I think I'm officially a size eight. Bought a load of new clothes yesterday and they were all an eight or a "small." After shopping with C, I went to A's and ended up going back to the town I'd just come from to go for something to eat with her, T and my ex-boyfriend. It's strange how we can still get on like nothing ever happened between us. Still make jokes about it though, like jokey references to his penis n stuff. Whatever. Not told H that they were out with us though. Feel strange not telling him but if I just brought it up and mentioned it out of the blue he'd get moody over the fact that I'd felt the need to point it out to him. Like, last time I said something about R (ex) he got in a stress and said sumat bout not giving a shit bout hearing about my ex. I can totally understand, but it's not as if there's anything between us or whatever. He's just a friend. The fact that we dated I find completely irrelevent, he's an ex for a reason. Anyway, moving on...

Me and C went up to see an old friend from school today. We saw her mother yesterday while shopping and found out she's really ill. Apparently the thing she has can be fatal. It's something to do with her bowels but I can't remember what it's called. She looks well though. Apparently it's made her lose over two stone. She's now smaller than a size six and can't find any pants small enough to fit her!

Better go now, gonna look for a site with cheap mobile phones, mine's fucked.