Reached 1000 views today! May not be a huge amount but it is amazing for me! Thanks for reading and sorry I am so pathetic at updating.
-Random Girl xxx
Saturday, 2 January 2016
Welcome to 2016!
Oh look, I am back. Again, sorry for being life. But writing something eventually is what counts, right? As everyone knows, the new year has begun. And it is the best time to think about all the crappy and amazing things that happened in the past year and what is to come for the new year.
For my 2015, I started out depressed and bored. Fed up of being in pain from my surgery and not being able to go out anywhere, missing parties that all my friends were having. Instead I was stuck at home, basically begging anyone, to spend time with me. I was grumpy and whiny all the time so obviously my family had a good reason to keep away. And then of course, I started this blog by the end of January. Finally having someone to talk to, even if I didn't have someone talking to me, I could express my feelings to them. Then my year gradually improved, I had a great time with my friends, an awesome summer, passed all my exams, I could even walk, almost like a normal person. Then it kind of went down hill a little. My friends all left me behind to go to university, leaving me with the year below. A bunch of people I barely knew. And then it got better, I made some friends, went to parties, survived a car crash (don't know if that is considered good or bad) and so on. Life was pretty normal. Then the stupid drunken text incident happened. (Read about it in one of my posts if you want to know more.) We have all been there. Sending that one person a meaningless text that gets misread and then spread everywhere until before you know it everyone in the school hates you. Or at least that is what happened to me. And except for the occasional joke here and there, that has finally calmed down too. Then approaching the end of the year I begun to fight with my parents quite a bit. It is a long story that involves mum hating my best friends mum and not wanting me to hang out with my best friend anymore. Of course, I refused. But you don't need to know the whole story. (I mean if you want to I will tell you another time, just comment to let me know.) But that is better now. I went back to work. Finally. Met some great people, I am actually starting to really like work now. But that is probably because of a particular person if you know what I mean. *Insert winky face here*. Then of course, who doesn't love christmas and then the big finale. New Years Eve! And I had an amazing start to the new year. *Insert wink face here. Again.* And even made some new friends.
So yes, a very rollercoastery year. At least my lateness in posting was consistent! So what happens next year for 2016? Let's make a prediction. I am gonna write one thing for each month of what I think will happen, and this time next year I will go over that list and see how accurate my prediction skills are.
January- Boy Drama. Not sure of what kind. Friendship or other, but I reckon boys are gonna be stressing me out a lot this month.
February- Of course there is my 19th Birthday. But that isn't a prediction of course. And there is mock exams. Again, I already know that. Hopefully, I will have passed my driving test by then? Maybe. And hopefully pass my exams.
March- Something new will happen. A new hobby, a new friend, maybe even a relationship (though I doubt it.) Something will change, even if only temporarily.
April- Hopefully by then it will be sunny. Maybe I will start running? Haha. Yeah, right. I can always dream though. Right?
May- Exam time! One of two things will happen. I will either be way to stressed or way to calm. I am going to go with calm as my prediction. Stress will probably come in later.
June- Finishing off exams. Will be bittersweet. I will be excited to be done with school, but I know I will feel sad about leaving. I am quite a sentimental person. So a lot of goodbyes.
July- If I do manage to raise the money I need then I should be somewhere in the U.S by then. Yes, American readers, I am invading your country. You have been warned! And Canada too! Let's not forget about you guys. (If I have any Canadian readers, of course).
August- This will be the end of my travelling. I will probably be very stressed about exam results and getting into University. Then I will be busy preparing to leave and sad about leaving my parents. Probably involves a whole lot of crying.
September- University! And what comes with starting uni? FRESHERS WEEK! So basically I will be drunk most the time. Making friends and maybe a few who are more than that. You get me?
October- Homesickness. Maybe some sort of other drama in the mix. Boy drama. Friend drama. Family drama. Something along those lines.
November- Christmas is approaching! Lots of lights, got chocolates. Maybe someone, to cuddle up with to keep warm. Then again, probably not. That doesn't sound like me. But I could be a whole different person by then.
December- The end of the year. Of course there is the holidays. Will probably be working at the local pub. Just happy to see my old friends. So basically, happy. And who doesn't love the extra Christmas and New Years parties?
And there you have it. Last year and this one rolled into one. Hopefully, I will be a better blogger, but that probably isn't realistic. I hope you all have an amazing year. Also, making this list was quite funny for me, so maybe you should try it. Write it down somewhere and look at it next year and see how close you were.
- Random Girl xxxx
For my 2015, I started out depressed and bored. Fed up of being in pain from my surgery and not being able to go out anywhere, missing parties that all my friends were having. Instead I was stuck at home, basically begging anyone, to spend time with me. I was grumpy and whiny all the time so obviously my family had a good reason to keep away. And then of course, I started this blog by the end of January. Finally having someone to talk to, even if I didn't have someone talking to me, I could express my feelings to them. Then my year gradually improved, I had a great time with my friends, an awesome summer, passed all my exams, I could even walk, almost like a normal person. Then it kind of went down hill a little. My friends all left me behind to go to university, leaving me with the year below. A bunch of people I barely knew. And then it got better, I made some friends, went to parties, survived a car crash (don't know if that is considered good or bad) and so on. Life was pretty normal. Then the stupid drunken text incident happened. (Read about it in one of my posts if you want to know more.) We have all been there. Sending that one person a meaningless text that gets misread and then spread everywhere until before you know it everyone in the school hates you. Or at least that is what happened to me. And except for the occasional joke here and there, that has finally calmed down too. Then approaching the end of the year I begun to fight with my parents quite a bit. It is a long story that involves mum hating my best friends mum and not wanting me to hang out with my best friend anymore. Of course, I refused. But you don't need to know the whole story. (I mean if you want to I will tell you another time, just comment to let me know.) But that is better now. I went back to work. Finally. Met some great people, I am actually starting to really like work now. But that is probably because of a particular person if you know what I mean. *Insert winky face here*. Then of course, who doesn't love christmas and then the big finale. New Years Eve! And I had an amazing start to the new year. *Insert wink face here. Again.* And even made some new friends.
So yes, a very rollercoastery year. At least my lateness in posting was consistent! So what happens next year for 2016? Let's make a prediction. I am gonna write one thing for each month of what I think will happen, and this time next year I will go over that list and see how accurate my prediction skills are.
January- Boy Drama. Not sure of what kind. Friendship or other, but I reckon boys are gonna be stressing me out a lot this month.
February- Of course there is my 19th Birthday. But that isn't a prediction of course. And there is mock exams. Again, I already know that. Hopefully, I will have passed my driving test by then? Maybe. And hopefully pass my exams.
March- Something new will happen. A new hobby, a new friend, maybe even a relationship (though I doubt it.) Something will change, even if only temporarily.
April- Hopefully by then it will be sunny. Maybe I will start running? Haha. Yeah, right. I can always dream though. Right?
May- Exam time! One of two things will happen. I will either be way to stressed or way to calm. I am going to go with calm as my prediction. Stress will probably come in later.
June- Finishing off exams. Will be bittersweet. I will be excited to be done with school, but I know I will feel sad about leaving. I am quite a sentimental person. So a lot of goodbyes.
July- If I do manage to raise the money I need then I should be somewhere in the U.S by then. Yes, American readers, I am invading your country. You have been warned! And Canada too! Let's not forget about you guys. (If I have any Canadian readers, of course).
August- This will be the end of my travelling. I will probably be very stressed about exam results and getting into University. Then I will be busy preparing to leave and sad about leaving my parents. Probably involves a whole lot of crying.
September- University! And what comes with starting uni? FRESHERS WEEK! So basically I will be drunk most the time. Making friends and maybe a few who are more than that. You get me?
October- Homesickness. Maybe some sort of other drama in the mix. Boy drama. Friend drama. Family drama. Something along those lines.
November- Christmas is approaching! Lots of lights, got chocolates. Maybe someone, to cuddle up with to keep warm. Then again, probably not. That doesn't sound like me. But I could be a whole different person by then.
December- The end of the year. Of course there is the holidays. Will probably be working at the local pub. Just happy to see my old friends. So basically, happy. And who doesn't love the extra Christmas and New Years parties?
And there you have it. Last year and this one rolled into one. Hopefully, I will be a better blogger, but that probably isn't realistic. I hope you all have an amazing year. Also, making this list was quite funny for me, so maybe you should try it. Write it down somewhere and look at it next year and see how close you were.
- Random Girl xxxx
Friday, 25 December 2015
Merry Christmas!
Hello Everyone! Merry Christmas and a happy new year! I hope everyone has had a lovely day, filled with thoughtful presents, lots of family and yummy food! And with Christmas over there is a week until the year ends. Will try and update twice before new years but don't count on it. I am very busy with holiday parties and work. Also is it weird that my favourite present today was a map? It is of the East Coast of the U.S. where I should be travelling along this summer before (hopefully) going to University. I am pretty sure it is the first thing my dad has actually picked out for me in years, which I guess is why I love it so much. There isn't really much else to say.
Merry Christmas!
-Random Girl xx
Merry Christmas!
-Random Girl xx
Sunday, 6 December 2015
6 Months, 2 Weeks and 3 Days
So I have done a pretty poor job of blogging. I have had this blog for almost a year and you would think that by now I would know what I was going and what to write about. Well I don't. But that pretty much explains my life. I just pretend I know what I am doing until I hopefully figure it out. I just go along with everyones plans and tweak it here and there but I don't really make any of my own decisions. Like some sort of puppet. I have different people pulling my stings and telling me what to do, what to say, what to think. The only thing they don't control is what I say on here. By not allowing anyone to know I blog, it gives me the power and freedom to say how I feel without the strings tugging at my mind. I am free.
But shouldn't life always be like that? Why do I have to keep secrets and lie in order to be who I am without judgement? Well, I guess you guys are probably judging me but I don't know who you are and you don't know who I am so that doesn't bug me much. It is when the people I care about that judge me, and those people who hurt me.
My teachers see me as a girl who will probably fail. Again. And that I am just being over hopeful about the possibility of going to University. They just go along with this act because they are paid to. Not because they care about my accomplishments. They all have very low expectations of me which in turn gives me low expectations of myself. They don't believe that I will pass and I will do my best to prove them wrong. And myself. Just like I always try to do. And sometimes I do prove them wrong. But when I do I don't get the reaction I want. Even though they are surprised they just want me to do better. Because what I achieve will never be good enough.
Then there is my friends. I can easily split all my friends into two categories. The ones from school who I see all the time, talk to all the time, and think they know me when they don't. And the ones who are now gone. At a stage of their lives which I have not got to yet. The people I thought I didn't fit in with but strangely enough the longer we are apart the closer I feel to them. Like family. When they were here I never felt that way. I thought they were just my friends from school for the time being. But now they mean a lot more to me than that. I love them. They are family to me. And I don't tell many people I love them. In fact I never used the word until about a year ago. Sometimes I feel like they are the only people who accept me for who I am and let me be who I want to be. At school, my friends are always deciding things for me. And they have an image of what they think I am like and I end up becoming that. They think they know who I am and I just let them. What is the point in arguing with them if they won't ever believe me. They say I do things I haven't and feel things I don't. And that is the truth. Their truth. Not mine. But what is the difference really?
And of course there is the main two puppeteers of my life. My parents. And just like every teenager, I am going to whine about them to. They have expectations of me which I have not ever wanted to achieve. They have this perfect little image of me getting good grades, being talented, going to university, getting a good job and having a stable life and family. I don't want that. Not for a while at least. I want to see the world, discover new things, discover who I am. I don't mind if I don't exactly have a stable lifestyle and a lot of money. As long as I am happy. Because that is all I want. My parents order me around and guilt me into things which is how they control my actions and emotions.
I want to be myself. I want to be honest. I want to stand up for what I believe in. I want to have fun. I want to be proud of what I have accomplished without being put down for it. I want to see and discover everything. I want to know who I am. I want to live. Live a life that is my own. And I guess I will eventually. It will just take 6 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. And then I will be free.
But shouldn't life always be like that? Why do I have to keep secrets and lie in order to be who I am without judgement? Well, I guess you guys are probably judging me but I don't know who you are and you don't know who I am so that doesn't bug me much. It is when the people I care about that judge me, and those people who hurt me.
My teachers see me as a girl who will probably fail. Again. And that I am just being over hopeful about the possibility of going to University. They just go along with this act because they are paid to. Not because they care about my accomplishments. They all have very low expectations of me which in turn gives me low expectations of myself. They don't believe that I will pass and I will do my best to prove them wrong. And myself. Just like I always try to do. And sometimes I do prove them wrong. But when I do I don't get the reaction I want. Even though they are surprised they just want me to do better. Because what I achieve will never be good enough.
Then there is my friends. I can easily split all my friends into two categories. The ones from school who I see all the time, talk to all the time, and think they know me when they don't. And the ones who are now gone. At a stage of their lives which I have not got to yet. The people I thought I didn't fit in with but strangely enough the longer we are apart the closer I feel to them. Like family. When they were here I never felt that way. I thought they were just my friends from school for the time being. But now they mean a lot more to me than that. I love them. They are family to me. And I don't tell many people I love them. In fact I never used the word until about a year ago. Sometimes I feel like they are the only people who accept me for who I am and let me be who I want to be. At school, my friends are always deciding things for me. And they have an image of what they think I am like and I end up becoming that. They think they know who I am and I just let them. What is the point in arguing with them if they won't ever believe me. They say I do things I haven't and feel things I don't. And that is the truth. Their truth. Not mine. But what is the difference really?
And of course there is the main two puppeteers of my life. My parents. And just like every teenager, I am going to whine about them to. They have expectations of me which I have not ever wanted to achieve. They have this perfect little image of me getting good grades, being talented, going to university, getting a good job and having a stable life and family. I don't want that. Not for a while at least. I want to see the world, discover new things, discover who I am. I don't mind if I don't exactly have a stable lifestyle and a lot of money. As long as I am happy. Because that is all I want. My parents order me around and guilt me into things which is how they control my actions and emotions.
I want to be myself. I want to be honest. I want to stand up for what I believe in. I want to have fun. I want to be proud of what I have accomplished without being put down for it. I want to see and discover everything. I want to know who I am. I want to live. Live a life that is my own. And I guess I will eventually. It will just take 6 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. And then I will be free.
Wednesday, 18 November 2015
My New Best Friend Drama
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
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
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
Friday, 9 October 2015
Adapting
So here is a little update on my life lately. So I went to my first university open day the other day which was great. I really liked it there. I mean it was a bit stressful to walk around and have your parents hounding you to ask questions and so on but it was still good. Other than that, not much has been going on except trying to adapt to being in the year below, all my friends and classmates gone to move on with their lives whilst I spend time with people I had never spoken to until a year ago. Also trying to adapt to the fact that I have gone to hanging out with mostly girls to mostly boys which is different. And surprisingly comes with more drama than I was expecting.
For example, my friend and I are retaking last years economic exams and we are sitting in on a class in the year below to revise. So there is this girl called Sasha who is a year younger than my friend and two years younger than me. A new girl who is in our class and I thought she was nice but didn't really know her or anything. And then I end up leaving this class temporarily because they were studying a part that I found easy. But apparently in my absence this girl steals my seat next to my friend and basically becomes obsessed with him. Constantly talking about him with her friends and has now even moved to sit next to him when he goes to breakfast in the morning.
But now she gives me evil glares all the time. What the heck did I do? Seriously, if anyone has any suggestions then that would be great because I am clueless. This girl hates me now and I have only ever spoken to her once. So what if I am friends with the boy she likes? I was friends with him longer than she has even been to the school and I am not going to stop hanging out with one of the few good friends I have at this school just to please a stalker.
Then today, I have to go back to this class just for today to take a test. And I get there before her and take back my old seat (where I sit for my A2 Economics and sometimes my business studies class too, by the way) and am already laughing and chatting with my friend when she walks in. She is halfway to my seat when she realises I am sat in my old spot and she goes from smiling to glaring at me pretty quickly. So she turns around and goes back to her old seat and sends me evil looks throughout the lesson as I ignore her and take my test. Then me and my friend both finish very early and have to sit around for half an hour and end up secretly talking and making words on the calculator, causing her to glare at me even more. So by the time we were allowed to leave I was kind of relieved. I have to go back to that class regularly soon which is going to suck.
Other than that not much is going on. I have been writing a bit lately so feel free to check out my other blog or my Wattpad books.
So anyone else ever have this problem?
-Random Girl x
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