Dear diary,
So its august here in Australia. That means, cold rugged up days, going to coffee shops and watching movies inside. But meanwhile, the temperature is telling me different. Honestly, i fell like i have been dropped into a deep fryer - minus the batter. Actually no scratch that, with batter. These clothes are not helping my cause.
I really dont understand though, yesterday it was dropping down to at least 12 degrees, which for me is like freezing my tootie off holy geez. Now i am sweating in places i didnt even know could sweat and i really am not appreciating its company. I would not be surprised if the temp was ranging on 24 - 25 degrees and its frickin' 4am like really a girl needs her sleep.

Im gonna go before my sweat starts to drip on the page.
Awh shit, too late

Tanks for listening

Brandie xx


I gently sign out as i put my diary to ease. Somedays it is the closest thing i get to relaxation and tranquility. It gives me time to go through my thoughts and actually think. Corny, i know hay.

I finally go to lay down and get some sleep as i here a noise from downstairs. Bloody hell, if its Rory, ill kill his nuts. As i go sneak down stairs, i hear a quiet yet recognisable "fuck", Fucking hell Rory, someone really needs to hit that child.

After a whole whisper fight with my idotic brother, i finally give up on his antics and try and get some sleep.

Tomorrow couldnt come any quicker. Jessa is coming over so we can record. That is another way i let out my emotions, Singing. Ive been told that im not to shabby but i dont really care if im Beyonce' good or tone deaf jenny bad.

I would love to be discovered but i would never go solo, only with Jessa.

Tomorrow will be interesting...

Notes

Hi :)
Im new, thought i give it a stab.
tell me what you think.
if anyone reads haha
cheers babycakes.

- Golds