Well. Today I learned that snails can live up to 15 years. Imagine being a fifteen year old snail. Seriously, that astounds me.
The electricity went. Just as baby Mike was born into my Legacy (it rained today). I nearly killed someone. But it turned out for the best in the end, cos I reloaded it, and she had a baby girl, whom I named Lynette (yeah, it's all Desperate Housewives). Then I went out to buy Marie Claire (Taylor Swift is on the cover) but they hadn't got it. Sadface. I went babysitting and we made a Swiss Roll. Too bad we hadn't got the right ingredients, so it got kinda (and by kinda, I mean very, messed up). You have no idea how bored I am of summer already. Not that I'd rather be at school, I just don't have much to do.
Have no fear however, I have plans for tomorrow. I have a social life. Wait, who am I kidding?
Oh and I thought that I should explain my name. My name is Ailish. But I hate it, and my friends were trying to give me a nickname (for want of a better word) and Snailish stuck. Though Gaylish was quite popular for some time. No, but Snaily's awesome.