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my little indian headband; found in a little memory box i have

good afternoon, wow an afternoon post not this morning. right now my house is a muck, im sure you have all seen the yellow skies because of this dust storm, i think its intriguing, a sight that is very different and i love it. i had to wake up quite early this morning, even though i decided to be a human quiz until late hours of the morning. it was worth it however, being dragged half asleep to samford to visit family. they marvelled at the differences in my appearance and asked over and over about my plans next year. how typical.

though apart from the morning of questions and input as to what i should do, instead of what i want to do, i am now at home. chatting to my lovely best friend and indulging in this is england. all i can smell is dust, its reallt not that bad as im used to it now. i have been waiting for a while to finally meet some boy that i would like, and i dont know if i have or not, due to a lack of self confidence and a lack of the ability to read 'signs' as such. i would really lve for someone to take me out to lunch, just on a picnic or to have tea in a little cafe, just chats and that kind of thing, you know.

also, happy birthday to amber, i miss you child of the mango!