• Ahhh, I love weekends. Its Sunday morning (only just - it's 11:55am), I'm still in my pyjamas, homework is beckoning and I need a shower. It's been a good weekend, like I hoped.

  Laura's had the best weekend in a while, because Tom's come home. He's been staying with us for the last 2 days. When he came over on Friday, I gave him a massive bear hug and told him how everyone's missed having him around. I think he appreciates how comfortable he is at our house now - he's been a lot more vocal than usual and just seems a lot more at ease than he always did before.

  As for the party...I didn't see much of it. We made appearances every now and then throughout the night, but stayed in my room being anti-social for the most of it. Some German guy said I look 18 (: But then again, he was pissed so I can't take it as too much of a compliment. I got kind of pissed in my own house, on cherry vodka, Archer's and a lot of beer. It was funny. Mum brought in my 'Baby Book' to show Xavi, and we had a good laugh about a prayer I wrote when I was about 6. ("Dear God, thankyou that we don't have pirates in these days, please let there be peace in our days. Amen." :D) We watched the Mighty Boosh and sang along to the Killeroo song because we both know it too well. Everyone heard us singing at like 1 in the morning, him playing guitar while I sang Jesus of Suburbia and Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner at the top of my lungs. We slept in the same bed. MAN he looks so cute asleep. I had a bitch of a hangover yesterday so I put on a Chopin CD and napped until 4 in the afternoon.

  Life's good. 

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