5.34pm I spent all my money over half term. It's quite upsetting really. But I am now in possession of You Could Have it So Much Better... with Franz Ferdiand so it's all Ok. I have a cool CD, so I shouldn't complain. I just left a 949-word comment on someone's MSN space, which explains my entry title. I don't really feel up to writing an entry, but I will anyway, for all you special people who just love to read my diary. I went to Berlin over half term, which was good. Until you go there, you don't really realise how powerful a slab of concrete can be. Or a pair of jeans with holes in. Anyway, I do not need to explain my half term holiday to you, and you don't need to know, so there is really no point in writing rubbish that people don't want to read (ha, that's just my entire diary then). Is it sad that I know when our one month anniversary is and I want to tell everyone? Well, obviously, I have told everyone now. I am such a terrible rubber-inner. I just rub things right in people's faces. I apologise for that. In fact, if it didn't just make this paragraph not make sense, then I would go and delete the previous paragraph. But as it is, I won't. I hate the way that you all put up with me. You don't deserve that rubbish that I pile on you. I am doing a novel-writing thing (along with Claude, Susie, Aisha and Emily) where you have to write a 50, 000 word novel in November. You should all join Nanowrimo and do it too, even if it is at rather short notice. The novel doesn't have to be good, just 50, 00 words.