Hello peeps! I dunno why I said that. That sounded weird. Anyway, today I am going to tell you all about the person who has caused the biggest amount of drama in my life. My best friend. Or at least very good friend. Due to me wanting to be all mysterious and basically refuse to give you too much info on who I am and where I live, I am going to give him a fake name. So let's call him Dave. And let's call our other friend Matt. This way it sounds more like a made up story instead of the truth. So no, these are not there real names.
So if you are a regular reader then you would know that I am repeating the year so I had to make new friends. I quickly became friends with Dave and Matt. The three of us were in almost every class together so naturally we talked a lot. I especially became good friends with Dave and we were in every class together. So it didn't take long for rumours to form about us being a couple. Rumours didn't affect me much as I was used to them in the past. It did affect him more than me. I guess it just didn't bug me cause I knew the truth. I had no feelings for him beyond friendship. And I was perfectly fine with that.
Then Matt had a party. Where everyone got a little drunk and yes, me and Dave got a bit cuddly but nothing happened beyond that. I was just a natural flirt when I drink. Okay, that is a lie. I am a flirt when I am sober too. But that isn't the point. So that was in half term. About a month ago. And straight after that I went to Israel. At the airport I get a message from a mutual friend asking me what happened at the party which confused me. Apparently in my two day absence more rumours had spread saying that I had slept with Dave. Which didn't happen. We didn't even kiss. Nothing. Of course no one believed me except for my really good friends.
But Dave didn't do anything to help the situation. He didn't deny anything and make jokes that to most people who didn't realise thought it was the truth. I also admitted to Matt that I nearly got with someone at a wedding in Israel and he told Dave who told me not to tell anyone. Which is weird I know.
Life continues as normal until Saturday night when me and my friend go out with some other friends. Long story short, I get super drunk and send a stupid message to Dave about sort of cheating on him or something. This was reference to an inside joke that he made when we talk to other people we are cheating even though we are not together. I don't remember the exact message. In fact I don't remember sending anything at all. And it was on Snapchat so I can't read back. He ignored me for three days. Longest we have ever gone without talking. I didn't understand why he was mad until my friend told me today. She told me what I had said to him (according to him), and realised that I had jokingly said I cheated on him or something. Anyway he reacted badly and now he hates my guts. In fact he is completely livid.
I still don't fully understand why though. I mean, I know it was a pretty shitty thing to say but I was incredibly drunk. I don't even remember saying it. I am surprised that I even managed to form proper sentences.And even if I had got with someone else, its not like I am actually cheating. I am single and allowed to hook up with whoever I want. He doesn't have the right to be mad.
Then Matt tells me that Dave told him everything including that I got with Dave at the party. To which I respond by saying that he was lying. Why would he tell him that when nothing happened? so yeah, I am a little mad at him for that as well as for overreacting to this whole stupid drunken message.
Right now he is still ignoring me and it looks like he will refuse to talk to me for a while.
So what should I do?
-Random Girl xx
Wednesday 18 November 2015
Thursday 12 November 2015
Israel Holidays
Hey everyone! It has been a long time. Sorry, I know. I am a bad person who makes false promises. Anyway, today I am going to tell you about my trip to Israel! Which was awesome by the way. We went to my cousins wedding.
Day 1 and 2-
We spent the first day travelling up country (because everywhere from where I live is up country. Hint for any stalkers out there as to where I live), and stayed with some old friends for the night. It was pretty uneventful except for seeing some old friends which was night. The next morning we go to the airport where we have to go through security which was a stranger than normal experience. The security women person asked as really random weird questions to prove that we were in fact a regular family and not a terrorist or something. (which I am not, by the way in case you hadn't figured that out from reading my blog). After all that we go on our flight where there is a huge thunderstorm so I was pretty convinced that the plane was going to be struck by lightning or something and crash into the med. We then arrive and I get too see my aunt and uncle for the first time in nearly ten years which was nice. The only issue was when I realised that there was going to be ten of us squished into a very small apartment. This means there was my aunt and uncle (from Colombia) in one room, my other aunt and uncle (from Israel. Parents of the cousin who is getting married) in a small spare room and my parents in my cousins room (my cousin Laura, who is the sister of the one getting married, Juan). This left me, my brother, Laura and Juan all in the living room for the next week. So yeah it was a bit cramped.
Day 3-
Nothing much happened on this day except my cousin Laura coming home from the army base. Everyone at a certain age in Israel have to join the army for two years if the are a citizen. I also went on a supermarket trip with my aunt which was quite challenging when the writing is not only in another language but the letters are different too. I mean I thought it was hard to distinguish between the different types of herbs but trying to find the sour cream was an impossible task. Not to mention everything is also kosher which made things complicated. That night I also realised how much similar the rest of my Colombian family is to my mother and me too. They are all crazy. No. We are all crazy. We all grabbed silly hats which were for the wedding and played music and started singing random songs till the late hours of the morning when the neighbours came over to complain. Whoops.
Day 4 and 5-
For those of you who don't know, from Friday to Saturday night, it is shabbat in Israel which means almost everything is closed and everyone tends to stay at home and follow some religious tradition which I think involves using no power. So we had all decided to leave my aunt and uncle at the apartment and drive down with the rest of my relatives to the Dead Sea. It only took two hours to cross the country and I even saw a camel on the way down. Soon we reached signs of the different depths, watching the number go lower and lower until we reached the negatives and beyond. By the time we got to the bottom of what looked like Mars, it was already getting dark but that didn't stop us from quickly changing and running to the salty ocean which stung like hell in particular areas if you know what I mean. It was one of the strangest experiences of my fairly short life so far as the water forces your body to float. Basically you would have to be pretty stupid to drown. After that and spending some time in the spa in the hotel, where we would be staying the night, and went to get ready for dinner. Dinner was a big buffet of interesting and mysterious food. I couldn't tell you what I ate because I don't have a clue but it was all very good. Not long after, my cousin Laura went to bed early in the room we were sharing because she was getting a cold. And of course, me being me, I ended up getting allergies and sneezing along with her all night. We stayed up all night watching weird and random shows where everyone ends up getting brutally murdered no matter what show we were watching. The next day we hung out, sunbathed, swam and then headed back to my uncles apartment after a stop in Jerusalem where we waited an hour for Shabbat to finish so that the restaurants open and we could get dinner.
Day 6-
The day of the wedding was a little crazy. We went to go and help set up and I had to climb nearly ten feet up a tree to put up balloons. Then we went back, got ready and before I knew it the wedding had started. I quickly discovered that the ceremony wouldn't start for another two hours so the only solution was to drink in the meantime. I met my cousins friends who were all a little bit older than me and from different countries so there was a bit of a language barrier problem. But that was quickly solved with more alcohol! The rest of the night we danced and drank and had an amazing time with my family. I was honestly sad to leave at 2am, still ready for the party to continue. Therefore, I suggested we go the beach near the apartment. So me, my cousin Laura and two other guys all go to the beach at nearly 3am where I attempt to sober up a bit. After we returned to the apartment the night was sadly over.
Day 7 and 8-
Unfortunately, the day after the wedding we had to go home. So whilst mum was nursing her hangover, we all quickly packed and said goodbye to out family. We flew back over to the UK and went back to the friend's house, where we stayed before. Then the next day was the long drive down to where I live.
So there is what happened on my short holiday to Israel. I should hopefully be posting about the other drama going on right now soon but not making promises this time!
-Random Girl xx
Day 1 and 2-
We spent the first day travelling up country (because everywhere from where I live is up country. Hint for any stalkers out there as to where I live), and stayed with some old friends for the night. It was pretty uneventful except for seeing some old friends which was night. The next morning we go to the airport where we have to go through security which was a stranger than normal experience. The security women person asked as really random weird questions to prove that we were in fact a regular family and not a terrorist or something. (which I am not, by the way in case you hadn't figured that out from reading my blog). After all that we go on our flight where there is a huge thunderstorm so I was pretty convinced that the plane was going to be struck by lightning or something and crash into the med. We then arrive and I get too see my aunt and uncle for the first time in nearly ten years which was nice. The only issue was when I realised that there was going to be ten of us squished into a very small apartment. This means there was my aunt and uncle (from Colombia) in one room, my other aunt and uncle (from Israel. Parents of the cousin who is getting married) in a small spare room and my parents in my cousins room (my cousin Laura, who is the sister of the one getting married, Juan). This left me, my brother, Laura and Juan all in the living room for the next week. So yeah it was a bit cramped.
Day 3-
Nothing much happened on this day except my cousin Laura coming home from the army base. Everyone at a certain age in Israel have to join the army for two years if the are a citizen. I also went on a supermarket trip with my aunt which was quite challenging when the writing is not only in another language but the letters are different too. I mean I thought it was hard to distinguish between the different types of herbs but trying to find the sour cream was an impossible task. Not to mention everything is also kosher which made things complicated. That night I also realised how much similar the rest of my Colombian family is to my mother and me too. They are all crazy. No. We are all crazy. We all grabbed silly hats which were for the wedding and played music and started singing random songs till the late hours of the morning when the neighbours came over to complain. Whoops.
Day 4 and 5-
For those of you who don't know, from Friday to Saturday night, it is shabbat in Israel which means almost everything is closed and everyone tends to stay at home and follow some religious tradition which I think involves using no power. So we had all decided to leave my aunt and uncle at the apartment and drive down with the rest of my relatives to the Dead Sea. It only took two hours to cross the country and I even saw a camel on the way down. Soon we reached signs of the different depths, watching the number go lower and lower until we reached the negatives and beyond. By the time we got to the bottom of what looked like Mars, it was already getting dark but that didn't stop us from quickly changing and running to the salty ocean which stung like hell in particular areas if you know what I mean. It was one of the strangest experiences of my fairly short life so far as the water forces your body to float. Basically you would have to be pretty stupid to drown. After that and spending some time in the spa in the hotel, where we would be staying the night, and went to get ready for dinner. Dinner was a big buffet of interesting and mysterious food. I couldn't tell you what I ate because I don't have a clue but it was all very good. Not long after, my cousin Laura went to bed early in the room we were sharing because she was getting a cold. And of course, me being me, I ended up getting allergies and sneezing along with her all night. We stayed up all night watching weird and random shows where everyone ends up getting brutally murdered no matter what show we were watching. The next day we hung out, sunbathed, swam and then headed back to my uncles apartment after a stop in Jerusalem where we waited an hour for Shabbat to finish so that the restaurants open and we could get dinner.
Day 6-
The day of the wedding was a little crazy. We went to go and help set up and I had to climb nearly ten feet up a tree to put up balloons. Then we went back, got ready and before I knew it the wedding had started. I quickly discovered that the ceremony wouldn't start for another two hours so the only solution was to drink in the meantime. I met my cousins friends who were all a little bit older than me and from different countries so there was a bit of a language barrier problem. But that was quickly solved with more alcohol! The rest of the night we danced and drank and had an amazing time with my family. I was honestly sad to leave at 2am, still ready for the party to continue. Therefore, I suggested we go the beach near the apartment. So me, my cousin Laura and two other guys all go to the beach at nearly 3am where I attempt to sober up a bit. After we returned to the apartment the night was sadly over.
Day 7 and 8-
Unfortunately, the day after the wedding we had to go home. So whilst mum was nursing her hangover, we all quickly packed and said goodbye to out family. We flew back over to the UK and went back to the friend's house, where we stayed before. Then the next day was the long drive down to where I live.
So there is what happened on my short holiday to Israel. I should hopefully be posting about the other drama going on right now soon but not making promises this time!
-Random Girl xx
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