Just got back from skiing. Do I sound like a spoilt brat if I say it wasn't much fun? Probably. Oh well. I stole my entry title from a Robbie Williams song. Yes, my mother sadly owns his cd. Even worse is that I BOUGHT it for her. ;_; Anyway, I've classified him as an Aaron. Only I'm strange enough to know what that means, don't feel deprived. :) Anyway. I hate my life here. My overprotective mother, my crazy uncle, my annoying sister, my senile grandparents... I'd like to go stay at dades again but at the moment Aarons girlfriends up there too and that would be HELL. Oh, and it's my birthday.. in 53 minutes. Heh. I don't want to turn 15. :(