So, hello readers- if you're still there.
Summer is here! Finally. It always feels like we spend the whole academic year longing for summer to arrive, and now, here we are.
My last uni exam was on 20th May, and I'm on summer hols until the end of September, which is a ridiculously long time.. what am I meant to do now? It kind of always feels like an anti-climax; you go from being crushed under mountains of work and revision and the stress of exams and then WHAM suddenly you're released back into the world with absolutely no work to do.
I think it's strange how summer is regarded as the best time of year, but for me it's just a limbo, a gap..
I mean sure, there's the weather (ha) and it is really nice going away on holiday and exploring new places and meeting new people and being WARM for a change, but the majority of it is just not very exciting. Apart from the boredom, what I really don't like about summer is not seeing friends every day, like you do at school/college/uni. Everyone seems to go their separate ways until September.. it's peculiar!
So with all this time and not much to fill it with, I decided to make a to-do list (though admittedly, this was mainly because I just like writing lists..) but anyway here are ma optionz:
1. find something to make out of the 1,500+ foil milk bottle tops I collected
2. do some reading in preparation for my 2nd year of uni *whimper*
3. make gothic-y candle holders out of pretty, old wine bottles
4. make fridge magnets out of beer bottle tops (there seems to be a bottle theme here..)
5. SELL THEM ON EBAY
6. learn new songs on my cajon
7. discover new music
8. do other stuff
Haha reading this post back, it seems quite gloomy and not summer-y at all.. sorry about that! Maybe I'll do a happier post about Summer next week.. WHO KNOWS EH
over and out.
Monday, 24 June 2013
Monday, 14 January 2013
Snow.
Seeing as it's snowing outside right now and everyone has been going bonkers on facebook/twitter over the snow, I thought it would be rather apt to write this blogpost about snow!
What I like about snow is that it makes everyone happy yaaaaaay :-) Sounds lame, but everyone gets excited when it snows. It always seems to be that no matter how much or how little it's snowing, everyone always gets their hopes up that there won't be any school/work/college/uni/other dull commitment the next day!
Obviously, the most pointless thing is snow that doesn't settle. You get wet and cold and there's nothing exciting at the end of it! Truly heartbreaking.
Rain after heavy snow makes me sad too, just think of all the time and effort the precious snow put in to settle and build up, and then the selfish rain comes and mushes it all up! Sad times.
However, when it snows good, it snows goooood.
Everything looks pretty when it's covered in snow, even pylons and terraced houses. The almost-luminous white blanket makes everything look new and clean and friendly. Snow is really weird when you think about it; it sticks to everything and turns it a different colour. It's just a lot of STUFF all over the place.
One of the many perks of snow is that one can wear wellies without looking weird. Wellies are the best and funnest type of shoe. Mine are black and sparkly so they're mega groovy, ohhh yeeeeeah. I would wear my wellies all the time if if were socially acceptable, but it's not. So I don't.
Out of the typical snow activites (snowball fights, making snow angels and tobogganing) I'd say it's between snowball fights and toboganning. Toboganning is really fun down my road at home, as it's really steep so you hurtle down and get a thrill out of the fact you could die if a car comes round the corner and squashes you at the bottom. But then there's always the trudge back up the hill, which aint fun baby. Hence it would appear that snowball fights win! I am actually a very sneaky person, so I like channelling my sneakiness through creeping up on people and chucking snow at them/shoving it down their coat- muahahaha.. Also as a war studies student I feel it is my duty to take the art of snow warfare seriously.
So now as the snow outside is becoming more like sleet, imma go back to watching Miranda on BBC iPlayer.
SEE YA.
What I like about snow is that it makes everyone happy yaaaaaay :-) Sounds lame, but everyone gets excited when it snows. It always seems to be that no matter how much or how little it's snowing, everyone always gets their hopes up that there won't be any school/work/college/uni/other dull commitment the next day!
Obviously, the most pointless thing is snow that doesn't settle. You get wet and cold and there's nothing exciting at the end of it! Truly heartbreaking.
Rain after heavy snow makes me sad too, just think of all the time and effort the precious snow put in to settle and build up, and then the selfish rain comes and mushes it all up! Sad times.
However, when it snows good, it snows goooood.
Everything looks pretty when it's covered in snow, even pylons and terraced houses. The almost-luminous white blanket makes everything look new and clean and friendly. Snow is really weird when you think about it; it sticks to everything and turns it a different colour. It's just a lot of STUFF all over the place.
One of the many perks of snow is that one can wear wellies without looking weird. Wellies are the best and funnest type of shoe. Mine are black and sparkly so they're mega groovy, ohhh yeeeeeah. I would wear my wellies all the time if if were socially acceptable, but it's not. So I don't.
Out of the typical snow activites (snowball fights, making snow angels and tobogganing) I'd say it's between snowball fights and toboganning. Toboganning is really fun down my road at home, as it's really steep so you hurtle down and get a thrill out of the fact you could die if a car comes round the corner and squashes you at the bottom. But then there's always the trudge back up the hill, which aint fun baby. Hence it would appear that snowball fights win! I am actually a very sneaky person, so I like channelling my sneakiness through creeping up on people and chucking snow at them/shoving it down their coat- muahahaha.. Also as a war studies student I feel it is my duty to take the art of snow warfare seriously.
So now as the snow outside is becoming more like sleet, imma go back to watching Miranda on BBC iPlayer.
SEE YA.
Monday, 17 December 2012
Lava Lamps.
Let us sit and ponder the psychedelic phenomenon that go by the name lava lamps.
So: what exactly are they?
My definition: A fancy jar containing coloured blobs which float up and down.
British Oxford Dictionary definition: A transparent electric lamp containing a viscous liquid in which a brightly coloured waxy substance is suspended, rising and falling in irregular and constantly changing shapes. (this seems to be a lengthier and posher version of my definition, which I formed before I googled the Oxford definition)
I have a lava lamp. I'd say it's larger than your average lava lamp. (ooh, cheeky.)
It's at least a metre and is pretty chunky, weighs a lot.
I like to think of my lava lamp as a multi-purpose lava lamp.
It has three functions:
1. it sits there and looks groovy, adding to the excitement of my room.
2. it is actually a form of light; cleverly living up to the "lamp" of "lava lamp".
3. heat is also provided from it (which is extremely useful when mum refuses to put the heating on until we're all wearing 5 jumpers and still feeling cold)
I kind of wonder who came up with the idea of lava lamps. Like whether they used to have actual lava in them, or what even the lava-y stuff is made from. It's kind of a weird concept to accidentally stumble across, but then again one doesn't set about intending to create these things (at least that's what I imagine it's like, I've never actually invented anything. though watch this space guys, who knows what the future holds eh?)
Also, d'you reckon it's dangerous to open a lava lamp? Because mine has a (very tightly screwed) cap, and I am really tempted to open it up and see if the blobby lava stuff is all squidgy. IT JUST LOOKS SO FUN TO SQUISH!
Another thing which I'm really tempted to do with my lava lamp is leave it on until something dangerous happens. It's strongly advised that you don't leave it on for more than 8 hours, but I wonder what happens if you leave it on for a lot longer than 8 hours.. will the bulb just blow? Or will the lava go crazy? Will it start bubbling wildly and crack the glass? Will it go into one massive blob? Or would the lava lamp just explode everywhere? That could be fun..
Until I discover the answer, I'll continue to be way too fascinated by coloured blobs moving up and down in a jar.
So: what exactly are they?
My definition: A fancy jar containing coloured blobs which float up and down.
British Oxford Dictionary definition: A transparent electric lamp containing a viscous liquid in which a brightly coloured waxy substance is suspended, rising and falling in irregular and constantly changing shapes. (this seems to be a lengthier and posher version of my definition, which I formed before I googled the Oxford definition)
I have a lava lamp. I'd say it's larger than your average lava lamp. (ooh, cheeky.)
It's at least a metre and is pretty chunky, weighs a lot.
I like to think of my lava lamp as a multi-purpose lava lamp.
It has three functions:
1. it sits there and looks groovy, adding to the excitement of my room.
2. it is actually a form of light; cleverly living up to the "lamp" of "lava lamp".
3. heat is also provided from it (which is extremely useful when mum refuses to put the heating on until we're all wearing 5 jumpers and still feeling cold)
I kind of wonder who came up with the idea of lava lamps. Like whether they used to have actual lava in them, or what even the lava-y stuff is made from. It's kind of a weird concept to accidentally stumble across, but then again one doesn't set about intending to create these things (at least that's what I imagine it's like, I've never actually invented anything. though watch this space guys, who knows what the future holds eh?)
Also, d'you reckon it's dangerous to open a lava lamp? Because mine has a (very tightly screwed) cap, and I am really tempted to open it up and see if the blobby lava stuff is all squidgy. IT JUST LOOKS SO FUN TO SQUISH!
Another thing which I'm really tempted to do with my lava lamp is leave it on until something dangerous happens. It's strongly advised that you don't leave it on for more than 8 hours, but I wonder what happens if you leave it on for a lot longer than 8 hours.. will the bulb just blow? Or will the lava go crazy? Will it start bubbling wildly and crack the glass? Will it go into one massive blob? Or would the lava lamp just explode everywhere? That could be fun..
Until I discover the answer, I'll continue to be way too fascinated by coloured blobs moving up and down in a jar.
Monday, 26 November 2012
Library.
Hmm, I suppose a blogpost entitled "Library." probably doesn't make you want to read it, as libraries are not considered very exciting places, but if you're here reading this then you must have a vague interest in what I have to say about libraries- I respect you, stranger!
See, recently I have discovered that a library can actually be exciting (the fact that my university's library is open until midnight does play an important role in determining the fun-factor of my library trips).
Aside from the obvious thrill you get by going to the LIBRARY when it's DARK, there are many other reasons why I'd encourage you to dip into the crazy, wild habit of late-night library visits.
Though firstly, I must say that no late-night library sesh is complete without a bag of pic'n'mix to keep me company during the lonely hours of the night (if you've read my previous blogposts, you'll know I have an irrevocable love of pic'n'mix)
The library is at its most fun between 8pm and midnight, as there's hardly anyone there. That probably makes me sound like a proper loner, but it's kind of eerie when it's dark and no one is around. Especially in the sections where you have to go through so many doors you wonder if you're actually supposed to be going there, and in the places with low ceilings and shelves with turny thingies that you have to twist to move the shelves along.
Plus, going to the basement of the library to find books with titles such as The Age of Total War and An Intimate History of Killing feels so much more epic when the corridors are deserted and lighting is minimal. >:)
I think people underestimate how comfortable the library can be. The sofas in the "purple room" of our uni library are deliciously comfy, and the warmth of the room makes it soooo cosy that it's almost dangerous when you're trying to get an essay done. However, fear not- for the library caters for all! Up in the cloudy heights of level 5, the drafty windows provide the perfect chill to keep you awake long enough for you to actually be productive (yeah, who knew such a thing was possible? crazy!) :O
Anyway, I'm feeling pretty guilty for not even being in the library whilst writing this, so imma get my stuff together and dramatically exclaim..
TO THE LIBRARY!
wild.
p.s. hide and seek would be so awesome in the library. just saying.
See, recently I have discovered that a library can actually be exciting (the fact that my university's library is open until midnight does play an important role in determining the fun-factor of my library trips).
Aside from the obvious thrill you get by going to the LIBRARY when it's DARK, there are many other reasons why I'd encourage you to dip into the crazy, wild habit of late-night library visits.
Though firstly, I must say that no late-night library sesh is complete without a bag of pic'n'mix to keep me company during the lonely hours of the night (if you've read my previous blogposts, you'll know I have an irrevocable love of pic'n'mix)
The library is at its most fun between 8pm and midnight, as there's hardly anyone there. That probably makes me sound like a proper loner, but it's kind of eerie when it's dark and no one is around. Especially in the sections where you have to go through so many doors you wonder if you're actually supposed to be going there, and in the places with low ceilings and shelves with turny thingies that you have to twist to move the shelves along.
Plus, going to the basement of the library to find books with titles such as The Age of Total War and An Intimate History of Killing feels so much more epic when the corridors are deserted and lighting is minimal. >:)
I think people underestimate how comfortable the library can be. The sofas in the "purple room" of our uni library are deliciously comfy, and the warmth of the room makes it soooo cosy that it's almost dangerous when you're trying to get an essay done. However, fear not- for the library caters for all! Up in the cloudy heights of level 5, the drafty windows provide the perfect chill to keep you awake long enough for you to actually be productive (yeah, who knew such a thing was possible? crazy!) :O
Anyway, I'm feeling pretty guilty for not even being in the library whilst writing this, so imma get my stuff together and dramatically exclaim..
TO THE LIBRARY!
wild.
p.s. hide and seek would be so awesome in the library. just saying.
Monday, 8 October 2012
Compulsions.
Right, so my sister gave me the starting point for this
blogpost. It’s just a little thing I always point out, so let’s see..
Basically, these bad boys are what I’m talking about:
Basically, these bad boys are what I’m talking about:
Whenever I see these instructions, my first instinct is to
start singing the theme tune of that old children’s TV programme ‘Come
Outside’- "look up, look down, look all arounnnnnnnd, up in the air or on the
grounnnnnnnd.."
It’s just one of those things I feel compelled to do! Kind
of like how whenever someone says "what a beautiful day" I feel the need to
respond with "we’re not scared", from the picture book We’re Going On A Bear
Hunt. Do you get those sort of compulsions?
As I tend to sing a lot, like ALL THE TIME, what I also like
doing is bursting into song when someone mentions a word or phrase that’s in a
song. For instance whenever anyone says the word "sad" I start singing Sorry
Seems To Be The Hardest Word (so saaaad, so saaaaaaad, it’s a sad sad situation..)
or when people put "baby”"at the end of a sentence I like to sing Voodoo Child
(babyyy babyyyy babyyyy, you are my voodoo child, my voodoo child..) Bit weird
really.
It kinda works as a natural instinct, like when you touch
something really hot you always draw your hand away really quickly. Although I
suppose the singing instinct I’m talking about isn’t as practical and is quite
unlikely to reduce any pain.
And some words just have to be spoken in a different accent,
like saying "oh dear" only has the full effect when spoken in an Indian accent.
However, this crazy way of living doesn’t make life easy. The other day we were
getting a taxi home and I didn’t have the correct amount of change so I (quite
loudly) said "oh dear" in an Indian accent, forgetting that the taxi driver was
Indian.. I also said it quite loudly in
the Asian food aisle in Tesco, which meant I had to run away with my trolley
SHARPISH.
See, these instincts are serious business!
Speaking of serious business, I just made the mistake of
getting into bed and turning my electric blanket on when I should be doing
actual stuff.. meh, maybe I’ll do some sleeping instead
Farewell!
(so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodnight, I hate to go and leave this pretty sight, do do do do do do do doooo, do do do do do doooooooo..)
Monday, 10 September 2012
Letters.
Recently, much to my delight, I've received a lot of post.
The post I get falls into these 4 categories: freebies (I send off for all sorts of things on a regular basis), university related information, rubbishy stuff, and letters.
Sadly, I rarely receive many letters :( In fact, I don't think anyone does, seeing as it's the 21st century so why would you spend time writing someone a letter when you could text/email/tweet/bbm/imessage/facebook/etc them much more quickly?
I love the novelty of writing and receiving hand-written things in the post from people, I don't know why, but I just do. It's also kind of nice knowing that someone has actually taken the time to sit down and focus on writing to you, instead of quickly typing a few words whilst doing a bajillion other things at the same time.
Myself and the group of friends I made on holiday have all decided that we're going to write to each other on the first of every month, which is SO EXCITING! Seriously, sending letters is the way forward. I'd love to have a pen pal! I once had a French email pen pal, which was okay, but the fact it was email not post and the fact that the French girl stopped emailing me back after the third email meant the experience wasn't quite as fun as I'd hoped.
I suppose the reason why people don't write to each other anymore as a means of communication is because of all the other faster and more convenient ways of contacting someone. Our postman is so unreliable, he usually comes around midday, but he has been known to drop the post off as late as 5pm. 5PM I SAY! Disgraceful. From work experience at a museum, I learnt that there actually used to be 2 postal deliveries a day, in the morning and afternoon. It's also ironic that the post used to get delivered so much more quickly than it does nowadays, as I learnt from reading Edwardian postcards in which grandparents wrote to the parents to reassure them that they would make sure the grandchild got home in time for tea that day. So maybe modern day methods of doing things aren't always the quickest and best they have been.
Getting letters and cards in the post makes me happy. Handwritten letters and cards especially.
Hence, blogreaders, I challenge you this week to write someone a card or a letter, as long or as short as you like :-)
I promise the unexpected (..or perhaps not so unexpected if you've had to ask them for their address) nature of your post will make them smile. Or just make them think you're weird. But most likely smile!
Happy writing!
The post I get falls into these 4 categories: freebies (I send off for all sorts of things on a regular basis), university related information, rubbishy stuff, and letters.
Sadly, I rarely receive many letters :( In fact, I don't think anyone does, seeing as it's the 21st century so why would you spend time writing someone a letter when you could text/email/tweet/bbm/imessage/facebook/etc them much more quickly?
I love the novelty of writing and receiving hand-written things in the post from people, I don't know why, but I just do. It's also kind of nice knowing that someone has actually taken the time to sit down and focus on writing to you, instead of quickly typing a few words whilst doing a bajillion other things at the same time.
Myself and the group of friends I made on holiday have all decided that we're going to write to each other on the first of every month, which is SO EXCITING! Seriously, sending letters is the way forward. I'd love to have a pen pal! I once had a French email pen pal, which was okay, but the fact it was email not post and the fact that the French girl stopped emailing me back after the third email meant the experience wasn't quite as fun as I'd hoped.
I suppose the reason why people don't write to each other anymore as a means of communication is because of all the other faster and more convenient ways of contacting someone. Our postman is so unreliable, he usually comes around midday, but he has been known to drop the post off as late as 5pm. 5PM I SAY! Disgraceful. From work experience at a museum, I learnt that there actually used to be 2 postal deliveries a day, in the morning and afternoon. It's also ironic that the post used to get delivered so much more quickly than it does nowadays, as I learnt from reading Edwardian postcards in which grandparents wrote to the parents to reassure them that they would make sure the grandchild got home in time for tea that day. So maybe modern day methods of doing things aren't always the quickest and best they have been.
Getting letters and cards in the post makes me happy. Handwritten letters and cards especially.
Hence, blogreaders, I challenge you this week to write someone a card or a letter, as long or as short as you like :-)
I promise the unexpected (..or perhaps not so unexpected if you've had to ask them for their address) nature of your post will make them smile. Or just make them think you're weird. But most likely smile!
Happy writing!
Monday, 27 August 2012
Cruise.
So, as most of you will know, at the end of July/early August I went on a lovely cruise onboard the P&O cruise ship Aurora. I promised Maria (@MaxIsFlawlessx3) that I'd write her a blogpost about it, so here I am, writing a blogpost about it.
Here are the top 5 things she wanted me to write about:
1. Where I went
Well the cruise was around the Meditteranean, and we spent a day each ashore at: Malaga, Zakinthos, Dubrovnik, Venice, Split, Corfu and Oporto.
My favourite ports were probably Malaga and Dubrovnik. In Malaga I saw the most amazing authentic flamenco show; it was performed in quite a shabby little room, but the guitarist's constant, energetic strumming and the clapping of the assistant created such a buzzy and intense atmosphere. It was "muy sensual"! In Dubrovnik we wandered around the town, which is really beautiful as it consists of narrow, winding cobbled streets which are surrounded by the city walls. We stopped at Dubrovnik on the previous cruise we went on, and had sworn to go back to this pizza place called Mea Culpa which do the most HUMUNGOUS and delicious pizzas! So obviously, me being a lover of food, I had to revisit this place! And boy oh boy it did not disappoint. Seriously, you do not know the definition of good pizza unless you have been to Mea Culpa, which admittedly, is unlikely. MY MOUTH IS WATERING. I want this pizza again. Right now please.
2. Who I Met
I met a lot of people on this holiday, but I'll tell you about the best ones ;)
Everyday at dinner in the restaurant, we spoke to these two little old ladies on the table next to us, who were so sweet. They were sisters, aged 87 and 91! I couldn't believe how "with it" and giggly they were for such oldies! Definitely young at heart, I think everyone should be as smiley as they were.
My sister and I also befriended a group of people in the jacuzzi, who I am so so glad to have met! Strangely, two of them live about 10 minutes away from me, which was such a coincidence considering the ship had nearly 2,000 passengers and out of anywhere in Britain, they live so nearby! Anyway, Gemma, Jack, Mark, Dan, Leigh and Becky are awesome. Our jokes times included doing the mexican wave with one of the hilarious waiters, owning the dancefloor whenever 'Sexy and I Know It' or 'Walk The Dinosaur' came on, going bonkers at irish snap, running away from the "pedo in speedos" and taking over the sauna and kiddies playarea. I really miss these guys.
3. Music/Entertainment
Well, there were so many various clubs and bars on the ship, so music was never very far away. In fact, nothing was ever very far away. But anyway, in terms of music, there was this DJ called "DJ Danny Feelgood" (which is a fuuuuuunny name) who basically could play any song you wanted. Weirdly, the ship always seemed to be playing 'Ignition' by R. Kelly or 'Walk The Dinosaur'. There were shows every night too, singing and dancing type stuff, which was cool. Oh and the cinema! It played a different film each day, so we went to see Johnny English 2 (legendary) and The Hunger Games (bit weird/creepy).
4. Was I seasick at any point
NO :-) My sister was, but I was seasick-immune, oh yeaaaah! It's actually quite nice at night, it felt like you were being rocked to sleep like a baby. The best place to be when the ship was really rocky was in the pool; at one point the ship was so unsteady that it felt like you were swimming uphill, and being whacked around by these massive waves while half the pool's water was sloshing around on deck! Looking back, it probably wasn't exactly the safest of things to do, but it was fun so whatever.
5. How much I missed Meanwhile in Tinseltown
Tons! It feels weird being kept out of the townie loop for so long! But the pain was relatively soothed by constantly listening to them on my ipod, and using sharing a cabin with my sister to my advantage by forcing her to listen to them with me, mwahahaha >:)
So I hope this has shed some light on THE MOST AMAZING HOLIDAY EVER OF ALL TIME IN ALL OF ETERNITY! If you want to know more, just drop me a comment :-)
Adios.
Here are the top 5 things she wanted me to write about:
1. Where I went
Well the cruise was around the Meditteranean, and we spent a day each ashore at: Malaga, Zakinthos, Dubrovnik, Venice, Split, Corfu and Oporto.
My favourite ports were probably Malaga and Dubrovnik. In Malaga I saw the most amazing authentic flamenco show; it was performed in quite a shabby little room, but the guitarist's constant, energetic strumming and the clapping of the assistant created such a buzzy and intense atmosphere. It was "muy sensual"! In Dubrovnik we wandered around the town, which is really beautiful as it consists of narrow, winding cobbled streets which are surrounded by the city walls. We stopped at Dubrovnik on the previous cruise we went on, and had sworn to go back to this pizza place called Mea Culpa which do the most HUMUNGOUS and delicious pizzas! So obviously, me being a lover of food, I had to revisit this place! And boy oh boy it did not disappoint. Seriously, you do not know the definition of good pizza unless you have been to Mea Culpa, which admittedly, is unlikely. MY MOUTH IS WATERING. I want this pizza again. Right now please.
2. Who I Met
I met a lot of people on this holiday, but I'll tell you about the best ones ;)
Everyday at dinner in the restaurant, we spoke to these two little old ladies on the table next to us, who were so sweet. They were sisters, aged 87 and 91! I couldn't believe how "with it" and giggly they were for such oldies! Definitely young at heart, I think everyone should be as smiley as they were.
My sister and I also befriended a group of people in the jacuzzi, who I am so so glad to have met! Strangely, two of them live about 10 minutes away from me, which was such a coincidence considering the ship had nearly 2,000 passengers and out of anywhere in Britain, they live so nearby! Anyway, Gemma, Jack, Mark, Dan, Leigh and Becky are awesome. Our jokes times included doing the mexican wave with one of the hilarious waiters, owning the dancefloor whenever 'Sexy and I Know It' or 'Walk The Dinosaur' came on, going bonkers at irish snap, running away from the "pedo in speedos" and taking over the sauna and kiddies playarea. I really miss these guys.
3. Music/Entertainment
Well, there were so many various clubs and bars on the ship, so music was never very far away. In fact, nothing was ever very far away. But anyway, in terms of music, there was this DJ called "DJ Danny Feelgood" (which is a fuuuuuunny name) who basically could play any song you wanted. Weirdly, the ship always seemed to be playing 'Ignition' by R. Kelly or 'Walk The Dinosaur'. There were shows every night too, singing and dancing type stuff, which was cool. Oh and the cinema! It played a different film each day, so we went to see Johnny English 2 (legendary) and The Hunger Games (bit weird/creepy).
4. Was I seasick at any point
NO :-) My sister was, but I was seasick-immune, oh yeaaaah! It's actually quite nice at night, it felt like you were being rocked to sleep like a baby. The best place to be when the ship was really rocky was in the pool; at one point the ship was so unsteady that it felt like you were swimming uphill, and being whacked around by these massive waves while half the pool's water was sloshing around on deck! Looking back, it probably wasn't exactly the safest of things to do, but it was fun so whatever.
5. How much I missed Meanwhile in Tinseltown
Tons! It feels weird being kept out of the townie loop for so long! But the pain was relatively soothed by constantly listening to them on my ipod, and using sharing a cabin with my sister to my advantage by forcing her to listen to them with me, mwahahaha >:)
So I hope this has shed some light on THE MOST AMAZING HOLIDAY EVER OF ALL TIME IN ALL OF ETERNITY! If you want to know more, just drop me a comment :-)
Adios.
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