Reasons to be cheerful. 1, 2, 3.

I'm finally eighteen. I had three birthday parties: one at home, a surprise pyjama party thrown by my amazing Australian family (I've always wanted a surprise party!), and a nice evening out on my actual birthday (drinks and dinner with the family). I have a few more parties coming (a night out with my cousins and a "posse" on Saturday, not to mention billions of nights out when I get home - to catch up on a year of missing out!). 

A certain guy has promised to take me on a date when I get home ("cinema, dinner, night out, the lot!"). Just the idea of a date makes me jump up and down with joy.
I also have quite a cheeky friendship going on with a certain guy, and I'm loving every minute of it.

I got my nose pierced; something I've wanted since I was five years old. An upside of not having a boyfriend: freedom to do whatever I want with my body. 

Just writing all these things down is making me feel better already.