i'd write a huge update, but...

i'm too upset that i had to give knutton back his t-shirt last week
bye bye pyjamas that smell like him
on the other hand, just quickly while i can be bothered (i'm also making a pasta bake, so i best be quick before it burns to a crispy & i want to get this done before i forget!); slam dunk was actually a bit of a dissapointment! due to being terribly short and a zillion rows back from the stage, i couldn't see a thing but the bands i managed to catch were amazing - especially four year strong. i did heaps of other stuff with knutton during the week i went down, but i didn't bring my camera with me so theres no cheeky snaps this time. apart from a really cute photo i took on his camea, but he refuses to send it to me. the bus ride home was awful simply because someone had hung a polybag on the arm of the seat across from me... with a banana skin in eurgh. if anyone knows me well enough, they'll know how i feel about bananas.
& i want to move to leeds, just so i can shop in the zara there eveyday. it shits all over glasgow's :(