"So that was the first big weekend of the summer"

No really, the best weekend. Ever.
My hair still smells of cigarettes and my mouth still tastes like pins and needles.

And cackle with a knife in your pretty spine

So here's to new beginnings. Well, no.
I've caved in and got myself one of these blog-type-things. So I can tell you all about my silly little teenage life, and my silly little teenage thoughts. And by 'you all', I really mean Maddie and Jenny, and my family when they google-stalk me. It's happened before, it'll happen again.

It's Latitude tomorrow. Got 10 minutes tomorrow evening, and another 10 on Saturday morning. Uh... yeah. It's not looking too sparkly at the moment; my set's written out on a little bit of scrumpled up paper and my outfits are sprawled all over my bed. Yes, that's right, I still haven't picked what I'm going to wear. And I thought I was feminine...