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.