End Of Holidays

Well, I think this has been the best summer holidays ever. And tomorrow, it's all over, and I'm back at school. I don't even mind. I'm doing nice subjects, I'm blonde, and I have some new jeans.

It does mean that I don't get to see Dave in the week so much though. Weekends are amazing though, I think we're going out this weekend for Darren's birthday. Went out last Saturday for Foldey's birthday as well, and soon its my 18th. At last, I will no longer get thrown out of pubs :).

This last 7 or so weeks have been mad fun. Pentrich festival, the house party, weed, pubs, camping, climbing, sea swimming, being in the Belper News (complete with spliff), Whitby, Jess' parties, and generally hanging out with my lovely lovely friends.

This is just a mushy fat lump of love and stuff, so I think I'll shut up and go do something useful. Like MySpace. Or playing Oblivion on the PS3 *geek love*

Paris

We left on Saturday 7th at midnight to get to Paris. I never learnt to speak French, but I figured I'd get by. And luckily Anne is doing A level French, so somebody knew what was going on. It was a school trip, so the hotel was scummy, but Paris itself? Gorgeous. And of course, we can get served alcohol. So we drank every night. I have gained some kind of fame for downing a glass of absinthe.

We went to 3 art galleries - Musee de Picasso, Musee d'Orsay, and le Orangerie. We could have gone to more, but our brains were totally full. Monet's Waterlillies are stunning. I didn't think I'd be impressed, I've never been that keen on Monet, but the paintings in real life, were amazing.
Although Anne and Jess are scared of heights, we queued for 2 hourse to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It really wasn't worth it, aside from the fact that now I can tell people that I've been up the Eiffel Tower.
We went to the Moulin Rouge as well. Not actually inside, that would be quite inappropriate for a school party, but we took our photos of the us in front of the famous red windmill.

I spent a ridiculous amount of money in Paris, mostly on cocktails and other alcohols. Being drunk will never stop being hilarious. Also, there is a collection of stupid quotes, and they were nearly all said by me. I never thought I was saying anything stupid, but practically everything I said ended up being amusing for one reason or another. Maybe I should be a comedian? Or not.

Some mad things happened in Paris. One guy got drunk and decided to climb between two third floor balconies. A teacher happened to be walking in the street below at the time, so he got into a spot of bother.
Then there was the couples saga. At least 4 couples were on the trip, and some ingenious room-swapping led to them all sharing. Then, somebody grassed them up to the teachers. They were not best pleased.

The men in Paris are generally ugly, and they also seem very, errr... forward. They look you up and down, blatantly, as though you were just meat, and some even say 'Ooh la la'. I thought that was just a stereotype. Some really awful guys tried to chat us up, but luckily we all know the French for no. Sadly, we didn't know how to say 'Fuck off, you prick'.

Another amazing note, to add to the joyful Parisian joy, is that, despite eating croissant, bread, jam and orange juice for breakfast, and then eating out for lunch and dinner, and drinking a lot, I didn't put on any weight. It is a true miracle. Or maybe the miles of walking helped. We only got to use the Metro in the last two days. But the Metro is really good. Paris is better than London.

Grandad

We went to my Grandma’s for Easter. My Grandad has been moved from hospital to a nursing home. He's paralysed, can't speak much and we don't even know if he still has his mind intact. The home is a lot better than the hospital, it's run by BUPA and it has gardens with fountains, and budgies, and a parakeet called Hector who likes to eat my fingernails. Not sure if Grandad is ok. I was so shocked to see how frail he is, the muscles in his legs wasted away. I know he can't be happy. He still enjoyed his Easter egg though! But God, I hope I die quickly before I get old.

Waking in the Forest

We kind of slept, shivered, and woke up at random points through the night. I felt squished in the tent, and my sleeping bag was very constricting. I hate not being able to move my arms. We awoke later that morning to the sound of a woodpecker, the dawn chorus, and the realisation that it was way too early to be awake. Luckily, I had no hangover. Fabian, being clever, drank a can of Red Bull and then decided to go back to sleep. Or at least, he tried. We judged it a failure, and worked up the energy to get out of the tent into a cold morning. Fabian and Eddy restarted the fire from last night's embers. There was a Grolsch can which had appeared overnight in our empty can pile, and an exploded deoderant can. Nobody had any Grolsch. We concluded that the Blair Witch had come by in the night, blown up the can, and had some Grolsh just to chill out.
Breakfast was scotch pancakes. So good. Why don't I eat them more often? And we had some marshmallows, digestive biscuits, Haribo, stream water and cider. Good eating, huh. Next time, we agreed we would need more water and some tea. I spent a long time by the fire being too cold. They did good with the fire, constructing a saucepan holder from sticks to boil water.
The owner of the woods came down. The Lord of the Forest himself. All old and outdoorsy looking, he asked us whether we had permission to camp in the woods. Errr. He didn't seem annoyed. Must have been impressed by the quality fire, or intimidated by the huge knife Fabi was holding at that time.
We left the campsite clean, and walked down to the road, via the lake where everyone but me paddled. It was too damn cold for that! Dad gave us all a lift home. A good time had been had by all.

Camping in the Forest

Wow. Last night was ultra funny. Me, my brother, Fabian, Eddy, Shane and Jesus went camping in the woods. We met in town, and at first everything seemed like total shit. No one would buy us alcohol, and a certain little **** ripped us off (taking forty quid of my bro's money) so we had no weed. Luckily, once we got on the bus, everything got better. A little off licence in the village near where we were camping served me and Fabian, so we got a crate of beer, 3 bottles of wine, and a bottle of cider. I already had a bottle of Lambrini, and Fabian had something a lot funnier - poppers!
We walked for miles up a huge hill to get to the camping area. It was worth it though. It is in the most beautiful place, with flat ground and a massive fire pit area. We got out the amazing pop-up tent. I tell you, it is the best invention. You take it out of the bag, undo some elastic, and BOING! You have a tent, and you just have to peg it down. Fabian and Eddy made a great fire for us. We all helped, but they have the skills. In fact, everyone has great skills. Shane started whittling a wooden stake as soon as we got there. She wanted to be safe against vampires. Marshmallows were toasted, quorn sausages were grilled, and I made some Alphabetti Spaghetti, because I rock.
Then the drinking began. The guys hate Lambrini, so the girls - Shane, Jesus and Moi - had the bottle to ourselves. I think I had the most, Shane close behind, and Jesus didn't drink much. Everyone else had Carling too, but I can't be arsed with beer. It has too big a volume, I can only drink one can and then I'm full up, but not drunk. Eddy didn't drink, because there was nothing he liked. Apparently he's a whisky man. For a while he looked sad and lonely, but soon we were all happy. Jesus was not really affected by alcohol, she says she's immune to it, but she didn't drink a ridiculous amount. I feel sorry for anyone who is immune to the magical powers of booze. We also had poppers. I'd never had it before, so I was very curious. You just sniff, and then your head goes schwoosch and your eyes go funny, and you feel warm and everything is hilarious for a minute. It's legal too.
We played spin the bottle, I think we all got off with each other except for me and my bro, because that would be sick and wrong and gross. It got quite mad. Me and Shane drank beer off Fabian, I got off with Eddy way too much, and I *think* that I licked Fabian. Only a little lick, mind, nothing bad. My memory gets a little disjointed. I spent some time puking up, lying in brambles, and lying on the ground because Brother floored me, the little tit. Actually, he's taller than me now. It is a traumatic turning point when your younger sibling finally becomes taller than you.
Oh, my God, one thing I remember: I cut Fabian! We all had knives, and were daring each other to cut the other person. I, being 1. Drunk and 2. A bit kinky, had no problem with it. But the others were a bit freaked out. And I really don't know how many times I got called an emo because of the cutting and my scars. Eddy said I was fit though, and I think Fabian did too, which made me feel awesome. See, I'm easily pleased.
Eventually five of us all ended up in a three person tent, freezing our asses off. Jesus went home as she didn't feel good or happy. Me and Fabian could not sleep. Shane and my brother slept a lot, and Eddy tired to be hard and do without a sleeping bag. It was one of those nights where you are never sure if you are going to wake or sleep the next moment. Fabian felt me shivering so hugged up to me to keep warm (I'll pretend I didn't enjoy it).
In the middle of the night there was a gunshot bang. Maybe, I suggested, it could be someone with a gun. Coming to shoot us. I like reassuring people. And a lot of our conversations had turned to the Blair Witch. Eventually Fabian threatened to knife us if we carried on being scary.