Forgot to mention that I got a new patchwork apparel tshirt for my birthday. I am in love with it.

This one might be my favourite yet.
It’s drawing with the bear one I had.

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Serenading bitchez with my recorder on Skype.

We’re going to a relatives today for my cousins first birthdays.

She lives AGES AWAY and I think I’ll die if I don’t have wifi (I’m slightly joking).

Good thing about taking a photo with my iPad, my freckles are nowhere in sight.

Instead of posting a photo of how I feel, I drew a picture of myself on my iPad instead. 

This is how I look right now. No word of a lie.

Hay fever ruins summer for me. Nights are always so bad and my eyes end up looking as though they are going to fall out of my head. It’s impossible not to itch. IMPOSSIBLE. Itching is so good until you leave it a while longer and then it starts all over again.

Vicious hay fever circle.

What’s that Fiona?

You spent the majority of your day trying to keep a part of your stomach from tanning/burning because then you’d have your name across it?

Yes.

Sunbathing is so fucking borning. I don’t understand people that can lie in the sun for ages, it makes me want to cry.

Yesterday Kimberley had everyone up at her house for the bbq and what not, which was another sort of celebration for my birthday.

I even got cake! Which I didn’t know about until everyone bloody started singing to me and I was mortified.

COSTCO ICING IS THE BEST, I didn’t even wait to eat it, I blew out the candles, grabbed some icing from the cake and proceeded to stuffed my face, which I got shouted at for, but I was hungry and it was my cake so it’s allowed..

(lets not mention the horrendous devil ears and two badges, they made me wear them and I was drunk enough to agree to it)

Wah wah wah Fiona’s posting another photo of her self.

BBQ soon, I’ve only ate a packet of crisps all day because I want to be able to completely stuff my face later on, Food babies galore. I need to go and buy myself some drink but I can’t be arsed with the walk to asda just yet.

Thank god there’s a bit of a breeze today or else I’d be sobbing like I was yesterday

I’m dying. 

The backboard of my bed is leather and I’m sticking to it.

I want to cry, I need a fan, or a bucket of ice, or for it to snow.

JUST ANYTHING COLD ON MY BODY, A BAG OF FROZEN VEGETABLES EVEN.

Okay so I’ve made a new pal.

Me and Ryan are best friends now.

He smells like baby.

Library time.

It’s so sunny outside and I’m wearing a hat, but whatever, hats make me feel better about everything. As I’m SURE you aw know anyway.

Really must go and buy new plugs because once again I’ve lost one that was in my ear, well done , Fiona.

MY NIGHT SUCKS.

Sucky night.

Not even my really nice ribena is making my night any better. 

Hi.

I gotta shower and iron clothes and get ready and eat and all that jazz, fucking yawn.

I think there are a few of us going to see the dictator later on at some point so that’ll be good.

Surprisingly enough I’m in the mood for a social situation, who would have thought it.

I gave Gary money to buy my a one piece from his work and he got it and I cannot wait to put it on, I want to leave the house wearing it but I highly doubt my pals will approve of me wearing it to the cinema later, who knows, maybe I will.

3 and a half hours later.

I’m home and come baring 24 cans of irn bru.

My life is complete once again.

I am so fucking ecstatic to go out for lunch.

Woo.

Can’t wait.

Going to have the time of my life.

BAWS