So this morning I woke up at 7:18am and was 30 minutes late for work. I have no idea what the hell happened. My alarm didn't even go off, the fact I may have woken up early and turned it off and not remembered scares me slightly. I think I should have less of a soothing alarm tone waking me up because this clearly puts me back to sleep. I'll whack out some Slipknot or something. Not that I own any Slipknot.
It's the 5th today. 16 days until Cardiff. I'm really excited! Chris had aquired a need to text me a count down everyday. So far he's managed to get in there first for the last 4 days. I am not happy about this. Tonight I am planning my vengence and at 00:00 I shall be in there for a text message to either annoy him or wake him up. Genius plan Emily. This of course is only happening if I don't fall asleep before. Dammit i'm so tired I think I probably will.
Spoke to Boyo on the phone for the first time last night. (I still call him Boyo, I don't think this will change even know his actual name is Gareth) He was as welsh as they come, this pleased me greatly. Although after much deliberating over who he sounded like i've managed to crack it; H from Steps..hahahah. I don't think he was too happy when I told him. We seemed to have chatted for about an hour, God knows how that happened. He spent the majority of it laughing at my accent and not understanding anything I said. It went well :)
Roll on my bed when I get home. Yippeee.
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