We had a family outing to Stroud - the main purpose being phone business. Mum has adopted the typical parent’s joke that a teenager desperately needs to text and chat on a mobile for ten hours straight. I think she thinks we need to relieve ourselves of the fact that we would otherwise shrivel up in a lonely corner and die.
right.
The only problem is that before my family’s big leap across the pond, I delved into a giant American junket to say goodbye to all my friendies. The fact that my country decided to celebrate its freedom on my last day was not a blessing in disguise, but a curse of many many parties. Oh the agony for a crazy-anyways teen! But it really was agony you see. The situations that the following traveling affairs entailed created some numbers of insanity like, 7 hours of sleep in the past 83... causing me to become quite ill once arriving. It’s taken a while to build up my strength again, but hopefully I’ll be in full health one day. It’s also been a very-fickle-in-terms-of-presence sort of illness. This means that I could be rearing to go one moment, and the next, my stomach would take up gymnastics, my internal body temperature would rise to inferno-status, and each side of my head would take to feeling like the north and southern ends of the titanic after having a run in with Mr. Iceberg. That’s exactly how this trip went down, my friends.
Of course my mother only cares about my death from absence of mobile phone, so I was dragged up and down more hills than the Sahara Desert even knew existed. When we finally reached what turned out to be the wrong service store we ended up taking their service anyways. I don’t know how, but looking at possible superduperawesome phones seemed to have made my sickly feelings disappear. CAN my mother be right? Could I really shrivel up and die?
Everything went up hill from there (literally speaking as well). We mucked around the shops for a while and I found a good deal on a frock that looked like it came from the 70’s. Obviously I’m picking up on fashion trends quite well.
Speaking of fashion trends, if you haven’t seen those of the male kind that reside here, it is well worth the look. It seems as though the new hair style is to look as much like a dinosaur as you can. They shave all round the back and sides but leave the front bit long to spike up as they please. WHAT IS THIS BLASPHEMY? Also, it’s all the rage for teenage girls to be wearing skirts as opposed to jeans, so I’ll have to get used to being bloody cold and hiding my knickers all the time, and my dad’s “you might as well walk straight to the abortion clinic if you’re going out like that” comments.
To bring the Stroud outing story round to a close, we brought fish and chippy home for dinner. It tasted like rainbows and butterflies.
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