Okay then, lets bash out a journal, just to knock that depressing last one off my deviant page.

I start training for my new job next week, mom's driving me crazy. She's gonna miss me, fair enough, I'm going to miss my moms, but I don't keep going on about. If I did, I'd talk myself out of going. Kate will not stop going on about it, 'We better buy pizza to comfort us when you're away' 'You've never never been away from you family for so long before' 'What will I do when you're away?' It's all in jest, whatever, but I know she means it and she's making it really hard for me to feel good about going. It's the same with university, my sister has told me that she doesn't talk about her deep sad feelings about me going there net year with me, cause she doesn't want to burden me with her own feelings. I wish mom felt the same, mind you, I've always said she needs to share things more. *sigh* I guess she can't win. I love her though, I love them both. *cuddle*

I'm getting a Fender Stratocastor for Christmas! Dark sun burst colour, it's beautiful. We're getting it at a special price from my uncle Jimmy, who is a renowned guitarist. It would have cost thousands to buy a strat!

I've felt so grown-up recently. I seem to spend all my time on the phone or sorting through important documents or receiving important post. It's strange, but I guess I need to start getting used to it eventually. No one warns you about that when you're growing up. They talk about money and jobs and all the jazz, but not all the little changes. I've had to buy an organizer and can't leave the house without my diary. I bought work shoes today, plain black work shoes. £30 I'll never see again, so to speak. Oh well, comfort above style and all that.

Life would be so much easier if I lived in Ankh-Morpork.
Over and out, and a wave from the boy.
ABA <3 AFP
xxx