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Jun 08, 2006 14:42



too overworked (by my standards at least) to construct a coherently paragraphed entry that makes sense

I hate it when you eat a peach and the core breaks in half.
I love how grown women act like teenagers
I love seeing happy couples
I love this song
I am enjoying physics revision... although i don't know if you'd call it revision as i am not learning anything
I love the two cds david made me. sarah - you have a lot to live up to.
I want to see the cat returns at the cinema i found but then clever me forgot it.
I want to go to morocco now, but I want to drive not fly.

It seems easier to make friends with people on road trips, everyone is just nicer when there are less people around. the only people who are always hard to befriend are: the idiots (robbers, bastards etc.) and the rich who are up themselves. They always have to start fights over the quality of water they are washing their 20 ft caravan with and the parents always usher their kids away from anyone who's not equally as rich. I just laugh it off but you don't need to speak the language to recognise that other people in petrol stations and restaurants are affected by it.
I still remember the italian olympic youth long distance runner that i befriended and the couple who ran the hotel we stayed at when the car broke down in south france. owh i miss it all so much. but then again, that feeling of landing on a runway is also quite enjoyable and that time we got caught in a  sandstorm was quite entertaining, especially since the only passengers awake on the plane were me and a girl who was afraid of flying and consequently convinced that 'ohmygod, we're going to die.'

i just found out that the newest word (to come out in morocco/whichever city/group came out with it) instead of sick is hospital,not quite the same somehow. But then again translating jokes or slang really doesn't work. Cockroaches in moroccan are called oil stealers - When i was younger i was convinced they were a completely different bug that england doesn't have.

oh dear, i wrote a lot more than i intended to. pah, bangin
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