hating.

The most uncool thing has happened. I finally get one of my bestest friends back after a STUPID amount of time that we have been apart. I am distraught and i didn't really think i would ever react in this way. The past two months have just been like...as good as high school in Year 11 but minus the shitty school part and plus the free time to do more extra curricular activities:

We went to The Farm with charlie, helen and charlie lewis. It was possibly traumatising with sheep being passed off as lambs that literally STAMPEDED TOWARDS US while we held what once looked like huge bottles for tiny little lambs to suck on, and ended up feeling like useless weapons for use against HUNGRY RABIES RIDDEN MONSTERS. and a see-saw that really hurt your vagina (charlie lewis didn't experience this...he didn't sit on the see-saw.) 

We saw Beyonce's film 'Obsessed'. i say we saw 'Beyonce's film' when really her input was a maaaad headbut and 'you think im crazy? I'll show you crazy...try me BITCH'. It was literally one of the best films i've ever seen...molly's a film snob and said it was rubbish but clearly she will buy it on amazon and never tell anyone. Admit it.

We booked a holiday to Paris and onto Venice which i keep trying to pass off as 'travelling' to make my gap year feel more fulfilled. In reality, it's DisneyLand Paris and smoking coloured cigarettes. There will definitely be an update of how this went, but considering it's the last few weeks i get until we become 'distant best friends' again, i am hoping it will feel every bit as fulfilling as the travelling i never did, probably should have done, and will never be bothered to do! 

While booking this holiday, we had massive issues with miscalculating prices. So eventually we were so in need of a place to stay that we just booked this looovely looking hostel, with a disgusting website, ripped curtains, three stupid little ducks in a fucking stupid little shitty logo. Yes. We had a place to stay. Thank God, you would think. Upon looking at reviews, POST booking, 'this is a dreadful place', 'i would rather die then come here again', 'do not stay here'. Molly also found out that some girl came home to find a man in her bed, and someone's umbrella got stolen. She kept this information from me though, because she knew i would run for the hills and probably never resurface if she made me stay there. We booked another place, which then cancelled and i had a mental breakdown, and finally settled with a place that seems a little too good and too cheap to have a buffet breakfast included and our own kitchenette. Still, i may stand corrected. I am petrified. 

And don't even get me started on Venice, the whole thing? Way too easy. Double petrified.

What else did we do. Um. Oh, we went to town basically EVERY SINGLE DAY and ate waffles and pick and mix and bought iPhones and made friends with this brilliant girl called Lianne from Carphone Warehouse.  I still talk about her and introduce people to her as i walk past Carphone Warehouse, i hope she hasn't noticed because i think she has no idea who i am. 

We ate noodles twice, which was lovely. We're noodle people now. And stalked the boy who works there because we both knew we knew him from a loooong time ago, facebook searched while we were eating and i left him a cheeky little wall post, which he in turn LOVED so i feel less creepy now.

Watched the Big Brother opening night (with black charlie bevan), watched Spider, Hercules, Ladette to Lady and a program called 'transvestite wives' while lying in bed with charlie. They both fell in love with my brother and called me the 'average joe' and the uglier sibling (in not so many words but essentially, this was the meaning. fuckers.)

We went shopping and had millions of awkward situations (mostly brought on by me, as is all drama and everything i worry about..self inflicted as always), and introduced her to my work friends and generally just watched her spend stupid amounts of money. And she bought a vest that LITERALLY has me on the front, it's creeeepy. There will be photographic evidence of this one day.

We went to Langely park with Helen, Christie, Emilie and Rachael, and she was not down with climbing up a wall to get to the part of the park that didn't look like an African plain, and so she let some little kids lead her some long way. They then proceeded to talk to us NON stop and christie told them there was a murderer in the woods, to which i blurted 'he killed my sister', and the kids really wouldnt leave us alone after that, saying i was lying and laughing at me. I whacked out the melodrama and started crying and then christie and i acted out a scene where she went missing and i cried in the shade screaming for her.. 'my other sisters been taken!'.  They finally left but only because their fat single mum on the other side (the African plain looking side, obviously.) called them over.

Some Susan Boyle lookalike walked past too, and asked us how our exams and our break from school was going. Not. Happy.

We tried to get her photo's developed from her lomo camera, (i still wanna see the outcome bitch) and met the most intimidatingly friendly eyebrow pierced woman in sainsburys;

molly: she was surprisingly nice!

sarah: she was, considering she has 'BITCH GIRL' tattooed on her wrist

i kid you not, BITCH GIRL in capitals. that is a mistake. a big. irreversible. mistake. 

We got stupidly obsessed with The Sims 3. It stopped us from eating, sleeping and showering. Best days of our lives.

Man we did loads of other things but i can't for the life of me remember them all. It's been such a good 2 months. I don't even know what i'm going to do without her..i finally felt like i had a different level here at home and had a different kind of outlet, and it's just going away all over again.

It's an amazing opportunity for her though, and i really really just want her to be the best that she can be. She has done so brilliantly in these past few years. I am going to hate life but be so proud. 

I also feel like, because we've stayed such good friends despite everything, we will always be friends. And going to visit her lots and spend lots of time in New York could potentially be so awesome. Gah.

Okay i know she probably hates me and i've cringed her out massively but i won't be able to say all that in life because i tend to be socially inept in matters of importance. and no matter how awful it all sounded i do mean it.  But.

The worst part of all of this..is that we never got to go to the monkey sanctuary.

Love you Moll xxx