Hmm

Well, I do indeed smell. I have had no sleep, and spent of the night trying not to slide down the side of the bed. My hair is interesting this afternoon.


Last night was Ben Murdoch's party of insanity. We were greeted by his mental case older brother (Dan) who insisted we call him Jihad, and forced us into wearing mutitudes of costume. And then there was Alex Cooke (yes, the Cookie Monster himself) who had just been fed his first pill, and was a little worse for wear. He spent most of the time dancing in front of a mirror, and being generally tall.

It was very very scary. But Tania and Holly arrived, and they looked all scary and grown up. And pretty. And argh. Surprisement 2006.

Then we went back to Emma's house, to hijack her (rather tame, it has to be said) Windsor boys party/gathering, where they were all very fit.

On Sunday, it was Steve and Gemma's party, where all were wearing posh dresses and heels. There was much throwing up, and much dancing. Not all at the same time, although, I'm sure it was done at some point. Whose house did I go back to after that? I can't remember. Oh yes, Cat's. Which was also cool.

What else have I been doing?

I can't actually remember, I have to say.

Oh yes, Beth's house for general Green Wing and nothing doing.

And looking for a car with mum.

Andddddddddddddddddddd I can't remember. All I know is that I have had no sleep, and that it is time for putting my pjs on.

Gnight.