was 'Lol, Jake says that in New Moon' and then I looked at Jackson and smiled foolishly.
"Okay, So if all of this is real, then, I probally should stay calm until it sorts itself out, right?"
"Dude, This girl needs to go to a mental institude." Ben said, point at me and looking at Jackson.
"It's rude to point, Mr Johnson." I said, looking at him and raising my eyebrow.
"Okay then" He said, sliding away from me a little. "How do you know my name is Ben Johnson?" Whoops.
"You told me." I lied.
"Sure I did...." He said. Jackson was too busy laughing quietly.
"Do you remember what happened yet, Vick?" He asked, chuckling lightly and smiling at me.
Time to lie to save my bacon from lockdown in a padded cell.
"Yeah, A little. My dad kicked me out and I just.. walked. I don't remember how I got to America though, let alone Michigan." I shrugged, hoping I was being believable.
"Oh, Thats rough. Sorry." He said, smiling appologetically.
"Happens, I guess." I shrugged.

After deciding I must be tired, Jackson and Ben, who apparently shared a room at the Michigan boarding school of arts, very kindly, and unexpectedly, offered to let me sleep there. I didnt know where else I would go, seeing that If I went home, who knows what trouble would happen. I might be walking home to an eight year old me. And my mum would wonder who the heck I was. So, that option was a big fat no. Jackson gave me a pair of his "Sweats" as he called them, and an old shirt of his, to change into. I was internally swooning, but keeping my cool, as I went to get changed in the bathroom. I could hear Ben and Jackson discussing whether it would be alright for me to sleep on the "couch" or not. Halfway through their mini argument, I walked back in, putting my clothes in a neat pile at the bottom of the sofa and sat on it.
"Here will be fine, Guys." I smiled, curling my legs under me, leaning against the arm. "Thanks for letting me stay here, I don't know where I would have gone otherwise."
"Its fine" They both smiled and I laughed lightly. Ben threw a blanket at me and I pulled it over me with a thank you. I looked at the clock. Nine in the evening. Jackson went to sit at his desk, to read a book, maybe studying for an exam or something, and Ben went to lay down on his bed, writing and scribbling things into a book. I pulled my jeans up to me and looked through the pockets to see if I still had anything. I looked up to make sure nobody was watching, and pulled out a twenty pound note, which would be useless, some headphones, cherry chapstick and my phone. My phone could pose problems. It had no signal, it wasn't even invented yet. Did they even have touch screen in 2001? I dont think so.

I slide the phone, turned off, back into my jeans pocket and put them back on the floor. My paranoia told me I'd have to keep it hidden, or prepare for questions. I laid out on the sofa, getting comfy and looked over at Jackson, reading at his desk. As a seventeen year old, studying to graduate, he looked completely different from the whole Twilight actor, singer person that I'd seen on the television and on the internet. I smiled and closed my eyes, falling asleep, maybe to wake up from this weird moment.
"Vicky, What the hell?" I heard a voice.
"What, Becca? What did I do now?" I replied, without thinking.
"You just disappeared. And now youre back. And it's weird." My best friend was sat on her bed, and I was sat on the matress next to it.
"What? Youre going to have to explain, Im confused. I had this dream about meeting Jackson Rathbone and..."
"It wasnt a dream, Vicky. You disappeared, and found this in my emails" She said, turning elphy around (She named her laptop, dont diss, she's cool)
"I wrote this when!?" Seeing the date first.
"Exactly what I thought. You timed the email from your ninth birthday"

"Vicky?" I heard Becca say faintly.
I blinked a few times, waking up. I sat up and looked around. I was back in Jacksons apartment. I rubbed my head. God was I confused.
"Morning sleepy head. Thought you'd never wake up" Ben said holding a bottle of water out to me. I took it and smiled sleepily.
"Thanks."
"Will you be okay here on your own while Ben and I go to our lessons?" Jackson said, pulling on his coat. I nodded, smiling.
"You can help yourself to whatever. Just don't leave unless you know where youre headin' 'kay?" He said. I raised and eyebrow for a second and then nodded again.
"S'later, Vick." Ben said, smiling and waving, walking out the front door. Jackson smiled over at me and waved once before leaving. As soon as they left, I got up, leaving my water on the sofa, and went over to Jackson's desk. Time to do a little research so I can see where I am. School notes on books and plays, scripts and things. I looked through the right hand draw until I found a little black leather bound book. I rolled my eyes at how cliche it was, taking it out and sitting on the desk chair. I flicked through it. I ended up laughing, a little freaked out. Song lyrics. Not many I reckognised, because I don't know that many of his songs, but I saw "Keep Awake" and laughed. The world had yet to discover Mr Rathbone.

Look who's back in buisness. Oh yeah, baby, Its not woolworths. Did ya miss me? Feck off, You know you did. So, Merry Christmas! Lets catch up!

Six weeks. Hmm....
I followed an Edward Cullen look-a-like in town and took a picture.... LOL! Im such a stalker.



Granted it's probally just the back of him that looks like Edwardo. Oh well. Girls dream. (Of sparkly vampires. We're oh so realistic.)

Halloween! I had my first ever pumpkin! I carved it all on my own with absolutely no idea what I was doing, but apparently it turned out pretty well. I've been waiting to upload these pictures for ages!





Taking the stuff out of the middle of the pumpkin was slimy and it was groooooossss. Felt like pulling somebodies guts out. Is a pumpkin a fruit or a vegetable? I think it might be a vegetable. I wouldnt eat it though, it smells funky.

December, and I bought the Eclipse DVD. The commentary (There's two, but Im talking about the one people -will- listen too, the one with Kristen and Robert) is so funny! Its basically talking about sexual moments and cheeseburgers. And Kristens really gay wig. I also watched the whole of The Vampire Diaries series one. Dun dun dun. I dont know why I said dun dun dun.

Christmas is in eight days! EP! My advent calendar has no numbers on it! What's up with that!? Well, It's an Eclipse one, but Kelly bought it for me, soooo, its non-sensical non-numbers is plausable, I guess. (does that even work? I havent got a thesauras, and cant be bothered to google it...)

Snow! Oh my days. I hate it! It's cold and wet. Urgh. Look at it. Just... URGH! And this is after the snow turned to pure ice! It was mental. Slipping and sliding all over the shop.


Meeting Jodie in town tomorrow, and then going to see if I can get some Xmas presents. I can't wait for chrriiisstttmmaaaasss. I have Skype back too, so I can keep a promise I made way back when. 5pm, christmas eve. Imma be there. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Monday and Tuesday were terrible. Absolutely terrible. And Wednesday came and all was okay again. But, Monday and Tuesday, I seem to grab at anything and everything to get away from it all. And now, I’m not heartless, and I have regrets, but I cannot take them back. You know, digging yourself a hole, you start, you get too deep, and you can’t climb out. And nobody will throw you a rope ladder. For that, I am truly sorry.

But, I did kind of break the toilet yesterday with my fat arse. For my Dad to then SELLOTAPE IT BACK!? Oh my actually days. Ladies and Gentleman, Knock-off Nigel. He also had a joke-y kind of go at me. It was pretty funny.

I don’t really have much to blog about, but I am actually blogging! I know I’ve been slacking off. Sorry. I went to an Alice in wonderland Panto on Wednesday night, which was cool. And today I got my psychology revision for eating disorders started. Bah! I haven’t even revised the last unit, the one on relationships, but I kinda have an end of topic exam question to do in class next week on eating disorders, so I have to. I could so easily fall asleep right now, but I’m planning on doing a little more revision and I might even eat a Kiwi. It’s bloody cold outside, thought I’d just tell you.

Well, Todoloo! Haha. Is that even a word?

Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

I don’t know what to write. I just feel empty. Alone. I slowly feel myself falling to pieces, and I can see it happening. What’s the point? I’m just walking in a straight line, passing the same things all the time. The same thing, over and frigging over again. I’m fed up, in all senses. I miss people more than I should, and the only thing I want, I can’t have. A hug. That’s all I want. A simple cuddle, hug, squidge, whatever you want to call it.

I watched the first two episodes of Vampire Diaries last night. Team Stefan, actually, because Damon seems a bit of a knob. “Thinking of you” – Katy Perry played in one scene and I turned the television off and went to bed. I just feel hopeless now. Like, there is someone out there looking for me, but they stopped for a chat with some other girl and forgot about me. What can I do? I’m just stuck in Wroughton, living with my over-worked Dad, my stressed depressed mother and my cousin who doesn’t get recognised for the deserving person he is.

Right now I feel like crawling upstairs to my room, lying on my mattress and just staying curled up for hours upon hours doing nothing but listening to the sound of my own breathing. There’s just no point in doing anything else. I think I’ve done what I’ve needed to do, whatever that was.

At least I blogged though, right?

Reach out and touch, whisper my name. I will deliver, again and again. Straight from the heart, honest and true, I promise you this, I will be there for you.

They say the world must end somehow,
They say the end's not far from now;
I think they're wrong,
Don't worry your life away,
Start living for today,
Don't think about tomorrow.

And if the lights go out on all of us,
In just a year or two.
And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,
Then I'll be here with you.
I'll go down with you.

Well I'm gonna try for all I'm worth,
To stay with you till the end of the earth.
Don't let me down,
Don't let your feelings win.
Don't give out, and don't give in,
Don't think about tomorrow.

Cause if the lights go out on all of us,
In just a year or two.
And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,
Then I'll be here with you.
I'll go down with you.

And if the lights go out on all of us,
In just a year or two.
And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,
Then I'll be here with you.
I'll go down with you.

Im near enough being forced at pillow point (Minus any pillows being involved) to write this blog because I havent done one since the seventh, as you can clearly see. Well, I really am sorry. I just havent had much to blog about. I used to blog about such trivial things though, such small things. Like, what I ate, where I was going. It's kind of bored me slightly now... maybe. I dont know. Just, I havent been inspired by much. I usually get inspired by pictures or music or something like that, but you know I cant have pictures right now, I have a few pictures on my phone I need to upload, stupid laptop. Major parts do not take over two weeks to get to the repair centre! Dammit!

Tonight, Becca and I are meeting D and A at Pizza Hut, where I will most likely have a chicken salad. NOM. And COOKIE DOUGH. NOM NOM. and then we're going to the cinema to watch a film not yet decided, with popcorn! NOM NOM NOMITY. And Coke. NOM NOM NOMITY NOM. Feeling slightly ill thinking about what were going to consume. Bahaha.

Do you know how much Im in love with my friends? Being Becca, and people I know online.....

On that point, Im going to raid Becca's laptop for photo's !!!! Hehehehehehehehehhehe Ahem.
*Evil laughter*



AWWWWRRRR CUTEST THING EVAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Goes all mushy*

Have to go google how many hours in a week there are, because Becca is doing a survey on how much time and what people do for lesuire time. and the person were doing at the moment is my mother. Hours in a week = Amount of lesuire time she has.

I took a chance on loving you

November!

..... Don’t give me that look, I know I haven’t blogged in a while. Its not like I did it on purpose all “Ha-ha, I’m not blogging, you have to read something interesting now!” I just haven’t because I haven’t. There really isn’t much of a valid reason for it. Maybe because I haven’t got pictures to put on. I like to have a picture at the top of each post, but as you can clearly see for the past few posts I haven’t had any. I don’t like it. It makes the posts boring. That’s why I also add youtube videos every now and then with a song I like, just for something to break up all the writing (Or babble in my case)

I tried to upload some pictures but the old desktop computer was having none of it. I was going to show you my pumpkin. It was the first pumpkin I have ever touched, let alone turned into a jack-o-lantern. Is that an Americanism? Anyways, I did a neat little cat. It was awesome! Oh, Oh… Mother has just invaded. She’s on’t phone to Mark trying to find some piece of paper. –Shrugs- Me no know.

D’ya want an update!? No? S’yeah you do!

For Halloween, I was cooler than a cool person in a cool town in coolsville. Urr… what? I went down Box mine with my cousin, his cousin and his friend Craig. Box mine is the second biggest mine in Europe. We went at midnight and we were there for about four or so hours. We got back home at half five in the morning and then went to bed. But, oh my days. It was so dark and creepy. And WOW did I ache after!? It was muddy and we had to do a lot of climbing. The funny part is I was the only one to fall anywhere, which yes, is very typical of me, but it wasn’t even in the bloody mines! It was in the woods on the way TO THE MINE !!! Deary deary me.

Half term I did no work whatsoever, and therefore I still owe a lot of work. Whoopsys. I spent most of my half term asleep or on Twitter. Bad times. I know I have no life though, so its all good. Well anyway, I have so many unfinished things. Like, Three essays for ICT and an English coursework draft that I haven’t even started thinking about let alone doing it yet.

Urr, Got a discount at Subway last week from Becca and I’s favey guy, Ali. And he gave me a one arm hug. S’yeah, youre jealous, admit it. We managed to miss every single English lesson last week too, Becca and I. Trust me, it wasn’t completely intentional. (Well, the last one wasn’t, we went to subway and missed the bus)
Tomorrow I’m going in early so I can sit in the silent study room and get on with those ICT essays. I could do them now, but I’m a silly bitch and I cant be bothered. I’m just sat listening to some of my old favey music (Lemar – ‘’Its not that easy’’ and ‘’Lullaby’’ FTW) and writing more of that old “The Ark” story. Yeah, You know how cool I am. Ill post it when I finished the next chapter.

LOL. Just remembered. I text my Mum “Urr…. This place, around the corner” and she text back all “Don’t be cocky” and when I got back she was all “That first text already got my back up and then you send me that” and she made a “Duurrr” noise, thinking that’s what “Urr” is, but I explained “Nooo shitattack..” Sorry, Shappi joke just wandered in there. “No, Mum, Urr is like Urm… Youre thinking.”
And WTH!? “Got my back up” Sorry, are you a cat now? Seriously? I hate that phrase. But, then again, I hate most things my mother comes out with. “Oh, why don’t you give your guitar to AJ” “No, Mum” “Do it” “FINE. FFS” –Week later- I need a guitar for my course at school. –Facepalm-

And this is why Becca and I both think my mother is a strange person. I was at Becca’s earlier and showed her the text and we were both there like “O.o Wtf?” Bahaha. Remembering that, I want apple crumble now. I had it for pudding last night when I was at Becca’s. I was there from Friday. It was fun, I knicked her IPod and she fell asleep on the laptop so I knicked that and stayed up until 2am on it before going to bed. Then we woke up Saturday at 11am? And we were basically tired all day and went to bed at midnight last night. Woke up to having no quilt ‘cos Becca stole it, got my own one, fell asleep and then woke up to Oliver and Becca playing boppit, I believe. Lol. Well, now youre all updated, have a nice day, Ill see you next time!

G’day!


#RandomFact Lemar is epic, so shu’up.