(Okay; so I've now got my flist read to skip=500. That's progress, I'm afraid...)

So. My life:

On Friday, my cousin Benj, his eldest brother Jonathan, his girlfriend Charlotte and my grandmother all came over for supper in celebration of Benj's impending doom eighteenth birthday, and much fun and hilarity and chocolate cake were had by all. The ( Read more... )

My parents want me to be doing things this summer. My mother inparticular wants them to be structured and planned and other scary things like that, as if she's scared that they'll collapse on top of my and crush me in a pile of scaffolding and angry little notes from the council being used to prop up wonky tables. Currently my plans are really ( Read more... )