the nostalgia era

I came home Sunday night to find I had an email from Gemma, wanting to write to me and see how I am and stuff coz she found a note I left her in a notebook years ago (well hidden or what? ;) ) and it made her cry, and now I'm talking to my old next-door neighbour on MSN and it's just completely surreal coz like I said to Cathryn for years I've only heard about what Chris is doing through his mum, I didn't think he wanted to talk to me anymore, I was just the little kid next door who used to play football and dig holes in the garden with him. And yet we're discussing music and how he would teach me to play guitar if we still lived next door to each other. And how he's going to send me lots of music to try and change my tastes, pffft. Why must boys always force their opinions on you anyway?


Just yeah hi welcome to nostalgia week in the Em-zone. Life, I think thy name is Aiming To Catch Me Completely Off Guard.