Well. What a day it has been. This morning started off to an interesting one with waking up to a beautiful day. Quite unlike my mood. Having just deciding to be friends with my first-not-so-official- boy, my mood has been a roller coaster worthy of Alton Towers. I was happy with the decision at the time. Believe me it was relief to hear him talking like we were friends rather than waiting another week for a train that wasn’t going to arrive. But watching one too many episodes of The Hills meant that I was second guessing last night. Which was complimented by a dream involving said boy, my horse and a very large cigarette.

So, in true confused and emotion struck fashion, I turned my alarm off and slept till 10.30am, late for me. I got up to my mother and father bickering over the smell of the rose fertiliser and the fact that it was probably going to offend my mothers clients as they came in. My mother is a counsellor. This fact, always provides entertainment for my close circle of friends who are more than aware of her incredibly psychotic ways.

I then proceeded to to the kitchen where I made a cup of tea. I then sat at the computer and bebo’d and facebook’d, procrastinating from doing assignments, which I am still doing (Exhibit A, this piece of shite..). Anyway, it turns out that as I was going to see a gig in town tonight, I needed to collect tickets from Amy. However, having just written off my car, my mother offered to drive. How nice of her….(?) THIS was my first mistake. My mother and her erratic self, in my opinion should never be let into the drivers seat of a vehicle. I don’t car it it’s a fucking playground ride. It shouldn’t be done. But in true selfish style I bypassed my general opinions and sat in to her Peugeot 307. After 7miles of motorway lane crossing without so much as a sniff of an indicator, 100km/h in 3rd gear and nearly careering into the side of a Daewoo Matiz, we reached the house where we partook in idle chit chat until making the even more stressful and painful journey home. In this time my mother managed to inform me that I am

• ignorant
• aggressive
• selfish
• socially retarded
• a brat…

So home safe and sound, and thankfully not on speaking terms with mother, I sat down to an impressive four hours of The Hills. How therapeutic. How I wish to be Lauren Conrad, lovestruck and loaded in L.A. But then again I’d give anything to be her right now. Considering the prospects of the next three months. €3000 in debt. ANOTHER friend, no job. No holiday. Lovely.

So please. Roll on another CWK song and pass me a lighter.