GO MANNY PACQUIAO!

Dannnmmmmmm. This day was crazy. Like literally crazy. Right now it's like 6.41am. and I'm like so not sleepy at all.

Let me first start telling you about the start of my day, I woke up and went down stairs. I had a cappucino which kept me going for about 3 hours with all the sugars I have putted in. I realised that I said to myself today was the day where I was going to practice my guitar again. WHICH I DID. But now I totally wish I hadn't. Silly me, since I haven't played my guitar in a while, it was sorta out of tune. Typical me...always trying to fix everything, thinking to myself that I know how to tune a guitar. But as I was tuning it, the string..well...flick'd off, ripped apart, broke...just well to sum it all up. Instead of having 6strings. I now have 5. Appearantly, I tune'd it too much? or too hard? or something...and it just went from 6 to 5 in a flash. I was absolutely terrified, that was when I wish I hadn't tune'd in so much, or maybe...I wish I hadn't played it at all today. Because either way, if I didn't. I probably would still have 6 strings.

I started freakin' out. I didn't want to tell my parents yet...because as usual, I tried to fix it. I called all of my friends who had knowlendge about guitars and fixing guitar strings. I rang all of them and asked them how much would it cost and where? I got some good answers, but the real question is...how do I get to the shop without telling my parents. So that was when I realised I needed their help. My dad wasn't at home that time...it was just my mam. My mam was upstairs in bed, sleeping. As I went up stairs with my 5string guitar, and peeped through her door. I thought to myself, very long and hard. Should I wake her? Should I wake her? Just for this tiny little problem. I was pretty much waiting outside the door for over 20minutes asking myself the same question over and over. And I don't know, I sorta managed to get the courage to go in the room and wake her and just tell her the small little problem. In absolutely relief, my mam wasn't mad. She just told me that I shouldn't tune any guitars since I have no idea what to do there. She said, that she might be able to get her friend to fix it. Hopefully he can fix it. He's pretty much a guitar god.

So that's what happened, told you guys I was going to write about my guitar practice day. And here it was. The big guitar dilemma.

Ohyeah, I just came back from my friends house. We watched the Manny Pacquaio boxing fight. We waited really from 11pm to 4.45am just for the fight to start. We really didn't have any energy left until the fight. Me and my friend Melissa, made ourselves some coffee to give us some boost and energy. Which probably only lasted around 1 or 2 hours. To be honest, the game was such a total B*llsh**

Excuse me for my language, but really. It really was.

Manny Pacquaio. The all time winner and the man he's fighting, who's name I really cannot remember right now. There was no even KNOCKOUT. I mean, come on! I've waited the whole night, just to see Manny hitting, and the other guy hiding his face. Seriously, there was really no action and very little fight which proves that the two fighters did not give it all. I was a bit disappointed, but yet..the main point is that Manny Pacquaio WON.

I might go now, do a bit of my homework since I can't sleep.

Ohyea, it's Mother's day here in Ireland.

Which means...

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAYto all.

xoxo.