On a journey
Well, actually not.
Just flying to Ibiza with my best friend.
Oh, have I ever mentioned my best friend in this journal here? No? Really?
*looks up* Hum, really. Weird.
So, our flight is in 14 hours. Yes, it's currently 12.41 PM. Yes, our flight is at an unholy morning hour (0400) and YES, instead of packing I'm writing in my blog. Am I approaching things wrong?
Fear not, I've got my mom to help me pack my things! (What, 19 and still needs her momma to pack her things?) NOOO, she's just helping me. I've already got half of it done but there is no more motivation. I hate packing, I hate unpacking. Maybe I should start a hate and like list and edit it whenever I remember or realize, that I like or hate something.
...back to our trip.
Actually we'd decided on Greece, somewhere like Creta because it's really been cheap these past few weeks (crisis, anyone) but before we could even book the flight and hotel the offer was suddenly gone ;_; Oh well, we deserved it; we were dilly-dallying and hanging around, wondering if we really should book it and BAM. Gone.
After that we found a good offer to Mallorca and...? We were faster this time (just needed a day to decide) and what happened? Yeah, it was gone, too. Maybe it was a warning of some kind? "Oh, you shouldn't fly to Mallorca or Creta because misfortune will await you there. In Ibiza you will get to know the most handsome guys and will experience a once-in-a-lifetime-event that you shouldn't miss!"
Or is it more like: "Oh, fly to Ibiza where you'll get raped and your life will change drastically. Mallorca and Creta are too good for you for there are the most godly creatures you do not deserve to even lay your eyes upon."
I think the latter one is possible. Nevertheless:
ahfasfashfashfahf, 14 hours left.
I'm pretty sure I'll forget something important or I'll suddenly fall down the stairs and break every bone in my body even though I haven't in my past 19 years. But it's not like it's the first time I'm flying to another country, right? Why would it suddenly happen now? Oh yes, because this is the first time only me and my best friend is going. No parents, no huge group of classmates, no family. Just us. omgfomgfomgfomgfg. I hope the hotel is nice and we'll get to see lots of lovely things.
My parents are of another opinion though:
"You'll probably be bored to death there, because you're more the basement type of kid. There's only the beach, parties, whatever."
I hope I won't be bored.
Well, enough of that pessimism.
The end.
(<-- Yeah, I don't have anything else to write when I can't write negative things ;_;) Poor me
PS: Why am I raging so much?
PPS: Why is my English so bad?
Just flying to Ibiza with my best friend.
Oh, have I ever mentioned my best friend in this journal here? No? Really?
*looks up* Hum, really. Weird.
So, our flight is in 14 hours. Yes, it's currently 12.41 PM. Yes, our flight is at an unholy morning hour (0400) and YES, instead of packing I'm writing in my blog. Am I approaching things wrong?
Fear not, I've got my mom to help me pack my things! (What, 19 and still needs her momma to pack her things?) NOOO, she's just helping me. I've already got half of it done but there is no more motivation. I hate packing, I hate unpacking. Maybe I should start a hate and like list and edit it whenever I remember or realize, that I like or hate something.
...back to our trip.
Actually we'd decided on Greece, somewhere like Creta because it's really been cheap these past few weeks (crisis, anyone) but before we could even book the flight and hotel the offer was suddenly gone ;_; Oh well, we deserved it; we were dilly-dallying and hanging around, wondering if we really should book it and BAM. Gone.
After that we found a good offer to Mallorca and...? We were faster this time (just needed a day to decide) and what happened? Yeah, it was gone, too. Maybe it was a warning of some kind? "Oh, you shouldn't fly to Mallorca or Creta because misfortune will await you there. In Ibiza you will get to know the most handsome guys and will experience a once-in-a-lifetime-event that you shouldn't miss!"
Or is it more like: "Oh, fly to Ibiza where you'll get raped and your life will change drastically. Mallorca and Creta are too good for you for there are the most godly creatures you do not deserve to even lay your eyes upon."
I think the latter one is possible. Nevertheless:
ahfasfashfashfahf, 14 hours left.
I'm pretty sure I'll forget something important or I'll suddenly fall down the stairs and break every bone in my body even though I haven't in my past 19 years. But it's not like it's the first time I'm flying to another country, right? Why would it suddenly happen now? Oh yes, because this is the first time only me and my best friend is going. No parents, no huge group of classmates, no family. Just us. omgfomgfomgfomgfg. I hope the hotel is nice and we'll get to see lots of lovely things.
My parents are of another opinion though:
"You'll probably be bored to death there, because you're more the basement type of kid. There's only the beach, parties, whatever."
I hope I won't be bored.
Well, enough of that pessimism.
The end.
(<-- Yeah, I don't have anything else to write when I can't write negative things ;_;) Poor me
PS: Why am I raging so much?
PPS: Why is my English so bad?