1:18 a.m.
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08 March, 2004

There is some damn fine family feudin' on this here island! Yeah, my brother's girlfriend's family is kinda... weird. And they've been beating her and my brother called the police and they're being psycho-ish. It's all fun.

My mother called to tell me all about it on Thursday, which wasn't fun, because I felt seriously cut off and helpless over in Canterbury. She said, and was right in saying so, that it was better that I wasn't home when it all happened because I would have stormed over there and started playing the hero. Still, parents that hit their tiny weeny Avril Lavigne-lookalike daughters deserve to be beaten up. The worst part is the way they've started gunning for my brother. He may be 6 foot 3, but he's still my little brother and I will still kill anyone who touches him. And I'll probably enjoy it.

Had a fun day today. Me mam, my littlest brother and I hung out and watched Bruce Almighty, and mucked around with load of beauty product stuff. I recommend all women buy a foot spa, it's cheaper than a live-in lover. Mum cut my hair, because I'm scared of hairdressers. It's halfway down my back now, which annoys the hell out of me.

Watched Hush, as well. I'd forgotten how good Buffy used to be, back in the day. When Willow and Tara hold hands to move the soda machine, I got butterflies in my stomach and my mum was laughing at how pathetic I got. Such a teenybopper! Which reminds me, my 9 year old brother was sitting watching tv with a face mask on while I gave him a manicure, and he suddenly cried, 'Oh my God, it's Orlando Bloom, I LOVE him!' I really love that kid.

Loads of work to do, no time, so naturally I've been playing the Sims instead. Procrastination is my middle name, or at least I wish it was, it's better than the reality.

Noticed today that my feet look kind of like elongated hands, and I can move all my toes like fingers. It scared me. Had a dream I was drowning last night and my dad saved me. I knew right then that it had to be a dream.