yes. definitely the worst day of my life ( Read more... )

off to dinner in a sec. a real dinner this time too, haha. should be absolutely scrumptious. and with the best company in the world! i haven't been dumb enough to put make-up on again, but i am determined that i will not cry. how appropriate is it that we spend our last night together in a curryhouse? yay.

it's not happening. i can't do it. i won't do it. i don't want to go.
they just made it 100x harder to leave them all. i love them to pieces, i really do. never had friends like it. am ridiculously emotional at the moment! it's beyond words. they're too lovely.

damn Brits, not having air conditioning. no wonder they're all terrified of heat. i think all my mates have now agreed they can't possibly ever visit me in Canada in summer, haha.
Sunday
had a lie-in, yayyy. around 1ish we headed to Doncaster. were picked up by Keith and Bill (Shanne's husband) at the station, and driven to Laughton. ohhh Laughton, ( Read more... )

yeah... so much for writing about Trusday, haha. can't be bothered now. it was a good last night though, overall. will definitely miss going out in York ( Read more... )

train booking. not just the pressure of making check-in, of having enough time to sit before departing. that's bad enough. do we wake up at 4am or 5am? will i be leaving York in the dark? how do i say goodbye to everybody? once i've checked in, what will we do? i won't be able to stop crying. the whole day, the whole day will be a wet mess. the ( Read more... )

...i looked for some laughter.
and i found it:
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god it's been awhile since i've heard Serbian. or had to deal with Serbs at all, haha. today is Novak's birthday though, so i've sent him a nice beastly email. shockingly enough, while Serbs seem impossible to avoid back in Canada, from what i can tell, they're few and far between in the UK. i haven't met one in the time i've been here. probably ( Read more... )

tell me. you tell me.
tell me how i'm supposed to do it.

predictably, Saturday & Sunday never came about in writing. they were really, really good though. Dad came by (delayed) train and i took him to his B&B, this cute Spanish tapas place. i can't describe what it was like to see him. eight months since i'd seen anyone from home, eight months. and there he was, talking, taking photos, drinking pints, ( Read more... )