5.04pm
U2 are a bit right today. Lovely sun, lovely heat. My legs are a bit burnt from sitting on the field at lunch, but I'll be Ok.
We survived past 06/06/06. Woo for us.
Also, this is something I wrote in my private, written diary last night. Usually it's a load of rubbish, but last night it was all poetic and jazzy. Feel priveledged, I don't let many people hear what comes out of my head:
I want someone to share my secrets with. Someone who will just wipe the tears away with his thumb and listen. Someone who knows not to say things in between my rants. Someone who doesn't think I'm a bitch. Someone who understands that I want to cry when people get annoyed with me. Someone who won't tell me when I'm being painfully hypocritical. Someone who doesn't laugh when they shouldn't.
And did I mention this someone should also be cute, funny, charming and he has to KNOW these things. Telling a guy what to do may be fun but it just doesn't have the same romance about it.
I won't believe the teeny-bopper myspace love stories until I have one of my own.
I would also quite like my faith back.
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