Ok, so I want to blog about Sunday because I'm feeling pretty good at the moment and the memory of it will make me feel even better rather than worse.
We went to Haworth which was pretty cool and old looking in its self but the best part was walking through the moors and actually going to WUTHERING HEIGHTS. Well, it's not really called that but it's the farm that is thought to be the insipiration for it. It was amazing. Everything was so pretty and it was perfect being there with Naomi. My Cathy. ^_^
We went to the Bronte's house first off and then through the church yard and onto the moors. It was seven miles there and back and we were walking for hours, but we didn't care. It was just so perfect in every way.
I love you, Naomi.
OK, you can all go puke now from the sickening display of love and crap.