I was supposed to be at school today, but am wrecked. Stuffy nose, cloudy hear and sore throat. Was all ready to go, but just couldn't. In short I feel like crap. Have been downing tea and soothers.
Yesterday I spent almost all day in bed, but made my way down to the kitchen in the evening, because one of the girls here were having a birthday-party. And who turned out to be there? None other than my childhood hero; Mark Owen. (He was in a British boy-band called Take That in the early 90s, Go
HEREfor more info.) I stayed totally calm, it is after all almost 10 years since the group split and I was all ga-ga over 'em. But it was really funny to see him. I was about half a head higher than him. And nothing beats seeing your childhood hero playing "musical chairs". Haha, am glad I went, even though I'm paying for it now. :P
Don't really have much more to write about. Camelia is downstairs baking bread, and I'm gonna head back to bed and continue reading "LOTR" for the 3rd time. We're gonna see "Much Ado About Nothing" after wards.
Have a nice week people!