Scary skeletons!

Today was amazing! I big 'thank you' to Princess for taking me to so many wonderful places. We went to this funky place called The Triangle which had a beautiful rainbow wall and you could tell that the interior designers had really gone to town. Then we went to Afflecks Palace, again a very funky place. There I bought myself a new diary, a headband and Princess bought me a lovely lacey fishnet like top for my birthday. I also bought a BEGoths doll for The Hair, so he's happy now. Then we went to Pizza Hut (yum yum!) where Princess was rather happy, as although she had ordered a small and I a medium, they served us two mediums whilst only charging her for a small. I realise that the grammar of that sentence was appaling, but it's late and I want to get all my thoughts down.

Then we went to look in some other pretty shops before going to the IMAX Cinema to see a short 3D film called 'Haunted Castle' which was rather scary! My reflexes kept telling me to shield myself from flying skeletal debris and things like that, so it was certainly an experience. We then went to the Disney Store, although I was a very good girl and didn't buy myself anything. After that we did some general shopping as Princess wanted to buy something for her boyfriend's birthday and I was just enjoying being in Manchester. I bought myself some more beaded braclets and 'Trouble in Shangri-La' by Stevie Nicks, an album which I've wanted for ages.

We had to run to the train station, much to the aggrivation of my dodgy knee, and arrived on the platform just as the train was pulling into the station. There was a little girl near us on the train who insisted on colouring everything in pink and kept having tantrums when her mum wouldn't let her draw on the table, but hey, we can't have everything in life.

This evening was going rather well. I was relaxing and looking forward to sleeping in for a bit tomorrow morning, but when I went to show Princess a feature of my new diary I found Grandpa Goth collapsed in the corridor. He was obviously drunk and had cut his lip when he'd fallen. He kept punching and kicking the walls, so myself and Princess went to see the porter whilst The Hair stayed with him on the floor. In the end he went to his room and we had to call the porter up, who made sure that he was OK and then left, telling us that we'd done the right thing. I'm so glad that we've got good porters in this place - they really look after you. I'm now feeling very down and can't wait to go to bed and have a little cry. I don't like having to deal with drunk manic depressants.

This blog has not be written to any music, as it's the early hours of the morning and I'm not really in a chipper music-listening mood right now. Maybe tomorrow.