I'm off on holiday tomorrow with my boyfriend Andy and his parents Lynda and Bob. There is something deeply exciting about being in an airport for me; there is a real vibe and strange atmosphere about the place. I like to people watch and listen in on people’s conversations, and then I lose interest and almost always end up looking at sunglasses with Andy. Despite how great I look in Oakley sunglasses I have a terrible eyesight, and cannot see through the lenses. Due to not being able to wear contact lenses any more I am subject to not owning a pair of sexy Oakley shades. One day.
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| I'm not usually this crap at packing. |
I spent a good 3-4 hours packing yesterday, I played some tunes through the laptop which ended in me parading about my room thinking I was famous. Rise Against was not a good choice to chill and pack to, so I moved onto Lost Prophets. Reminiscing and getting distracted by facebook, after about two and a half hours I decided to stop the music and attempt to actually pack. I finally packed but I am fearful as to when we arrive in Spain that I have not packed anything useful. I have definitely packed pants and my camera, essentials.
Right about now I should be in the shower after a sweaty run this morning with my sister as we train for the Race For Life event happening in July. I however am not, thus making this blog potentially a bad idea.
Andy is at work in London as I type, I need to get a few things together, do some Open University work which I will need a great deal of catching up on, get some euros and last minute things from Tesco.
Shower first.
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