I love my girlfriends. They're the best friends anyone could ever have and it's a wonder I've found such loyalty in people who belong to such a bitchy course like Mass Comm. Pft.

We went to Phunk Bar yesterday. We got in free because the bouncer recognises me by my hair. AND MY SISTER HAD TO PAY TO GET IN. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! -does triumphant chicken dance.

Last night was full of 'Omg, did I do that?' conversations but as Davina McCall would say, 'Everyone's so busy cocking up that they don't realise yours'. But I do have a conscience and my conscience tells me to tone it down.

I dreamt about the boyfriend's ex the entire night. So odd. It wasn't a bad dream or anything. We were somehow in a room, maybe hers or something, and we were both sitting down on a bed and she was trying to tell me something but couldn't because she was crying too hard. I don't know what that dream meant. I don't know if it's just gibberish or whether it's a sign. Very very odd. And I've been bothered about it the entire morning.

I haven't seen him in four days now. We're not arguing or anything. It's just that circumstances prevent us from seeing each other as much as we like. Are we strong enough to deal with this? I honestly don't know. Being together for close to eight months must constitute for something right? I can only hope. I hate it when it seems like we're not going anywhere. And I hate feeling this way - emotional and so fucking needy. Maybe it's the PMS talking.

I'm having cramps. So bloody painful. Bah.