Day 42: 42 Days of Summer

Wow. Can't beleive its the last day of my blog! It does feel like a while, despite it was only 42 days, which is only 42/356 days in a year, so its not that much really. I don't know if I've acheived anything by writing this, but it's made me reflect on what I do everyday, and made me want to be consistant with something for the first time ever. It definitely wasn't going to be one of those unfinished drawings, or one of those half written songs.

Today we went to this beach, we'd been to it before, but it was about six or so years prior to this one. It looked quite a lot different since, but maybe thats because the nicer part of then was now the less appealing part and it was now the not as nice part which was more appealing. Although there was this permanent stench of seaweed. I didn't even go near the sea and was sun bathing the entire time and I still ended up smelling like seaweed. We were planning on staying there till about three o'clock, but our plans changed and we ended up vacating at two, due to vast amounts of mist forming on the beach.

When we got back, the weather was yet again at the height of glory with absolutely no clouds in the sky and intense heat radiating from the sun. Straight to the poolside we went, and stayed there for pretty much the whole afternoon, including the occasional dip in the pool. (which was freezing in contrast to the air temperature.) I'm going to come back so tanned. Well... Moderately tanned. Not so tanned I look orange but enough tan to make me look like I've actually been on holiday. Cause thats the best kind of souvenier.

After this day of laziness, let the packing comence. My parents seemed to be feeling frantic although considering we had plenty of time to get everything sorted they still seemed to be irresponsive and could only communicate with raised voices. Thankfully, after about two hours of disagreement and torment, everything seemed to be packed up, or ready to be packed up for tomorrow morning.

All this excitement seems to of really tired me out. I never thought I'd say it but I'm almost looking forward to getting back into the whole "schoolday" routine. Give me a couple of days with it though and I'd probably wish I was back on holiday and not facing a maths exam. Or a spanish exam, etc. I wish I could continue this, as I feel like I've only just got started on it, and it could only get better. But summer is over and I haven't got anything to even vaguely look forward to maybe the odd weekend, 15th of october to be precise, but that is all! Just as it started to kick off as well... Oh well, good things never last, and I'll be able to look back on it from time to time and think about how much of a dick I am or, how I would never go about such things and other stuff.

Anyway, 42 days are up! Just going to take a backseat from writing, might be back, so watch out!

Day 41: One more day :(

I woke up surprisingly early today, before my sister to say the least, and she normally wakes up first. I found myself wandering downstairs towards a box of cereal containing hardened lumps of fibre encased in a chocolate flavouring. This was most welcoming first thing in the morning. There was beginning to be a shortage of milk, but the way it works if something is running out food wise, first come first serve; and I was the first one to help myself to breakfast, therefore I got the milk. Mwahah.

When everyone had woken up, it was decided that we should pack today, so then we wouldn't have to do very much packing tomorrow and we could just enjoy the last day of the holiday and then leave the day after "stress free". Oddly, this seemed to make my parents highly agitated over this matter and the stress would of been spread over a shorter amount of time if we'd left it till last minute. Now I have to endure two days of stress as an oppose to what would of been maybe an hour or two of stress tomorrow evening. Oh well.

So after I'd packed, and disagreed, and begrudgingly agreed with my parents the weather had perked up a lot more. A trip to the supermarket had again be justified. This just meant sitting in the car for an hour or so. I quite enjoy being driven around for amounts of time, especially when I can just listen to my ipod and just disapear into my thoughts and not be obliged to have to talk to anyone, it's quite comforting.

By the time we got back the weather was blazing. Back into the bikini I got. On went the suntan cream, and out came the book. I've started reading Emma (irony much?) by Jane Austen. I was expecting it to be so much more complex than it is. Admittedly im only up to like chapter 9 but I'm actually enjoying it quite a lot. Emma seems to be pretty manipulative, and almost wants to control poor Harriets life, alas Harriet seems to be oblivious to all this. I do find it all quite strange the way relationships seemed to be structured then, compared with today where its fueled by self indulgement as an oppose to then where it was controlled by class and social structure.

Only one more day left! I can't beleive how fast it's all gone. And I'm starting to feel as if it's built up to something and then when I stop doing it it's going to go back down to nothing and the work I put into it is going to be lost. I couldn't continue it through the winter, or even after winter. I'm expecting so much more work for the next two years with GCSE's (lol maybe...) that I wouldn't have a life to even write about, nor anytime to write about it... I'll think of something though.

Day 40: Lets go to the supermarket.

I swear the only thing I do on holiday is go to the supermarket. Usually when I'm at home going to the local supermarket to do the weekly shop or popping in to get something is a massive chore in which you can never be bothered. But the amount of products they stock there that are so vastly different (and in some cases not so vastly different) is mind blowing, it makes you wonder if people actually buy them. You can buy frozen snails... Why would you buy frozen snails? And you can buy cheeze toasties already made, all you need to do is heat them up... Isn't that all you need to do anyway? (Besides from grating cheese and putting it on a piece of bread and sticking it under the grill...)

Anyway, I've ended up going to two different supermarkets today. The first one was to get the general shop, whilst the next was just to stock up on our favourite frite sauce which some how you can only seem to get in intermarche... I managed to get through one entire bottle in a week, I wouldn't be surprised if I cut myself and started bleeding frite sauce.

I also finally finished my book! Took my time about this, but when your outside and its really, really sunny and you have no shade or sunhat and your wearing glasses which somehow magnifies the light by about 100000000000% it kills your eyes to stare at a bright white page. I spent most of the afternoon recovering from this with a headache, so I decided to have a shower to ease the pain. I think somehow using up all the hot water must of helped. I don't think my mum was too pleased though when she came to do the washing up...

We then watched this movie with Robert De Niro in, it was called "le etait de la bronx" which means something like "tales of the bronx" not 100% sure if the movie was actually called that in english, seeing as the movie was american not french, but the box was in french so I could only guess. It was a surprisingly good gangster movie. Most of the movies provided in the gite seem to be about gangsters of some type, It's much better than the magazine collection though. The only magazines there was one copy of "good house keeping" then there was about seven copies of "land rover monthly" who the fuck wants to read about land rovers every month... I do not understand how they even make a profit... Someone explain this to me...

And also I came to the horrible realisation that I only have two more days to blog about before my blog is finished... Whilst I'll be relieved to be finished and not have to worry about having something to write about everyday, I'm going to miss the amount of satisfaction I got from people reading it, just checking the stats on it made me feel pretty happy. Something like 500+ UK views doesn't sound like a lot compared to what some blogs get but to me I'm pretty proud of it, I've actually managed to be consistant with something in my life.

Day 39: I'd kill to fall asleep.

I seem to be so tired. I don't understand quite what it is, all this build up of doing nothing and drinking beer all the time sure does seem to take up a lot of energy... And then when I'm typing, my hands seem to get tired after writing like the smallest amount of nothing. And I have a feeling I'm going to have outbursts of talking about things that don't make any sense, or over describing something to the point where you forget what it is I'm describing to you. Oh dear.

My mother woke me up at nine thirty today, this didn't make me best pleased, although I was in a sort of state of being half asleep and half awake. I must of been like that since the middle of the night, I think I woke up because I felt like I had a spider or something small and insect like crawling on me. It was most likely a peice of discarded hair somehow floating on my arm.

So we went to this beach today. It was sunny but windy at first, when you lay down on the sand it warmed up so much though. After I'd liberally applied some of Tesco's finest sun protection cream I did another three hour stint of sun bathing, before deciding that it was far too cold and wanted to go home. Which is odd cause usually I'd rather stay out, but sun bathing seems to be exhausting by any means.

When we got back, I retreated up into my room and on to the laptop, planning on watching some bbc3 "documentary" or something and falling asleep. Little did I realise that I can't actually access it when I'm out of the country. This fills me with fatigue and fury...

Day 38: Check out my womanly touch... or something.

Ok, so today I've been super lazy. I've done nothing. Just lingered in the abyss of emptyness which is where I seem to be staying. I got up at about half eleven, wandered around the pool for a bit, before I decided to eat a fat bowl of cereal. Consequently, I now have no cereal left and im probably at risk of becoming over weight. Well, maybe not... but if this constant eating continues I will be!

Following this, the famous bikini made an appearance, with me in it, sitting by the pool on a sun lounger basking in the sun. Sadly, from yesterdays sunbathing, I am slightly sunburnt. One of the patches is on the inside of the top of my right arm. I also have this nice sort of line from where my bikini top was, although it wasn't your average kind of bikini top thing, like a marilyn monroe kind of style; Which looks pretty stupid when I'm wearing a normal one. Oh and the best patch of sunburn possible, this little butterfly shape right wear my clevage is. The funniest part, is that it's actually a butterfly shape, I'd put up a picture, but that'd be innapropriate.

Making sure I put lots more protection on, I sat there for I'm gonna say about two hours, before I decided that it was too hot and that I ought to tidy up my room. I'm not gonna lie. My room was a fucking bombsite. But thanks to my "womanly touch" all mess has been irradicated to the wardrobe. Took me the best part of an hour, with intervals of talking on facebook to people who I miss dearly.

This rather cheered me up actually, it's always nice when you talk to someone and they say nice things to you. But I'm looking forward to next monday, I love having plans, and I love knowing that they should fall through ok without too many complications.

Day 37: Tannnnnnnnnn.

Voila. Actually done something today, sort of... I was awoken at the shocking hour of nine thirty to get up and ready to do the one and a half hour drive down to a beach which we had apparently been to before. However, due to lack of remembering what the beach was actually called, we drove around for an extra half hour looking for it, until we finally gave in in defeat and decided that we would just go to this beach that we'd found right next to a holiday complex. Despite this, it was surprisingly not empty and the weather was lovely.

So, acting on this, I slapped on some suncream, set my towl on the sand and absorbed some pure UV emitted off the sun. I was so completely tired that I lay therefore the best part of three or so hours. That was before I noticed that I had started to burn slightly. On went the sun cream again and resumed sun bathing.

Following this, the beach had started to become increasingly busy and more and more people had decided to settle there, presumably from the large complex that was situated near it. Rather rudely, a group of middle aged over tanned, slightly over weight french people decided to sit right behind us, despite the abundance of space a little way further up the beach. Consequently, because of this my dad decided that this was highly innapropriate and couldn't bare to participate in the contest of being an equally rude english tourist, he packed us all into the car off back home.

Much to my disappointment, the sun had gone in when we got back, so all sun bathing by the pool was out ruled. I had to make do with a beer and a night of watching a DVD with my dearly beloveds... The DVD was actually pretty good, it was callled "Crash" and at first I though it was the JG Ballard film adaption of the book but it turned out that it wasn't. It was probably best that it wasn't seeing as I had to watch it with my parents. Anyway, it was still a really good movie and proved how you really don't know who you are at all.

Day 36: Wake me up, when this holiday ends...

Oh I'm so lazy. I have done nothing yet again! Spent all morning in the glorious depths of my bed before being awoken by my mother and sister conversing downstairs. The disadvantages of staying in an old converted outhouse is that there is only one layer of floor boards. Which incidentally could not get any thinner; Therefore, everyone can hear what everyone is saying no matter which ar of the gite they are in. It's great when your upstairs and want to shout something to somebody simply because you are far too "fatigued" to move, however it's not so much fun when someone is arguing with the another person as you can hear all details of the disagreement.

The trip of the day was a drive around the countryside, and then to le intermarche to stock up on provisions for the day, beer, tea that's raspberry flavour, some kind of coffee desert thing and of course the baguettes. Whenever we go to the supermarket it's always as if we have to completely slow down for something. Well, my parents somehow do... They insist on taking longer than necessary to pick what things they actually want to buy. Food is so much more expensive here, so it's not as if they actually have much choice anyway; they either buy a really small amount of decent expensive food or a better amount of "top budget" branded food with reduced quality.

Upon returning from the trip to the supermarket, I decided that my nails were most certainly looking shabby and that it was at the utmost importance that I do something about it. After about five minute of browsing my small selection of nail colourants I decided on this silver colour, which just so conviniently happens to dry in 40 seconds. When I slapped a few coats on of the varnish, I made the executive decision to also apply a crackle varnish on top. I highly reccomend you do this! The crackle effect does look really good and adds a kind of printed texture to your nails.