Hey peeps :)
So yes, as you may or may not have gathered (if not, you're truly a dumb-dumb) then I have returned to the strangely overcast United Kingdom. Man, I wish I was back in Spain. Swimming pools everywhere, sun was always out, lovely beach (when there weren't tidal waves), and whatsmore, the resort was one of the most well-kept i've ever been to.
Then again, it was also THE most existant I've ever been to.
Anyway, me and the Kerrs went, and all returned alive without any serious bruising or lost passports or baggage. That's good in itself. And, beside when there was sibling-rivalry, it was nice and quiet as well. All-in-all, it was a highly enjoyable experience. Best part? Hitting a pool ball somehow into the neighbouring swimming pool. THAT WAS AWESOME! Worst part? the 4am flight home. It's horrible when you're sleeping, and all of a sudden you have a bright red light shining in your eyes from a window about six rows in front of you. Whatsmore, when you ask them to roll down the blinds, they reply, "Que?", and end up walking back to your seat in a fatigued rage.
Apparently, it was the best week to go to Spain. There were lots of happy people there, no thuggish Liverpudlian chavs... temperatures in their thirties... no rain... t'was gorgeous. *puts on childish voice* I would give it ten out of ten because it was good.
*ends childish voice*.
But nothing major's changed, really. No Spanish senoritas, no sunburn, no sombrero, no other "S" words come to mind...
Anyway, sorry for incomplete blog. I have to go. Been kinda busy watching "Super Special Dog" on Youtube. Don't worry, it doesn't make fun of the mentally disabled. It's just a cartoon dog in funny clothes who's seriously stupid.
Chow. Jimbob xxxxxx
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