the last trip
Okay, yes, you can see the title two ways. and it fits both ways right now. I'm not going to get into that, but yeah. the first trip is the upcoming trip to Prague. And the last trip, yeah. No, I'm not going to get into that, as I said.
Prague is going to be my last holiday (if you can call it one, as the our programme is definately really packed) before my a-levels, before I am going to send everything to the uk, before everything important which is coming up in the next year. wow. this is how growing up feels, I guess.
My backpack isn't really packed. Or acutally it is, but I packed without any system so I shouldn't be surprised if everything is missing when I open it tomorrow again. Never mind. Ann is in Italy by now, I haven't heard anything from her, should I start getting worried? I don't know. As long as Will is coming next friday everything should be okay.
Last night was cool, fun, but also really depressing. Tina and I were the only singles, so sitting around couples wasn't the best thing to see, especially not in my situation.
I still have to do a to-do list for Prague. All the CDs I want to find there, and I definitely have to go the big club. It sounds awesome (three or four floors, the descriptions differ from each other), and really really cheap and, yeah, we have to go there. and I need to make out with some guy, I feel so lonely somehow.
Maybe I should really finish packing. And I want to finish the last chapter of the test book so I can start something new on my way back from Prague. Woho. Weird mood. And I have to fix the color on my new painted hoodie.
Dunoo whether I will write again before I will leave, if not, make love, not war!