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.

Day 35: Village d'un mil

I do not think I could feel any more depressed right now. The amount of nothing to do has just made me think and feel like crap. And even when there's something to do its usually crap and I don't want to do it. But the whole time this makes me feel like a completely ungrateful little bitch because it's not like my family is trying to make me feel shit, rather the opposite and so far they feel that their efforts have gone unappreciated. I do appreciate their efforts, its just as much as I want them to, they haven't worked.

And as I sit here right now, with some kind of raging growing pain in my leg, hoping that I am still actually growing, I don't feel so bad anymore. I wrote what I said in the previous paragraph prior to telling myself to cheer the fuck up and stop being such a little twat. Regardless, I am missing my friends imensly though. My friends are such a big part of my life whenever I have to leave them or are not able to talk to them or see them I do feel like a part of me is missing.

Today I did feel generally low. We went to this thing called "Village d'un mil" which translates to village of the first millenium, basically it was an archeological site where a village was found from the first millenium, hence the name. They showed all the ruins of what would of been the hut like living areas, then they'd reconstructed some of the buildings to give you an idea about what it would of been like. All in all, the whole experiance was pretty ropey, there was tarpaulin on the roof of one of the huts, and one of the huts was full of watering cans. However it was something to do, maybe not the most exciting of things but when your in the middle of nowhere then it sounds like a not so bad idea.

Day 34: It's all downhill from here...

Oh my. This may possibly be the most boring and uneventful day yet. Practically nothing happened. I spent the morning in bed, then I spent the afternoon in the car prowling around the countryside in the car. The weather was horrible all day. Mainly full of cloud and bursts of heavy rain occasionaly.

To make matters worse it happened to be results day, and seeing as I wasn't able to go down to my school I wasn't able to recieve my results. I may have to wait either until I get back to school for them, or they're going to come in the post; Inwhich I'll have to wait till I get back in the country for them.

I'm starting to get seriously depressed about the whole holiday thing. I know people that when their parents go on holiday they don't go with them, now I think I understand why. What your parents want to do is so much further away from what you want to do. I don't think I'm ever going to go on a family holiday again, at least not for a while. Having said this, next year my parents are probably going to go somewhere that actually I'd quite like to go. Alas, two weeks seems like it could not go any longer when your in the absolute middle of nowhere with what seems to be like a shitty internet connection and no population.

To make things weirder, the owners of the gite invited us to go for a drink at theirs. Now theres nothing weirder about that, but my parents are not the most social of people. Well at least my dad isn't, or I thought he wasn't... It was strange to see that my parents could actually be normal people when quite frankly, they're nothing like that at all at home.

Day 33: Vomiting because I love france so much...

 Today has been nothing special, yet again. I keep finding that everyday seems that way. I'm definitely going to start having to put something worth reading in my blog because quite frankly I'm starting to get bored writing them. I just end up talking about something for far too long, using the same words repetetively over and over again.

Did another trip down to le supermarche this morning, wrote a list of all the things we needed and ended up forgetting the majority of them... As well, it is almost impossible to be vegetarian in france. There are absolutely no protein substitutes on offer there, quorn, tofu, etc. I'm most likely going to come back with some kind of iron deficiency. I'm litterally living off baguettes and haricot beans. Oh, and orangina, cause I just have to have that when I go to France.

Conviniently we forgot milk. Seeing as I need that for cereal this made things difficult as, we had no milk and by the time I got back I still hadn't eaten breakfast. And my brilliantly unhealthy cereal was sat on the shelf feeling sorry for itself. To satisfy my hunger pangs, I decided to go swimming. Unfortunately, the weather by then was actually quite warm which consequently meant that the pools water would be freezing; that it was. It must of taken me about half an hour to gradually plunge myself into the depths. It's probably better just to jump in and have it over and done with, but as fearless as I am, that water was freezing.

Hurrah, it was finally lunchtime and therefore it was time to have a barbeque, which meant veggie kebbabs. MMMMMM. I don't mind them, they're just pretty general. Thats the problem with being vegetarian... Everythings pretty general... There's definitely a lack of variety, but subjected to this I still wouldn't eat meat... The whole Idea of eating animal flesh really puts me off now... Not that I'm a big fan of animals (they shit and leave hair everywhere)... But even so, it's pretty vile that you'd kill something just so you could eat it, for your own sake just because it might taste appealing. It's not like theres nothing else to eat. I suppose if there wasn't it'd be understandable, but there's tonnes of stuff you could eat instead of meat.

Ironically, after consuming my vegetable kebabs, I indulged in one of my least favourite past times. Vomiting. Again. MMMMMMM. (Sarcasm again here guys...). It keeps happening and it's not even fair. Currently actually I feel pretty sick. I'm even starting to find it tempting to force myself to throw up just so I can stop feeling so ill. But it's best not to do this, seeing as I don't want it to become a habit whatsoever, but it's definitely unpleasant by any means.

Day 32: omg my lyf iz so Xcytin lyk. LOL JK

Sacre bleu! I really need to learn some more french profanitys, the amount of boring situations I find myself in yet somehow I end up amusing myself by thinking of possible ways of offending people... I think the best ones are when you make them as weird and as vile as you can make it. Things like, "if you don't do that, I'll piss in your suitcase." or "if you don't do that, I'll put glue in your toothpaste and clean the toilet with your toothbrush."  Admittedly, they aren't brilliant, but when your subjected to the wilderness with a lack of internet connection or the interaction of other people or abundance of pornographic sattelite TV channels then you do start to wonder what the fuck is going on in your life...

I've spent the day reading, eating and sleeping pretty much. Woke up at some ridiculous time in the morning and decided that I would watch "La vie des autres" which translates to "The life of others" however, despite the fact I'm pretty sure that theres an english dubbed version, the version that I had some how ended up with was in either french or german. My german is pretty poor, I can just about ask for a coffee and thats about the extent of it. So it was to be that I would watch it in french, I think I should of put the subtitles on as well although by the time I'd realised this the film had already started and I couldn't be bothered to do anything. I watched about half an hour of the film before I decided that actually I hadn't got a clue what the fuck was going on apart from these detectives bugging this directors flat, and that was as far as I'd got before I decided I wanted to go back to sleep.

Then, at 10:30 to my horror, my dad came in saying that I ought to get up... Despite the fact about two days before he had clearly stated that I could stay in bed for as long as I wanted. Unfortunately after explaining this to him and he'd left the room, I couldn't actually get back to sleep so I had no choice but to force myself to emerge from the sheets.

From then on it's not as if I did anything interesting all day. We went on a short car journey which actually lasted about three hours and didn't actually end up going anywhere. We drove through endless bits of country side intersected by small villes, which incidentally consisted of these rather large and grand structures of houses. They're typically tall, and extend much further back than you'd expect seeing as the width is quite narrow in comparison. They all have this kind of interesting dark mysterious character about them... And even the inhabited ones seem to look derelict, not to mention the unhabited ones. In fact, there is such an abundance of all these old town houses that must be absolutely huge and have nobody living in them.

So when we returned, I spent the rest of the day sleeping on the sofa. With the occasional interval of reading my book, which despite the large font size, I'm only on page 140 or something; Even though I've been reading it since saturday. I'm almost quite ashamed at how slowly I'm getting through it. Usually I'd of finished it by now. I don't mind though, it's a very good book, being quite simple fiction and nothing too strenuous. The plot isn't too bad and the descriptions are absolutely brilliant. It may well be that the reason why it's taking me so long to get through it all is that the descriptions are so intense I become completely thrown off track. Something like that...

Oh, and the most interesting part of my day maybe was that I went for a swim at about 10:30pm... In the freezing cold. Interestingly, the water felt warmer compared to when I went in during the day in the blazing heat. Apparently it's to do with the difference in air temperature and water temperature. The smaller the difference then the more temperate the water will be. The bigger the difference the less temperate it'll be. (unless it's really cold outside, icey for example, then the water will most likely be icey too.) Science lesson over!?

Day 31: Ready. Set. RELAX?

Today I have done nothing. The beauty of absolutely nothing being that I stayed in bed for as long as I wanted, which wasn't the worlds biggest lie-in, but seeing as I'd gone to bed pretty early the night before it was a full night of mostly undisturbed sleep. Mostly, because my sister insisted on texting for hours on end illuminating the room with her mobile phone screen.

Breakfast was a bowl of Lion cereale, which I'm pretty sure was banned in the UK due to high levels of fat or sugar or something that your not supposed to put into your body because it's bad for you. Oh, and full fat milk. Simply because we couldn't tell what was skimmed or semi-skimmed in french so we just picked up two different kinds and prayed for them to be skimmed or semi-skimmed. Not that I'd mind whether it was full fat, but I'm gonna get pretty fat drinking that all the time.

Right afterwards, I had a long luxurious laze by the pool, lapping up all the sun I could (despite the fact I had awoken with glorious patches of sunburn on the tops of my feet). I started reading another book, called "Mariah Mundi and the Midas Box" oddly enough, Mariah happened to be a guy... Which is unusual because you wouldn't think of the name "Mariah" as being a male name, although I think it does sound like a good name for a guy, I quite like it.

The rest of the day pretty much consisted of the same thing, that was until I gained internet access and have spent the last three or so hours typing out the last three days. Yes, I have been sat inside, solidly writing. I feel as if I've neglected this somehow, although It was quite unfortunate that I wasn't able to get internet access until now otherwise I wouldn't have left it for so long. Also, I'm pretty sad to say that finding something interesting to do everyday is going to be quite difficult, seeing as I'm pretty much in the middle of nowhere with a limited internet access and low signal. So there is going to be a lack of phone number distributions, not that I would anyway, the french seem to all wear fleeces... This has been backed up by evidence that I saw an advert on the TV for a fleece, so it's not just the GCSE textbooks lying to me... All french youths seem to wear fleeces...

Day 30: Finalement!

After being awoken several times during the night by a screaming heffer cow which sounded very much like a very very loud dog had just been brutally hit by a car. This proceeded to make other dogs exclaim some kind of barking comunication making the sound grossly louder. Not to mention the fact my sister insisted on listening to her ipod at a ridiculous volume level through her headphones. My night was generally disturbed. At about seven thirty I was dragged from my bed of nylon sheets and a quilt which felt like carpet to another one of the french's "petit dejuner".

It was much more civilised than the rabble of people in the hotel that we had stayed in the previous night. The table was a already set with various jams and vanilla yoghurt, which is probably one of the nicest types of yoghurt you can get. Following this, a selection of different miniture french breads were served fresh, still warm from the oven.

We finished all this to return to pack up from our hotel to face the time until four o'clock of nothing to do. We decided to go down to a beach. The weather was beautiful, as it had been for past two days. So back in the car we went, I think it was about two hours each way. The minute we got there, bikini went straight on and the sunbathing commenced. My sister and mother went straight into the sea, despite the water being absolutely freezing.

Hours passed and it started to become cooler, and breezier. We decided to head over to the gite, actually arriving on the correct day this time... Once we had unloaded the car, we proceeded straight to the pool. Against the heat of the day, the pool was some how vastly colder than the air. But after being in the car for hours over the past few days the amount of elevation I felt in the water was so relieving.

Not only that, there was duvets on the beds! Night after night of sleeping in a crappy bed with no duvet with a thick coarse blanket and a quilt with the texture of carpet left me feeling tired and agitated, so this made me feel pretty happy.

Day 29: Ma Mere et Mon Pere sont imbeciles

Today was incredibly stressful. Most of today was spent traveling in the car, but before this we had a "petit dejuner" at the hotel which, had no kettle and copius amounts of mould growing on the ceiling. The breakfast was relatively simple, one tye of cereal, a jug of milk, tea, coffee, a selection of bread, jam (none of which was strawberry...) and fruit puree which was ridiculously sweet.

For the first time in ages I'd eaten quite a bit of breakfast, as usually I don't bother because I don't plan on waking up till about 11am onwards; by which time there's no point in having any.

I was pretty tired, not helped by the fact that there was screaming children running around the night before whilst I was harmoniously resting. Quite a few occaisions I opened the door to give foul looks towards the families with screaming offspring running up and down the corridors. Coincidentally, I found my father, standing outside the ajoining room, to be doing the same, hatred of loud children must run in the family...

So we set off, on our six hour journey to the gite, constantly dreaming about the pool, and sleeping in a bed that hadn't got ciggarette burns in the sheets. Every stop made on the way to a layby with the classicly foul metallic toilets signified that you were getting closer to some kind of paradise where of which there'd be decent toilets along with so many other luxuries.

On the way we stopped off at the "intermarche" which is a supermarket near to the gite, to stock up on the amenities. General things like bread, jam, coffee, cereal, wine, beer and then the slightly more unusual things like bolognaise flavoured crisps, sauce du frites (this translates to sauce for chips... It's basically sour cream with gerkins in or something...) haricot beans, BN biscuits (they used to sell these in the UK) and Cassis (It's really thick blackcurrant cordial which comes in a tin...).

Anxiously we drove up to the gite to greet the owners, the amount of releif on my face after near enough two days in the car was overwhelming; my dip in the pool was ever looming closer. The owners stepped outside and said, "Your a day early?!" My face dropped. My parents had got the booking date wrong. They had booked the ferry a day earlier than it should of been, and the whole time had been completely oblivious to the fact that they weren't even to be admitted to the gite a day later. We couldn't get into the gite because someone was still staying there. We were completely screwed.

The gite owners kindly invited us into their own house and made a call to a local hotel to see if there was any rooms available. This was a big help seeing as neither of me or my parents were fluent in french. If they hadn't lived on site then we would of been in huge shit.

We ended up staying in a private owned hotel in a small town about ten or so miles from the gite. It was this amazing traditional french house, which was small in width but the length of it seemed to go on forever! Inside it was dark and was equiped musty "cold pizza oven" smell. Luggage in hand, we marched up the spiral staircase following the creepy, camp, concierge as he showed us to our room. The room was quite spacious and so much cleaner than the hotel we previously stayed in the night before. Although this one had neither internet connection nor a kettle...

Day 28: Bonjour ma petit... viewers?

Today was an early start. Three o'clock in the morning to be precise. I was rudely awoken by my mother throwing a bottle of anti-frizz shampoo at me and instructed me to pack it. Due to her, unkind way of waking me up, I became so agitated and completely disorganised that I didn't pack it.

Following this, we gathered in the car to begin our six hour journey. This was complimented with pit stops at the finest service stations *insert sarcasm*... By this point I had a raging headache and was forced to buy a bottle of water at possibly the most extortionate price possible. A whole £1.60. Yes, I was practically reduced to tears by this point. But I was so in need of administering some paracetamol that I had no option...

When we got on the boat, my Dad insisted that we ought to sit outside. Among all the other "tourists" who were quite frankly loud, annoying and were all taking ridiculous amounts of pictures of each other. I suppose if its your first time on a ferry then fair enough... But I refuse to believe that it was that many peoples first time. A whole two hours I spent suffering among the rabble of tourists... At least the weather was nice.

Another four or so hours spent in the car when we got to France to arrive at the hotel... Now I don't actually expect the hotel to have that many luxuries and amenities, but there is no kettle, there's cigarette burns in my sheets and there's an absolutely stunning patch of mould growing on the ceiling. I would exchange all this for the goddamn TV on the wall. Hopefully tomorrow when I get to the destination, the facilities will be much better. Which I'd expect anyway, but until then, I shall just have to watch NCIS in french and bury myself in these beautifully crappy sheets.

Day 27: Short and sweet!

Today guys I am going to be completely honest with you (not that I would ever tell lies) I've done pretty much nothing! Actually I realise the past couple of days haven't been that interesting to write about, I'm sorry about this, but unfortunately, I find everyday a personal strain to find something remotely interesting to write about.

Ok, recount of my super boring day, Got up. Stayed in bed for an hour after getting up. Got out of bed. Got dressed. Took the dog out for a walk. Ate a yoghurt. Pretended to hoover (yeah, I'm too lazy to actually hoover, so I switched the vacuum on and just left it there...). Half-heartedly put some books in a bag. Drank a cup of tea. Gave the rest to my dog. Cleaned my glasses (They're still dirty). Added music to my itunes library. Exported it to my ipod. Thought about writing a book. Started writing a book. Realised I should plan it out first. Procrastinated (Still procrastinating). Went on facebook. Still on facebook. Rang Charlotte. Had a good catch up with Charlotte. Went downstairs. Opened fridge. Removed half a bar of Morrisons value dark chocolate. Retreated upstairs. Got back into bed. Ate chocolate. And resume to where I am now!

Also, I'm not sure if I'm going to make a post tomorrow. This does fill me with ultimate sadness that I face the uncertainty of having internet connection within my french hotel, or even on the ferry. But anything missed will be caught up on the following day (again, providing there's internet at the gite.)

Day 26: ...but I can't tell you

Well I'm sorry to say guys that today didn't go as it was planned. Not even slightly. Which unfortunately means no picture. I think I completely over reacted today though... There was no need for me to get as upset or pissed off as I did though. I should of just accepted shit and let it pass but I dwelled on it for too long and have most likely done something stupid. I don't think I regret it though, but it was a product of anger which I'm not sure if it'd make things worse than they actually are.

I did get my glasses though! Pretty happy about this as now I can see without squinting. As well, they have fucking huge lenses so I can't see under or over them. They also look pretty good to. To add to this, I've finished reading The Great Gatsby. I pretty much sat in Caffe Nero the whole morning to read it. I think it started to lose its charm though by the end... Then upon finishing it, I defaced it slightly (not that it already had been defaced whatsoever...) then began the half hour walk to return it. And then after returning it, the half hour walk back into town. I can not feel my legs.

One positive thing out of today was that I'm on good terms with someone that I was on less good terms with. It's pretty good really, cause we're actually pretty similar and in fairness it wasn't our own doing that caused some sort of dispute, it was that of a complete and utter twat. But its ok now.

Day 25: Mi vida es muy productivo!

Despite my imminent holiday to France, I haven't really been feeling very er,  french. I don't suppose you can feel french... But basically, instead of practicing my super amazing french speaking skills, I've been counting in Spanish for the whole day. Although I always get stuck when I get to 40... Just can't quite think what it is.

Apart from that exciting activity, I indulged in a spot of cleaning up. Ironically I should of started this an hour earlier than I did, so I stayed in bed for an extra hour which some how, karma rewarded me with a pulled leg muscle for a result of my laziness. It's nothing serious just kind of uncomfortable when walking around, oddly you don't notice it till you're sat down and have to get up again. The perseverance was worth it though, I now have a beautifully clean room... Well it needs vacuuming but I thought I'd save that treat for another day... (insert sarcastic facial expression)

A nice surprise though arrived at my door at about three o'clock, in the form of my two friends Jack and Spencer. Was nice to see them actually, not that it's ever horrible to see them, was just kind of refreshing to see them seeing as I hadn't seen them in quite a while. Like I said in an earlier post people used to come out all the time, constantly. So now everyone's moved away there's practically nobody. But we ended up going to my friend Jake's house and eating noodles and watching the crappiest TV programs ever. I think it was Robocop and Timothy's first day at school (or something) which was quite strange for a child's program.

Feel quite bad how most of my recent posts haven't got pictures, although you definitely shouldn't be clicking the links that I spam facebook with just so you can see if I've posted a picture and not bother reading it if I haven't. But hopefully if tomorrow goes to plan like I so desperately want it too then there ought to be a picture.

Day 24: hard to explain...

Well this morning started off to well, a breakfast in the hotel. Premier Inn's finest chocolate muffins and pomegranate juice. Well, it was either that or some kind of fry up... Which if you ask me, just made me want to be sick, even though I didn't have a hangover, which I'm super proud of.

When everyone else had finished their plates of animal product and pure grease, we began the journey back home. Or rather my mother and sister did, I decided to stop in Town and spend the day with the coolest person ever. I don't think I can express how much this person impresses me. In case your following the phone number antics of a previous post, then you know pretty much who this person is. Well, not his name or anything, but you get the gist sort of...

Anyway. I think the world of him. I know I haven't known each other for long at all. We've met up a total of about three times. But every time we meet up I end up having a really really lovely day. It feels like I've known him for a lot longer, or as if we've met before and been totally unaware of it. I don't think I've ever felt happier with anyone else, ever. I'm not the kind of person to fall head over heels for anybody... Actually, I never have. Ok, so whilst its all super lovely and happy and perfect, here's the shit part...

He's completely intelligent. He can deny it all he wants, there's no escaping his vast vocabulary or extensive knowledge of literature. And because of this, he's going off to university. I want him to go 'cause he's got so much going for him. But personally it's heartbreaking for me. There's going to be so many beautiful, intelligent and attractive girls there that I really don't compare. If anything I just don't want to be forgotten. Because I know I'm not going to forget him, whatsoever. I've spent the day being super happy but since I got the train back home I've just felt generally low about the whole situation... It's amazing how one person can give such a big impact...

I have this book which he gave me, it's called The Great Gatsby. I've read the first chapter already and so far it makes sense. Shouldn't take me too long to read it but there's so many annotations and highlighted words in it... I suppose this'll come in handy when I don't know what a certain word means... That is if I can read the hand writing...

Day 23: Birrrrrrrrmingham

Today after three hours of sleep, me, my mother, my sister and grandmother made the two hour journey down to Birmingham to go and visit relatives. Not only this, it also happened to be my great aunts 80th birthday. This pretty much involved a number of my mothers family cramming into a small terraced house. Often when I'm forced into an environment in which there happens to be no option but to partake in social conversation with distant relatives which prove to be not so distant, but usually have the same idea about large family gatherings as you, or in most cases thrive over these kind of shindigs.

It was actually alright. The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed considering the amount of people there. This was probably aided by the sizeable black bin full of alcoholic beverages. To make my life easier, my young cousin kept offering me beer. Not because he wished that I would become vastly paralytic but purely because of the amount of joy he simply got from opening the tops of beer bottles. The sly little bugger managed to get me drinking three budweisers in total... Then of which I was then frowned upon by someone who, wasn't even my relative, due to underage drinking. I wasn't even slightly drunk, and considering I was wearing my absolutely beautiful purple stillettos which I still managed to walk around in despite my slight intoxication, most likely proved my responsibility and ability to hold alcohol.

And to end the day, I'm sat here using a Premier Inn computer for which I had to pay a total of £3 just so I could have one solid hour of internet access despite the advert saying 40 minutes for £2 which if I'm honest would of been much more useful and economic. But it definitely shows some kind of loyalty that I paid to sustain my readers, although I don't think my writing is that gripping nor of much interest to the vast majority of people. But for those who read this crap, I definitely love you all.

Day 22: Tidying, Packing, Dying

Well I was this close to forgetting to write a blog post again. I realised this just as I was about to go to sleep. So, being absolutely knackered I went downstairs raided the chocolate biscuits and retreated back upstairs with a glass of water... Not suspicious at all.

Not really done anything today I have to say. I've been packing for my holiday to France which was proving difficult as most of the stuff I wanted to pack actually happened to be in the process of being washed, for some reason my dad couldn't understand this and was adamant that I was being a lazy little shit and not contributing and how he was working his ass off the whole time. It's not like I wasn't doing anything though. Sure, he may of been sorting out maps and travel insurance, but that's what he's supposed to do. How many teenagers do that and have the responsibility of packing their own bag?

So after this little disagreement, I decided to show him that actually I wasn't doing nothing and was actually being uber productive as ever. This resulted in me having a massive clear out of all my clothes. My wardrobe might as well be empty now. Even though most of the clothes in there didn't fit me anyway...

Following all this excitement, I decided to bleach my roots as they were looking a little bit dark, awkwardly enough, it turned out that they'd gone bright white, whilst my ends are pretty much a normal blonde colour. I'll have to wait till Monday before I'm even close to having the rest of my hair my desired colour. I suppose it could be so much worse, my roots could be that horrible ginger colour which I've seemed to have so many times...

Day 21: Woaaaaaaaah, we're half way therrrrrrrrrrrre......

They all look so happy...

Wow, the summer's gone really fast. And I'm starting to hate how when I write these I look less forward to writing them. What seemed like a really relaxing thing to do has just turned out to be a chore and often when I want to go to bed I realise I haven't written one. But I then realised if I don't I will of completely failed in for once trying to be consistent with something, also if anyone is reading this then I will obviously of let you all down in the fact that I would of stopped writing them which would obviously be an atrocity.

Had a good day though. Spent most of it in Mcdonalds drinking milkshakes and eating apple pies. Then went down into town to chill with a couple of people. The weather wasn't brilliant whatsoever, yet everyone was still in a relatively good mood and generally. And although the conversation mainly involved profound ways of talking about genitals. Well I suppose it was this or a spot of rioting, which would of proven most inconvenient due to my lack of energy, balaclava and stupidity...

When I got home I finally realised that I don't want my haircut anymore, I'm just gonna bleach it and hope it looks better, really can't be bothered doing anything to it anymore, I just want it to look perpetually decent.

Day 20: ooooooooops

Almost fell asleep without writing a blog post! How awful...
Not in the best of moods today, that's probably why I almost forgot to write a post. Really annoys me when you text someone, they text you back asking you something, you reply asking a similar question and then they don't respond... I find this most frustrating...

Not done much today, indulged in a bit of washing up with the sister... This involved pouring a cup of soapy water over her head to encourage her to dry the dishes a bit faster... After all that, went into Town to go get my eyes tested. The Optician put this really strange orange dye in my eyes to look at the quality of them, then he told me if I went in UV light my eyes would be orange... Definitely should of gone raving tonight.

Sorry about this being such a short crappy post, I'll leave you all with a nice bit of remix'd BMTH to rave to though... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAT1Ih_zDNg

Day 19: Feelin' positive... maybe ;)

Ok, first off, had no sleep last night at all. So I've been absolutely aching all over all day. So to cheer me up, myself, my mother and my nan went into Town. The weather was atrocious, although it did feel quite cosy when we were in the shops. Just realised, shopping again. I don't do anything else. However, I did purchase a nice set of all these hipster tea cups. £8 for 8, including matching saucers, yay.

Another thing, we kept walking past all these hairdressers that need hair models to practice on. The temptation to walk in and have all my hair chopped off was overwhelming... So I've pretty much decided I'm going to have it cut at some point. Really really really short, a bit like how Ashlee Simpson has hers... http://socialitelife.com/ashlee-simpson-goes-platinum-blonde-01-2011/ashlee-simpson-wentz-leaving-the-andy-lecompte-salon-in-west-hollywood-8 Or, http://cdn.blogs.sheknows.com/celebsalon.sheknows.com/2010/10/ashlee-simpson-hairstyle1.jpg

And not to forget, there's just been a shop built called Lidl quite near to where we live, and I'm not going to lie, It's not exactly M&S but I love going in there. Its full of European food brands and its just like going abroad, well, going shopping abroad...

Day 18: I am so tired...

Looking dead unattractive as ever...

After an exciting couple of days, having a very lazy, laid back and relaxed day seemed like the strangest most alien thing ever. I didn't even bother getting out of bed till half eleven... Made a cup of tea...Went back up to bed for another hour or so and did nothing...

When I had no choice but to get out of bed under the instruction of my mother, we went to Pizza hut... We don't eat out much, or at least we don't go out together and eat much... Unless its cake, my mother always wants to go out for cake... But anyway, I had about two slices of pizza in total and then went into the bathrooms to throw it all back up again.... MMMMMM. Not sure what the hell's wrong with me, but it keeps happening and its fairly fucking weird...

So when we got back I pretty much just stayed in bed all afternoon, listening to my new Foster the People CD, its a very good album, its called Torches, definitely recommend checking it out.

Day 17: hmmmm :( -but otherwise :)

I've had such a mixed day today. But I think it really proved how you can't trust anyone or anything, there's nothing anyone can do to stop themselves from having placed trust in the wrong person, no matter how well they know them. It all depends on that one person not abusing another persons trust, once they have abused it, then trust is a frail thing, and will most definitely never be the same. It's so irreparable, yet so goddamned important. Without it doing simple things becomes difficult, let alone more complex things. There never seems to be a point where you can trust someone entirely...

Rant over. I'm trying not to put a downer on everything but the world can be a shitty place. After this rather dark and unfortunate morning, I went into Town to go meet up with my friend. This is my lovely articulate friend just so you all know. With my new found open-mindedness towards tea we went to this tea rooms, sounds kinda crappy, but it was really cool. It was just full of all these crazy oriental teas which I'd never heard of in my short miserable existence. So we got this tea with some eccentric name, although if I'm 100% honest, tasted like weak normal tea with out the milk... But the best part was probably watching the little bud thing unfold.

Basically, you get this pot of boiling water, then they put this little parcel of tea leaves into the pot and if you wait it almost blossoms... When it does this flower comes out, it was possibly the coolest thing ever. Never been so impressed...

At the moment I'm kind of in the middle of everything. I want to be happy because I am, but I feel like I don't deserve to be when other people have it worse off... Massive amounts of guilt. On the bright side,  I've only thrown up once today... If you could call that an achievement...

Day 16: Theres a lot said for having your own space...

I'm not promising anything today, my day has been relatively uneventful. Actually, I'm still drinking Tea despite my apparent distaste for it, in fact, I'm sat here now with a rather large mug of it. I've never understood why you'd mix milk and hot water together to make tea (and obviously a Tea bag), seems like the strangest thing ever, its almost as wrong as eating noodles with bolognaise, or putting pasta in a stir fry, etc.

To add to my day of unevents, I keep throwing up, not that you'd want to know, but you don't actually get a choice in this. The weirdest thing is that there is absolutely no reason for it. I hadn't eaten anything dodgy, I didn't have any stomach ache before or afterwards, complete spontaneous puking. My mother is concerned that somehow I am completely psychologically disturbed (well she's not but that's the impression she gave off...)

And not to end on a downer, but today my father and grandfather hot wired a mobility scooter and everybody has been zooming around the yard on it. I have to say I had a go and felt like a complete prick, I don't know how the elderly navigate round the town in one without feeling completely demoralised.

Day 15: my oh-so-exciting life

I promise you today that this will be a horrendously short blog post. I woke up at about five o'clock this morning to some nice heavy music blasting from my headphones, this in itself didn't wake me up, but it was surprisingly welcoming at such an early point in the day...

After eventually falling asleep again till about ten o'clock, I went downstairs and had a cup of tea. For most people this is an entirely and usual thing to do, so much so most people do it with out even giving it a second thought, by which point they probably realise that they have a piece of cotton wool in their tea cups instead of a teabag, because they had run out and not realised what they were reaching for in their zombie-conscious state.
I must point out that I don't like tea. I find it really rather grim, but lately I find myself drinking it. I must have had at least three cups today.

My day from then on consisted of sitting around reading. You'll be glad to know I've finished the goddamned book and I'm on to the next goddamned one! George Orwells Nineteen Eighty Four, I think I'm at least 10 pages in already...

Day 14: Scaaaaaaaaaargh-borough

Was a good day today, despite the fact I was hardly engaging in physical activity I felt absolutely knackered. An early start at 8.30am meant I didn't have the usual two hours to spend on getting out of bed. Proceeding to the shower in a state of half consciousness, I got in, applied shampoo and then realised that there was no conditioner. Anybody with hair half as damaged as mine will realise how much of a horrific moment this was.

We then drove down to Scarborough, to spend a day on the beach, doing typical "beachy" things... On the way there I became thoroughly educated in how to use a cassette player, seeing as the car lacked modern music essentials.

It turned out to be quite a nice day in Scarborough, it didn't rain and there was minimal wind. The sun came and went throughout the day although it did happen to be predominantly sunny. Whilst indulging in a bit of sunbathing I continued to read the same book that I must of quoted at least three times already in past posts, so to save the repetetiveness of it just read my other posts. You should be glad to know that I've almost finished it, I find theres something really accomplishing in finishing a book. I don't know what it is, I just find that it happens to be. Besides reading I took a lot of pictures, well... a few anyway...

After taking my two Cousins on the donkeys, my beautiful, beloved aunty presented me with the question of "if you were a donkey, what would your name be?" after giving the question some hard, devoted and intense thought, I can't think of what or why she'd ask me such an odd and meaningless question, must be the strain of not consuming enough peas in her life time... (I must explain that this happens to be an inside joke as I know she will be reading this later, but to distract from confusion, she doesn't like peas...)

Day 13: From Blackburn to York...

Was an early start today seeing as I had a train to catch, although I'd only had about 4hours sleep. I was up for 7a.m and out the door for 8:15am. Then commenced the 40 minute car journey to Blackburn. Whilst sitting in the car, half asleep and weary, this foo fighters song came on. I couldn't get over how formulaic they have become, from creative riffs to the general drivel of modern lyrics that mean absolutely nothing to them or to any one...

When I got to the station after much anxiety over my dads reckless driving skills, I ended up with a return ticket instead of a single, whether they just charged me extra on purpose or whether it was actually cheaper to do so I'd love to know... The train was on time and the only thing I had to worry about was which seat to pick. Often when theres not many seats left on a train your left with no choice where to sit down, but when there are plenty of seats theres always the difficult decision of where to sit. Do you choose the one nearest to the door? The one next to that old man with the odd looking hat? Or the one next to the large family? Or possibly as far away as you can get from that?

Once I'd selected a seat, the train set off rolling through the hills of the North, by passing the grimy northern industrial towns in which is talked about in The road to Wigan pier, which happened to by most ironic seeing as thats what I was reading. The journey was quite a pleasant one, despite when looking out the window you were given the impression that an overgrown bush was about to slap you rather abruptly in the face. This was subsequently quite frightening when you had your face right next to the window. Makes you glad that such miracle things as window panes exist...

When two hours of glorious rail travel had passed, the train finally arrived at York. I was greeted by my Grandmother, Sister and Cousin, who had a slight bout of difficulty in finding the platform, but we got there in the end. To follow was a shopping expedition in a retail park, but ofcourse, before that could commence, one must visit the most divine and celubrious, Mcdonalds. Fortunately, I have to report that no numbers were given at tills, although there was balloons. Ones with smurfs on that were filled with helium. Being the crazy bitch I am, I couldn't possibly resist the temptation of inhaling it. This was quite possibly the funniest thing ever...

I never seem to stop going shopping, though I was quite pleased with myself on only managing to spend a grand total of £6.99 on a Foster the People CD. Was quite glad that I'd finally got it, they really are a decent band and have done quite well in the amount of publicity they had raised.

To add to the day becoming more packed in, I finally went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. It wasn't bad, but some how it felt a little too much like Saw... Voldemort was constantly making anouncements that somehow everyone could hear, You wanna play a game...

Day 12: Forever Trecking...

Today I was most definitely going to go through with my plans to go into town. So, getting up at around 10, I was out of the house for about 11:30 to go and meet my friend Shannen. For once, she had taken less time than me to get ready, and was promptly outside the train station for the organised time. 

When getting into Preston the search for hair dye came into place. Going from one shop to another, looking for this one brand of hair dye which we eventually found in the market. Then, immediately afterwards we ventured to the outskirts of the city which involved a 20 minute walk from the centre down what near enough could of been a motorway (It was most likely just an incredibly large and busy road) in sweltering heat conditions... All for 1litre of hydrogen peroxide and two packets of bleaching powder. 

To add to this, there was confusion in which route to take to get to the hair supplies stockist, so we found ourselves wandering aimlessly around a mine field of business blocks and roadworks. 40 minutes later we got back to town. Dehydrated and exhausted, we went down to Avenham park and chilled under a tree and just had a general catch up. 

When I got home, I had some packing to do... I'm going to York tomorrow till around Monday. I don't quite understand it when people get excited about packing, or even stress over such a laborious task... Hopefully I should have something more interesting to write about tomorrow... 

Day 11: Catching up... again...

Well today turned out better than I thought it might. Although I had originally decided to go town, I changed my mind due to the option of seeing my friend who I hadn't seen in a while. Again it took me around two or so hours make the decision to get out of bed. However I think I used the time productively, did some reading of George Orwell's The Road to Wigan Pier. Most people won't know who he is, or even what it is about, I don't suppose you care either, but I'll just say its an interesting look on the standard of living in the 1930's.

So after the chore of showering and getting dressed I stepped out of the house into craptown. I had put a jacket on because of the grey skies though it was misleading as it turned out to be absolutely roasting. Was all worth it to go meet up with my friend who I hadn't seen properly in lets say around a month or two.

He's one of these guys that can keep up a really decent conversation and always have something to say, also, when I buy 18p Value lemonade I have to get him to open it for me cause lets face it, my arm muscle is non-existential. We had a bit of a gossip (that sounds pretty gay tbh... he's not gay, but I suppose the mannerism is rather camp...) but it was refreshing to say the least.

He's the one in the green t-shirt...

After treading through craptown chatting about the most interesting shit we could think of, we exchanged goodbyes and headed off home. When I got in only my sister was there, so I chilled with her for a bit. Which was nice seeing as we hardly talk anymore. Decided to whip on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban which went down quite well with my sister, who on setting eyes upon a dementor immediately started to demonstrate her best impression of, well, lets just say a deranged weirdo...

Day 10: J'C'in in Blackpool...

Well today, when I woke up it took me at least two hours to get out of bed and actually put some clothes on... I'm starting to think that if I don't have things to do, I become frustrated and completely pessimistic. So whilst sat half asleep in bed waiting for a text off someone, the noise of the bin men came flooding through my windows. This was terribly disruptive and completely ruined my peace in the morning... And quite often if something agitates me in the morning I will be quite perfectly in a horrible mood all day. (In fairness, I shouldn't really complain about them, as they're just doing their job, but does it hurt to be a little quieter?)

After receiving no text or even inspiration to make plans for the day, me and my mother decided to make the brave journey into Blackpool... Personally, I dislike Blackpool, except for the abundance of shops, that I like... It always seems to be full of loud mouthed mothers, screaming children and general crap that has been dropped on the floor by passing tourists.

The reason we went into Blackpool was to go shopping... As that seems to be the only thing I ever do with my mother is go shopping. Despite the fact quite often we get on each others nerves and have completely different attitudes towards near enough everything, we managed to end up with a T-shirt, a dress and a Jumper all for around £20!

Sorry guys, no picture today D: