So half the teenage-girl population beat me to the black liners from Topshop and the make-up rack was barren when i went so i only managed to get the last black mascara zzzz. Im stuffing my face with fried stuff and watching the Big Bang Theory when I should really be out jogging around the estate or something more physically engaging than this. And I have half the mind to skip Wednesday next week and come back on Thursday because all the forces of nature are working against me because the people I love can party that night. But I wont and I hope people dont laugh at me because Im going to bring a bag with wheels to camp