8:52 a.m.
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03 April, 2004

Today is my brother's birthday. He is 19 years old.

Yesterday, he walked up to me, and wordlessly attempted to yank me away from the computer, because he wanted to have a go. I suppose it's just taking him longer to mature than normal people. He also called me a bitch, which makes me wonder why I set my alarm on a Saturday, sneaked down in the early hours of the morning and put up all the banners and balloons. I didn't do it out of love, I can tell you that. I suppose it's because everyone (but me) gets all that stuff, only because I stupidly like to make people feel special on their birthday.

Anyway, I bought him: a skull necklace, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series on DVD, and Dr. Strangelove (fantabulous movie) on DVD. I want all of these things for myself, so it works out alright really.

In other news, I'm having a major relapse on some of my... 'problems', and am finding it difficult to muster up the strength of feeling to care. More importantly, I've noticed that my hair is frizzing these days, and it's got me worried...

Kelly Osbourne went into rehab, am I the only one surprised by this? Am I the only one who believes it's not amazingly 'well-timed' publicity for the new series? Is it because I think Sharon Osbourne rocks? Why am I asking so many questions?

The 2002 concert for George Harrison was on tv last night. It was like a nice sign that everything will be okay. I, of course, started to well up when Eric Clapton went into... well, all the songs really, because Clapton is a god. Bloody McCartney sang on 'All things must pass', with his stupid smug, insincere boyband voice, which pissed me off good and proper. I do not like him at all. Ringo was there, but there were 3 drum kits in total, is he really so bad that he has to have 2 other drummers to drown him out? Poor Ringo. Ravi and Anoushka Shankar were fantastic too. It was a good show. I wish more than anything that I was musical.