Yesterday Lib and I went to see Chicago finally (see there was a minor controversy that the distributors took roughly three weeks to get the movie into hunter region cinemas) then afterwards I 'had' to buy the soundtrack and Lib and I 'had' to look for stockings and suspenders but Big W does not have anything that isn't made out of navy blue polyester so our search was useless, and we consoled ourselves with shakes and donuts, thus breaking our diets (I call them eating plans it's sound so more euro-trash that way) hers low fat, mine no refined carbohydrates because everyone knows that white food is evil pure evil. Then Lib drove me home, and she talked about her boyfriend Trent and I told her about boys who could of been my friends if only I could rememember their names.

Ooh and Lib bought for me a whole heap of Lush stuff from her trip to Sydney, granted I gave her the money and a list of stuff I wanted, but it's nice to get a bag of stuff that smells so pretty.

I haven't been updaying often lately or when I do the entries have been quite lacklustre due to a whole heap of issues which I will list in poin form.

1) my main doctor looking after everything last year retired, but he didn't send my file, which had everything I did, every doctor I saw, every bowel moment I had was on those files and when he retired he said he would forward those files onto my new main doctor so everything would be peachy right? well of course this is the world of Kimberly and life just doesn't go like that for me instead, the file has totally disappeared and father and I have spent the last two weeks calling every doctor I have been to over the last few years... yes all 26 of them and we have almost re-assembled my medical history. I hate doctors.

2) Father went to Doctor, told doctor that he had a weird dizzy spell, doctor did some tests, doctor finds out Father had a mini-stroke and send him for more tests and we are waiting for the results but doctor thinks that father has a enlarged heart, which is weird becuase I always thought of him as being heartless, like me.

3) brother was diagnosed with asthma last week but we don't care about that do we?

4) Next Monday I will be 19, I am miserable as I have grown to dislike my birthday and, also the relisation that a year has passed in my life and I have accomplished nothing, so I have been wallowing in self pity because I don't wanna be old.

Yeah so there a crappy entry about why my diary had been crappy of late.

I have to see a new doctor tommorrow so I have to go get my pretty-me-making sleep