YO. So what did I get up to on Tuesday? Well my friend told me the night before that a bunch of kids invited him and his friend to watch a movie with them, as a thank you for teaching them... something? Unfortunately his friend couldn't make it so he asked me if I wanted to go. After a long think, i decided I should go to test out my new way of approaching kids... the nice way :D Yes that means not telling them creepy facts about themselves xD

We watched Gulliver's Travels which turned out to be surprisingly good despite other people saying it was bad. HAHAHHA I felt like a babysitter/guardian... SUCH A COOL FEELING :D I was always counting heads and half the time me and my friend freaked out when we thought we lost one person and we searched the whole westfield to try find her.... hahaha. I left pretty early and decided to go to the city just to chillout for a bit. As usual, my experiences in the city almost always turn out to be an epic stalking mission :D I saw THREE groups of people I knew and I followed them all and took pictures [not creepy at all] and gave up :) ONE of them was zomg.... wait for it... HOTBACK ANTHONY AND HIS ASIAN GANG!!! <3 <3 <3 Nah he looked better from behind :P What the hell, he hasn't grown since we saw him in year 7!!! He is probably my height.... SO SHORT FOR A GUY!! I have to say, his asian friends were a lot more attractive XD And seriously what's with HK guys and their black framed glasses? THEY ALL WEAR THEM. NOT KIDDING.

Anyway later that night my mum had this massive mood swing and screamed at me for being an embarrassment. In canto that's "sut lay". ROGHWR0TU W08AU2305%Q&$ WHAT? I was so sad cos I knew she was right..... just seemed like I couldn't accept it. THEN something even worse happened. My suspicions of my brother reading my diary was confirmed. Ok I know I sound like a massive wuss "my little brother read my diary!!!!!! waaaaaaaaah". But seriously I feel like absolute sh*t cos .... my privacy has been destroyed. Does that make sense? I feel like... I have no secrets anymore. All my deepest thoughts were written down in that diary and what makes it worse is, he searched for it. He was in my room while i was out, and freaking TRIED TO FIND IT. How does that make me feel? He even teases me about the stuff I wrote in it.... like he would walk past me and say something that i knew he would've known, only if he read my diary. At first he dropped subtle hints... then i slowly figured out that, hey, how did he know that? ZOMG. NO WAY.