I don't know what's going on with me. I've been giddy all week. I couldn't stop smiling even if someone would come up to me and smack right on the face. All you'll ever see after is a flat-faced Nikki - still smiling.

I've been an absolute clown.

I kid around with my mum and Uncle Lucio. I caught up with my cousins online.

Caught up with friends at work.

And for once, I didn't mind the fact that my sister from Ontario called me up on my birthday and launched her litany of abuse.

In fact, I welcomed it.

Yes, I'll think about it.

No, I'm not yet sure what I want to do with my life.

No, I'm not spending all my time with my boyfriend.

Yes, I still have time to study.

Yes, I'm aware that I'm anemic and that I need my 8 hour sleep.

No, I don't do the 8-hour sleep routine. I'm lucky if I get 4.

Ok, bye now.

I hung up. Frowned a little. Only a little and I switched back to smiley mode.

There's one person who makes me forget about my undying frustration towards my sister - and I'm loving him more and more each day.