High: Going to a murder dinner on Friday with my old colleagues.
Low: Going to farewell drinks for one of my best mates, who is leaving to work in New York for a while.
High: Going to a lawn-Pimms-tennis party on Saturday afternoon, and seeing lots of awesome people there, including a hot, awesome and friendly DJ stud that I have booked for my birthday party next weekend. Very excited!
Low: Having my boyfriend pass out from too much Pimms and not go to Third World Ant's birthday party. But then perhaps he would've been so miserbale I would've sent him home.
High: Seeing my mum on Sunday, and just chilling with her.
Low: Her constant nagging over how I wash my clothes, how I eat and how I generally run my litle household.
High: Not going to the Melville Rock Festival, because my ex was there and perhaps it would've been awful.
Low: His freinds smsing me dodgy text messages, showing him the messages, and me being the but of the joke.
High: Finally doing practical stuff in my photography course.
Low: It's on a fucking Saturday morning.
High: Having my hair cut.
Low: Way too short for my liking
Low, low, and low: It's Monday. Shitters.