I Got One Good Reason To Keep You On Your Feet

That. Freaking. Song
I have fallen head over heels in love with it. I hope all of you had the good sense to pre-order "Take Off Your Colours" and get this as a freebie. You'd be an idiot not too!

But anyways, I figured I'd update this, because I dont want any of the people I love to worry about me, cause I appreciate that the earlier one has seven shades of angst painted throughout it, but I'm ok. Realllllyyyy!

Went for a drive through the rain, which was actually more theraputic than I can begin to explain, and then got home to a postcard from Charlie (aka my 'brother'/favourite boy) which has put me in a giggly mood again. Plus, Neros in like three hours for what I suspect to be a delicious girlie chat.
On that note, I'll add that Brighton was one of the best days ever, yet again. Shopping with lovely Lis (who is a baaaaad influence on my already charming tendancies to buy more than I should), chatting and Beef making me laugh til I was one pelvic floor exercise away from wetting myself. Then deciding that swimming would be a good idea, and getting the lifeguards to guard our clothes, while we changed into our recently purchased Primark Sale bikinis, with the chick with cool tattoos letting us into the restaurant's little storeroom to prevent perverts having a field day. Then skinny jeans boy (wink wink) and cutting my feet, Subways cookies we were blackmailed into buying, and me getting changed at home getting the fright of my life when three (!) stones fell out of my bikini bottoms. Seriously, it rocked my world.
Not the fact I'd been sitting on pebbles the whole trek home, more a lovely day out with some of my favourites.
Just to clear that up...

Arran rocked, as always, I'm pretty damn lucky to be closer to my cousins than a lot of people are to their siblings, because it just adds to the splendour of the vay-kay-shion. I actually laughed til I cried. The look on Suzie's face when my Granny was arranging her a marriage, or my mud freckles, being discouraged from paddling in my tights, "look at me I'm playing E" (which no one else will ever appreciate how freaking funny that was), and bucket loads of memories that will never fail to raise a smile.

Plus, I survived the journey home alone. Though I worry myself, because my tendanices for lying to strangers went one better, with me faking a Bristol accent, to make this specific story more plausible (that I lived in the city of wotsits -Mock the Week anyone?- and was just considering my options for college). You should try it, it's funny as fuck.

And now, almost everyone is home, and I'm hoping we can party this week, to forget the rubbish that will be results day.

Also, those who leave me comments on these, I fugging love youuuu