Do you have any idea how horrible it all is?

I haven't posted in a while because I've had more pressing things to do..

[Enter long passage on yesterday's events here]

There's one part of last night though that really did make me happy with life. And that was the fact that I could so easily ask my best friend sister to come and help me out. I know it sounds rather cliche and what not but that girl is like an angel sent from heaven to me. Like a fairy godmother, I stopped breaking down and just concentrated on being good.

Today I went into town for a bit with Amy and Jeff. I'm rather fond of the new and improved Topshop, the floor space is so much better now! Although having said this, I doubt I'll ever buy anything in there. Also, when my dear Amy decided we need go to the fabric shop it made me realise how much I don't want to go into fashion like she has. I mean she's amazing and everything so it's no surprise really, but I just don't understand the process of making clothes. It really confuses me. I just want to make them how I see them, and as simply as possible. None of this fancy talk. If I went into fashion, which I doubt I will, I reckon I'd either want to be a fashion buyer or have a creative director type roll. In the meantime however, I'm sticking to getting good grades for my GCSE's and entirely focusing on my songwriting. And not under any circumstances let one ridiculously awful performance at live lounge yesterday put me off

I haven't actually mentioned one of the most enticing parts of this whole weekend though. Father Lee is in New York! And I'm not! I never thought I'd miss yet love having him away so much. I love having to do all the chores and cook for myself. But equally I hate not having someone there to talk to and go cruising with. I wish him luck for his marathon tomorrow and cannot wait to see him revived and alive on Tuesday!