Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Today I'm going to try something new. So many things have happened since I last graced the hallowed pages of my blog with a post summarizing what I've been up to these days. Yes I am aware that only 11 physical days have passed, but it's christmas holidays, so much more has happened.

We left off on the night of the pink party, if I'm not mistaken. It was amazing, I've promised to blog about it, I KNOW, but I haven't had time. The wednesday after that the school Christmas play opened. It was a hit with the 11th and 12th grades, younger grades didn't really understand it. My mum loved it, so thats enough for me. That thursday was a surprise party for two of my friends, a pair of twins, who are living in the US. They were so happy about it! This reminds me that on the sunday after the pink party I went to the airport to pick my two friends up. Had to get up at bloody six fifteen in the morning!! But it was worth it, their happiness the moment they saw us made it worth it.

The days since have passed in a blur. I've done all sorts of things: gone clubbing, to bars, to the movies, to starbucks, to dinner, to a park to take pictures, had a picnic, gone to the National Art Museum, gone shopping, opened presents, entertained family and friends... The list goes on and on. The Christmas holidays are always the busiest time of the year for me.

Any way, on to a little bit more personal thoughts. I sort-of-kinda "like" (not really the right word) two guys. Well three. Or four (No. He's forgotten: he.is.no.good! caca caca caca) I don't actually fancy them. I just feel that they would make good boyfriends. Not that they're interested in me as far as I know. The one guy who is interested in me and who asked me out is gross; in my opinion at least. He's nice and all but he's waaaay too oppressive and clingy. And physically totally not my type. He's the kind of guy I wouldn't touch ever. ugh. Shuddeeeer.

Another thought: sometimes I feel like a bad friend. My best friends completely selfless, good, amazing, and she had her wisdom teeth removed and I didn't go to visit her. She had to come to me. I'm a complete ditz. God. She's a saint though, and when I mentioned it she shrugged it off so I should forget about it. I'll try. Doubt I'll succeed but...

Going back to where men are concerned, the nicest guys are always the ones who have girlfriends. It incredible. I really like one of my guy friends (like as in best friend material ladies, don't think other things... hahahaha) and he's totally the type I would go for, but he has a girlfriend. He's one of my best friends, one of the best boyfriends (friend whose a boy) I have and he's taken. He's great: nice, tall, dashing, funny. He could definetly be considered a prince.

On other news, I had a wierd dream today. I dreamt I died. Don't aske me what happened I can't remember. I just remember it was sudden, and I remember reading something out loud that made me cry. I think I was reading something at my funeral or something, I distinctively remembre that when I read it 'in my mind' I didn't cry but when I read it 'out loud' I did. Strange, right? Think I have a problem? Hope not. I've been feeling sensitive lately. Anyway, if I remember anything new about the dream I'll post. It was so sad...

Thats all for now diary, I'm going back to editing and looking at the pictures me and my friends took today at Retiro Park in Madrid.

Goodnight, my dear Abercromboy.
Goodnight, my faithful readers.
My imagination has proclamed its feelings tonight.

Fre thee well my loves.