I'm back from the Baltic Sea, from the boring Baltic Sea without real tides and no tide land. Boooring... Anyway, the sea itself, the water, the waves, they were beautiful and and I enjoyed every minute I spent at the beach, bathing my feet and feeling the gravel beneath my feet. I took a lot of boring pictures (Water and waves. And another one and what's that? A wave? Yes!) and wrote a lot. I filled more pages of my diary in one week than I do in a whole month generally. I read a lot as well: Where rainbows end by Cecilia Ahern and Drachenfluch by Jainoh and Pandorah. Have to tell you about these someday soon. Loved both.
However, being with my grandparents was exhausting as hell. On Sunday, I phoned my Mum and told her I'd take the train back the next day. Well, I didn't but it was close, I tell you. When I'm on holiday I don't want to spend the day driving around in the and look at all these pretty little houses - I want to sit down and relax. Sit down in the car, drive away, get out, look around, get in the car again; that's not my vision of a perfect holiday. It's not like I don't appreciate lovely landscape and such but my grandparents are so hectic. Look here, look there! Look, look! Gah.
Anyway, I'm back and absolutely so! You've been warned, only approach with caution because: November is drawing near (you're lucky I know how to behave or you'd see only CAPITAL LETTERS and lots of !!!!!!!!!!!!!! here)!
The novelling November! My Mum says, "I'm glad you're not here then, because your whining was insufferable last year..." Pff. Come on, dance with me! It'll be grand!
*swirls everybody around*