Sitting here with Natalia, she's telling me her humorous story about Stefan tricking her mum. This is good, good fun. The others have made their way down to the shops to purchase some cigarettes - disgusting habit. Talking about disgusting habits, I just had ashed my cigarette in the ash tray to the left. How ironic? I'd say so. We just chilling out to some gentle music, smoking a cigarette, you know? Saturday is my birthday, the day I was born. The big one five, coming my way. Poor Natalia, still a baby only just fourteen. Weekend will be good, I'm no longer grounded. Shit yes.