I don't want you for dead but I want you to die.

I am truly fed up of feeling down about this whole situation. I was making progress before last night, it's time to just forget and move on.

This weekend was quite good. On Friday night we went to that fundraising thing for County next to Edgeley Park. We all got slightly tipsy, as we didn't really have enough alcohol to go all out. Luckily, I had enough Dutch courage to firstly, shake Jim Gannon's hand, and then secondly as we were leaving, get a picture with him. A picture I shall treasure forever, I swear. It's my facebook picture, my phone background, my messenger display picture... might as well put it on my blog as well! We got the train back and almost got kicked out of Stockport Station by a scary looking Japanese warden - who has no visible top teeth but bottom teeth that definitely make up for it - for being too loud and chanting "Jimmy Gannon's Blue and White Army".
Then yesterday I went to Stockport and did some shopping; I finally bought the Rhino toy from The Disney Store, wasting my money. Last night Becky and Chantal came round and we drank Pimm's and lemonade and drank it for a bit on a blanket under the stars.

I need to do homework.