I'm not, really. Just overhearing the song on TV; dad's watching RockWiz. Old episode on VH1. Yeah. But one would suggest that all this Bridget Jones bullshit has really gotten to me; am overanalysing self, speaking with internal diary-esque monologue, started actual diary (weird?). Ah I don't mind, really. I know it's just comforting. Better than comfort eating/ watching TV. Maybe I'll emerge more intelligent. Ya anyhow Spent break with Chryssa and her slightly creepy uncle, who invited us on an all-expenses-paid weekender to Sydders, I mean fuck off, I hate Sydney rather a lot. Chryssa and I planned to go vintage shopping there soonish, but not on March 20... as if I'll have any money stored away (all-expenses-paid does NOT take into account my need to spend constantly. Will feel bad scumming off uncle. Not that bad, actually) and also really want to go to Semi-Permanent as previously discussed with Michael. (Still holding high hopes that he who shall not be named, just in case, will be along for the ride... heh heh hehhhh *cough*) Also feel like the uncle is using us to feel young/get off with. Ha. BUT I'M REALLY REALLY EXCITED ABOUT WEDNESDAY I COULDN'T STOP SMILING TODAY =D Wonder what to wear...?