Sometimes I think I've hit a very early mid-life crisis. A post-teenage crisis? I don't care. While I try desperately to find somewhere that will pay me to hang around and be an arse hole, my behaviour around the house has changed to something rather bizarre. Like most girls with too much time on their hands, I've taken great advantage of the weather we've had for the past week and soaked up as much UV light as I possibly could whilst avoiding getting horrendously sunburnt. Today however, it is a little chillier, so post my trip to town to wander around and have security guards in shops follow me while i browse goods with my enormous shoulderbag, I've decided I'm going to have a pretty day. By this I mean I'm wandering around in one of my formal dresses, wearing a pair of stilettos that seem to have grown by half a size since I last wore them, singing along to Katy Perry in a full face of makeup. The whole outfit's black and silver, to match the makeup (and although that was accidental, it's reassuring that even though I spend most of my time in vans, jeans and t-shirts I can still accidentally co-ordinate my outfits).

I'm on the brink of another bad patch, which started the other day when a conversation with Bristol made me cry, which I hadn't done in a while. I was quite proud of myself. This also made me realise that I trust Bristol a helluva lot more than I really should, and I speak to her more than is healthy. By that I mean every day, for several hours. Basically from when she gets up to when I go to bed. Which has evolved into me having a rather inappropriate crush on her. Still, not telling her. I don't want to make her uncomfortable and I am pretty sure that she doesn't like me back. We have a lot of in-jokes, we're very similar, like similar music, watch the same shows. Urgh.

The other day while I was sat in the garden, soaking up the sun, I made a daisy chain and mentioned it to her. She then immediately asked me to post it to her. So after she gave me her uni address I stuck it in an envelope with a little note. She asked me to write her a note but I'd already done it. I posted it and it arrived yesterday morning before her exam.

I've never done anything so smooshy smooshy adorable before. I feel really girlie and soft. It's a peculiar sensation, for sure.

And I want my hair to hurry up and grow, I'm fed up with it being so short.