i collect diaries. well, not intentionally, and probably not even diaries in particular, but there are so many beautiful/functional/over-priced/antique notebooks lying around my rooms, it's getting ridiculous. each has a few over-dramatic days documented and then maybe what i ate on some random day three years later. or what i'm going to do to fix my money problems.
so anyway, i guess one of my favourites is the funny old book mark and i bought on a market in paris. the idea was that we would paste all our photos and memorabilia from the trip onto the pages, but we forgot about it for about a year, and then split up.
most recently (still empty) a lovely one from mulberry - thought mum was being thoughtful, in reality she has a stash of "presents for last-minute birthdays/christmas." so, as dad was the one who bought the sat nav, and ellie chose the jewellery, i take it she's still not over the whole 72 hour labour thing, 23 years on.
i know, i'm being childish. but i'm feeling childish at the moment, ok? it's sad enough to be still living at home (see above for money problems) but when they keep swanning off to spain it gets kind of lonely. and since the fight with two of my schoolfriends, my entire social life seems to be in different counties. alright for this weekend (yay birmingham - old haunts!) but in the week, it's kind of just me and my sky plus. but hey, isn't home and away getting dark???
so today i managed to learn... absolutely nothing. other than the fact that boys look bad in powder blue hoodies. i slept half the morning and played suduko in the independent all afternoon. i actually suck at that. but i'm learning - powder blue boy is teaching me. and powder blue is better than white with a matching baseball cap. and besides, emma said that wardrobes can be altered. i guess i'm just too lazy for that. and could i ever really find a man who accepts my bad australian soap obsession (i'll keep the gilmore girls a secret, there has to be some mystery) as easily as my dad accepted mum's eastenders/corrie obsession? i doubt it.
i'm worried ellie's gcse's are messing her up a bit. she texted me today to say that she'd be coming home for the rest of the week because she had fallen asleep in her french exam and also on the treadmill. now exams i can understand (i slept through my latin gcse - exhausting water fight beforehand) but how on earth do you fall asleep on a treadmill? you know what, i think the no crisps, sweets, chocolate, fizzy drinks diet has finally hit her. especially as saturday was her birthday, i.e. day off. the diet coke and chicken and thyme sensations flowed like... um... wine? unlike the wine, which she still doesn't think that much of. sometimes i miss the days of alcohol that tasted like panda pops, your tongue was a whole lot less hairy in the morning.
anyway, signing off on my first day, and hoping this doesn't go the way of all the other diaries
night, x
