Sunday just so happened to be as sparkly as Saturday. I didn't have the greatest sleep though because I woke up several times out of fear that my nose stud had fallen out again. I also made the epic mistake of having bacon and eggs for breakfast. Something that always manages to make me feel like rolling around and groaning in pain. Too much fat overloads my guts. Ewww.

Anywaay. Today I went to the Aquarium and then St Kilda with Konannn. It was the best Sunday I have had in a very long time. Staring at fish in unnatural environments and being whipped and beaten by wind and sand. Perfect weather: CHECK. Perfect itinerary: CHECK. Dreamy. Now I'm at the stage where I'm analysing my day and doing the typical Steph worry of having said ridiculously stupid things. Which is probably just a Steph-esque characteristic but they are still worthy of regret. Epic fail. I suppose I am just thankful that he is the kind of person that doesn't act like I'm just some epic freak who says stupidly bizarre things. He may think it, I'm not sure but it's the greatest thing when you meet someone who just takes you for all the flaw-factor that you are.

Now at 10.10pm, I'm a bit sleepy. And I think my arms are slightly burnt. And maybe my lips. And I genuinely feel happy after this weekend. Continuous happiness is so much easier and brighening than up-and-down sadness. I'm a slightly bit fearful though. Last year at this time I was very happy too and things were going wonderfully for me then everything crashed. Chances are that this year could follow the exact same pattern. I guess i'll just have to try very hard to stay positive for a good year.