Sunday 18^th  I saw Kevin all day again. I don’t know why but I don’t like him as much when I’m with him. In fact, sometimes I’m actually semi-repulsed by him. I know that sounds a bit harsh but I find myself sitting with him thinking, “Yuck, yuck, yuck!!”.

All the fit lads came out tonight in the Arbar…. damn it! Ben looked really nice too. That’s just my bloody luck!

Ugh, what’s wrong with me? Why aren’t I happy I’ve got a boyfriend who’s nice? I don’t mind being with him on my own (when I’m bored) but I’d rather not be with him when I’m out cos I can’t pull and kind of want to sometimes. I’m so mean!

Kevin’s scared of rulers. My flatmates have a chart on our kitchen wall for lads to measure themselves up to. I keep threatening to get out the ruler and he really doesn’t want me to so he must have something to hide! I wouldn’t actually do that but he still seems bothered by it!

Bye!