This morning on my run I saw that guy from Shortland Street and also Being Eve and I was so star struck.
I hope my next boyfriend has a sweet beard.
Is there more to life than blog hits?
I hope I don't get manly leg muscles from running.
When things get bad enough I guess I sort of clock over and start anew.
In my lecture, a girl has a pencil case that says 'Miss Whatever' written in pink glitter.
Today at uni me and my friend ate churros and felt really sick.
Pear cider on sale for $5.90.
Walking down K'Rd by myself at 1am and a jock makes fun of my beret.
Tonight I talked to a really tall boy and it hurt my neck to look up at him.
I think one of my flatmates ate my last packet of mi goreng.