Apparently it's snowed back home and Munster got the worst of it, which means that it probably got about two centimetres and everything ground to a fecking bloody halt. Typical Irish planning and all that. I do wish I had pictures, the village must look pretty covered in a light dusting of snow, but dad's useless with a camera.
Made me feel a wee bit homesick though.
And great I'm talking about the fucking weather in a country I'm not even in.
[Stephen]
So I might've accidentally used my power on Damien yesterday. Is it wrong to freak out about not freaking out?
[Lydie, Val, Doria, Savannah, Moa and Pad.]
Do you guys know what do people do for birthdays around here? Hypothetically speaking.