I managed to book some more Tori tickets today without giving myself a headache or breaking my phone. That's all seven gigs booked now. I can relax.

Now that I'v finished uni I have been reading and writing more. Chris and I have decided to work on putting the zine together seeing as the last attempt just faded out and never went anywhere. Hopefully this time will be different.

Lately, I seem to be writing about childhood. I noticed when I was writing my dissertation that Margaret Atwood does this a lot in her work, so maybe I'm stealing ideas from her. But maybe because I'm young it's the only period of my life I've had time to look back and think about. I mean, I'm 21 soon but I still don't feel like I can look back to my teenage self and criticise her because I probably still feel some of the same things and I'm still prepared to admit how difficult a time I had. The most prominent part of those years doesn't need to be written about. Well, maybe it does. I have tried but nobody can feel what I feel. Does that matter? Anyway, right now I'm writing about the time I hallucinated because of the giant M&M I had in my room.