i had a really really long dream last night. i'm going to try and remember it all because really, i can't comprehend, ugh. it was like that pink floyd album or something. it could possibly be separate dreams, but it felt like it was one really long one, which has never happened to me before.

i arranged to go to town with liv, i don't remember if i was meeting her there or on the metro or something, but i found myself walking in the direction of hadrian park metro. i was fed up walking cause i was wearing my taller creepers, and i was complaining to myself like an old person. i found myself walking down leylas street, and i thought to myself that i shouldn't look directly in the window to see if she's in. by the time i got to her house i fell over my shoes, and leyla opened the door. i didn't even knock, it was as if she was going to get something from outside, and it was a surprise that i was there. she wearing a white dressing gown and she had all of her hair tied up, and she started to shout things to her mam that i don't remember. still lying face down on the floor, i tell leyla "i'm going to just meet liv in town, i thought you were going" and she was like "like this?"
i'm pretty sure there's a bit more to it after that, but it's totally gone now. i've been awake quite a while now so there's no way i'll remember it whilst i'm typing the rest up, damn.

i eventually get to town. i don't remember who i was with, but there were like 3 people with me and they were hipsters or something. i was in the old greenmarket in town. like before it was poundland and tesco there, i was there in my dream when it was smelly and had loads of green grocers and places like that. most of the places were closed, and i remember it being a bit like breakfast club where they're all running about in the school corridors, we were pretty much doing the same, except we were looking for places that were open. we eventually get to the back of the market to find a place open. it was selling clothes, the clothes was obviously aimed at indie kids, but they were like really ridiculous. the shop owner was some middle aged indian man. i looked through some t-shirt, and i find this baby blue t-shirt with a giant print of martin starr as bill haverchuck in freaks and geeks. i got all the people i was with and said "really, i don't give a fuck if this place is shitty, let me have this shirt". i don't recall actually buying the shirt, but i wore it through the rest of the dream.

next place i remember being in was the co-op i think. it probably was since the greenmarket was close to the co-op. i was with lauren. i don't know what it is, but when i have a dream with lauren in, we always seem to be in the co-op together. i don't really associate them together (other than the story of when we were in primary school and we had to draw what job we wanted when we left school and she wanted to be a till operative at the co-op). the distillers were playing a show, and i was like "lauren do you realise how mental this is, a band that i love that broke up playing in any old shop in town". the funny thing was, they were performing on some giant jump mat that you'd see in the sports centre, or what you'd see when you did gymnastics in school. it was like a giant trampoline, and i was jumping along to the distillers, i recall brody dalle staring at me in shock. the back of my bill shirt had ripped and it was like a cape and it kept going in front of me. i remember falling after that, but it was as if i just wanted to sleep. next thing i know i'm in a hospital bed FACE DOWN, with loads of bandages or something down my spine. i could actually feel the pain. lauren was sitting next to me on the seat next to the bed, and she explained to me that brody was staring at me because she knew something bad was going to happen to me (omg scary). it was like i was drunk and i forgot what had happened, because lauren was saying i did these things that i don't even remember doing, which led to me injuring my back.

the next place i must be is a recovering place, but it was like i was in some giant hotel room. i don't understand, but the only person i remember who was in there was someone from my high school year who i never had a proper conversation with, probably cause she was really popular compared to me. there must have been 3 more people, but i can't think who they could be. all our beds were pushed together in a circle and we were all sitting on the end, as if it were some sort of meeting. i remember the girl from my school year was told to offer me advice about my spine since she's had a baby since we went to school together, and we probably caused around about the same damage to the spine.. but following the 'advice', i went to the bathroom to check what my back looked like. i remember being advice not to look cause it was horrible. i was still wearing my bill shirt, and i lifted up the cape part to see my back. it was a long purple bruise, had blood in some places, but the colour got stronger the higher up my back it was. for some reason when i got back to the room we were all in, we were all suddenly in the balloon ride at metroland. i think we might have been hiding or something, cause that ride reminds me of when i was like 4 or 5 and i ran away from my parents in metroland and i went on the balloon ride, thinking they heard me and allowed me to go on the ride by myself.

the last part of my dream was reminded me a lot of the end of the green hornet when kato shoots britt so they could treat the shot wound that britt got when he was out as the green hornet.
i remember being in a white car with liv and leyla, and i think my dad was driving, really fast. he was trying to get into the free parking area so i could have my spine looked at again, i got the impression that i done something to it again.

after typing this all out, it doesn't really seem like it was much of a nice dream. my back hurts thinking about it. it was unnecessarily long, but kind of interesting. i probably should've kept it to myself, but i don't have a dream diary wooooooooooooowoooooooooo~

i decided to check out the traffic check thing on blogger, and apparently loads of people look at my blog? the most clicks i had was from my last.fm, but i took it off there since i don't update it as much as other sites i go on. but people are coming from all different places on the internet by the looks of things. HELLO PEOPLE.

i'd totally update this with something interesting, but i'm just about to go. i don't think i have much to share since coming back from oxford. well i do have some exciting news, but i probably shouldn't post it on here just yet since so many people apparently read this shit.
still, i've been home a full week now, damn. i miss being away from here sometimes. i think all the times i've been away from home this year have been the best. i can't wait to travel a lot more.
okay looks like i clearly had something to talk about, i really have to go now. christ emma, blah blah blah.

i guess it's necessary for me to post about when i've been places. i went back to oxford and london a few days ago. i'm aware i haven't even posted my blog from the paul premiere (still in my drafts, i'll get round to it someday) so i'll just keep this one short.

stupid 9 hour coach to oxford with a million stops to pick up more passengers, yet no proper service stop. there was 1, but there were no shops near, and i was so bloody starving.
when i got to oxford i had a pint with leyla, i forgot the name of the places we went, but i felt so stupid with my luggage ~briefcase wanker~
then i had australian meatballs at leylas and we stayed up too long. i think we had 3 hours sleep. but really, that sleep was not taken for granted, i was so tired.

we spent all day in london. i bought synecdoche, new york and away we go on dvd, and got a free south park dvd with that. a cute comic book called optic nerve, the first book in the love and rocket series, and some short graphic novel called janes in love, some postcards for people and sweeties for my family and liv. i also bought a rose petal macaroon from laudree and omg it was so nice. i bragged all day about my rose breath!

later on in the day we hung out by the BFI southbank, stalking seth rogen. eventually we got to meet him, kind of. he was in a hurry. i was so nervous that i lost control of my voice, and when he came out of his car i said something to leyla like "oh my god it's really him" and i sounded so stupid, jeez!
i never got my ticket signed, and i didn't get a photo with him, or at least a proper one. i was so annoyed, cause it was all down to me being nice to the guy in front, which i shouldn't have being nice has never got me anywhere in life. sure, it's probably a good thing, but i'd probably end up in less situations like that.

when we got inside, we went to the loo's. i just stared at myself in the mirror, knees like jelly, bloodshot eyes, thinking how stupid i am, til there was an announcement to go in i was like "LEYLA WE NEED TO GO" and she said "I'M HURRYING" (turns out she was talking to herself omg)
the place had loads of spare seats, i don't even know why. apparently the row behind us was empty apart from one guy. we weren't waiting for long til edith bowman came out, followed by seth and will. i was on the edge of my seat (excited/didn't want fat face for the youtube video omg)
when they all came on stage, that's when i realised how close we were. arghh. i was sitting staring at seth awkwardly most of the time, i felt like i was kevin spacey in this scene of american beauty
except the only thing close to seth undressing was him unbuttoning his jacket, ha.

when it came to the audience asking questions, i knew edith was going to be a stingy bitch. but i eventually got around to it. i thought the microphone wasn't working and i don't remember how many times exactly is said "hi" til edith was like "where are you?" and seth pointed at me and said "she's right there" WHICH WAS MY FAVOURITE MOMENT OF THE DAY.
i asked my question (without messing up), and seth asked me who it was for and i reply in my most geordie accent "BOTH OF YIZ"
ugh stupid emma.
i tried to meet seth again after the event, but he was in a hurry. i walked along side him to his car, which is really ridiculous cause i never realised that. and apparently i blocked the way for will to get to his car, and i never saw (i was standing staring at seth in the car omg why)
i didn't really care that i never got to speak to him again, i was just so happy anyway.

the rest of the time i spent in oxford.
we saw johnny english reborn, went around town, my favourite shop being a £2 book shop. i got a dream book and a riot grrrl book that i'd spotted before. i saved about £30 in that shop!
later on we went for a drink with frankie, marc and marc before heading to atomic pizza.

the next day i had to be up 5.30am ready for my megabus at 8am :(
awww man, i hope i go back soon! next time i'm aware i'll be needed in london is dark shadows, and i know leyla wants us to come down for new year, so we'll see what happens. it would be stupid if i went for seth rogen again, cause i know it'll be ages til he comes back. got to wait which other cuties are about, innit.

i typed this thing up in 3 different sessions, so i hope it makes sense, i really can't be arsed to go over it. (flawless writer award goes to ME!!!)

my summer holidays ended today, had my first day back at college. i wasn't looking forward to it, since i got ridiculously little sleep due to drunken siblings.. i was feeling pretty sick and excited on top of that.

turned out i only needed to be there for 45 minutes for a discussion with my new course leader. a new teacher to me, but i'd seen him around the college before. seems pretty canny so far.
i'm in college 2 days a week, full days this time. not sure how i feel about it really, but i can't complain, i've heard far worse stories about peoples timetables.
i forgot to bring anything with me to enrol, which was stupid of me. i can't find my student finance confirmation letter, which is what I NEED SO MUCH.
the woman made me have the same photo as last year, which i am unhappy about. i did my hair nicely for my first day too. my card also says "over 19 student" which makes me feel so old. i'm not an uncool teenager anymore, just an uncool adult waaaaa :(

when i was going to leave and go home, a guy from my class stopped me and said how someone told him i'm a good writer. i love it when people in my class recognise me for it, cause i'm not the only aspiring writer in my class, and i haven't done any extra lessons for it like the rest of them. i ended up waiting around to discuss the idea, and it's interesting. i think it might be a bit challenging, but i think it's going to be a good test myself for myself.

but the best part of my day was purchasing tickets for a Q&A session with seth rogen next month! i'm so excited. it's getting recorded for youtube, so i have to think of some good questions i could ask him so we can look cute on youtube together. i can be the next bradley cooper when he asks sean penn a question on that actors studio programme, yaaaaaaaay. except i can't imagine seth rogen really being the sort of actor sean penn is, and i definitely do not think i could have bradley cooper's career, as nice as it is.
it also means i can visit leyla's new house in oxford, which will be pretty brilliant i suppose.

this would've been a better blog, but i got distracted and forgot about it. whoopsy.

my day has entirely revolved around damien echols, jason baldwin, and jessie misskelley, also known as the west memphis three. i won't go into their back story, they've been in prision for 18 years for a crime they did not commit. that's almost my whole life, which i find disgusting.
yesterday when i heard that 2 of the 3 were going to be released IF they pleaded guilty, it became all i thought about, all i could talk about.

today, for the majority of the day, i had 2 live streamings from outside the court house. i was really impatient during it all. there was a press conference with someone and they announced that they'd been freed. i can't think of how to describe how i felt, other than i was thinking my eyeballs were going to explode if i didn't cry. they said that all 3 pleaded guilty but still remained innocent, which really quite annoyed me. they just got evidence to prove they didn't do it, why wouldn't they rely on that?
when the guys came out for the press, that is when my eyes exploded. it was just so weird, i knew this day would happen, but i just couldn't comprehend, it was actually happening.
they addressed that they pleaded guilty because they didn't want to spend any longer in there, it was their soonest chance for freedom. my favourite part was jason baldwin explaining so passionately that he was doing it for damien, yes 3 children were killed, but they couldn't have had damien loose his life from this too. a spokesperson for jason then explained that jason was originally against the idea of pleading guilty, he wanted to continue fighting for the truth to be proven. he only agreed to do it to save damiens life.
i know i haven't made it sound so impressive as he said it, but really it was the most touching thing i had ever heard. their hug after that was beautiful too, it just made me so happy.

although justice has not really been served for any of the west memphis three, or the victims who were murdered, i am so happy that they are at least out of prison, they can finally have their lives back.

i suppose i have an hour to kill cause i want to see if i can get orange wednesday tickets at midnight. usually typing a load of bollocks on here takes up enough time.

god, what has happened since i last updated? haven't posted anything proper since june, it's like half a month til september now. i guess it's cause i've decided to write a journal now. it's not really that much different from blogging. i dunno, it's nicer, i can express myself more in it. it's probably the only book i'll ever write.

i don't even remember anything interesting to happen before i went to paris. it was really the most beautiful city, really miss being there. okay, i typed a load of crap saying i would do a separate paris blog, but i guess i'll just bullet point highlights i can remember:

• creepy asian woman i had to sit on on the flight who wouldn't put her bag in the luggage part.
• "do you have any rubbish?" "no thanks" - nice one leyla.
• once we got to paris, and put our stuff in the hotel, we decided to stroll by the eiffel tower, bare in mind this was like around midnight, there were still a few people hanging out. marc decided he wanted to have a run, which we all thought was pretty bizarre. there were police close by cause there was a mysterious bag that someone left, and they thought marc had left it, and they stopped him, omg. it was so stupid.
• not long after that leyla fell and fell facing up, like what she did at dickies, omg. it's her thing now. spin falls.
• tuesday, first full day. queued 4 hours to get to the top of the eiffel tower. totally worth it. got to look down on everything. really, paris is such an astonishly pretty city, can not get over it.
• moulin rouge, pigalle, creepy places.
• went to hippo again, omg, we should've learnt from last time, but it wasn't that bad. they just hire young people who don't know english.
• inception bridge was like 5 minutes away from our hotel, wwwwooooo
• 1 euro wine, basically a couple of pence in GBP.
• wednesday, stanley kubrick exhibit, a clockwork orange and the shining are 2 of my favourites, i still really have to watch them again after that. oh man, i met my doppleganger there too. same hair, except she had a pink fringe. she had the cutest polka dot peter pan collar dress, and dr marten mary jane's. mannnnnn.
• ate my first ever macron, lushly raspberry flavoured.
• auuuuuuuuuuuuux champs elysee, doodoodoodoodooooooo
• had a mcdonalds mcbeer. apparently you weren't allowed to take them out the cafe, but i took it out. rebel or? but really, i thought it would be out of a fountain thing, it was just a can of lager.
• thursday, versailles. beautiful palace, god aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhghgh.  honestly was stalking michel gondry when we were in the town, but sadly never found him. i will find him one day.
• went back to champs elysee, saw 'midnight in paris', very suitable film being in paris, but really doesn't come out in the uk forever, and i was dying to see it. it was really cute, owen wilson, very wes andersony, so it fed that fix.
• friday, the louvre. we really spent loads of time there, it's massive, but aaaaagh. i met mona lisa in real life, wow wee. yes, i did sing panic! at the disco at it, no shame.
• pretty sure we got pizza that day awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
• saturday, salvidor dali exhibit. was kinda cute, never really looked at his stuff since high school art when my art teacher complained i was poo at art research, like fuck you i have a salvidor dali book, i saved latin, what did you ever do?
• got food poisoning from one of the grilled cheese things i was so excited to try. total let down. least favourite part of the holiday. wasn't very helpful going in the pigalle shops with a storm in my stomach. really though, it was like one of the top 5 worst experiences in my life ever ever ever. and i had to miss michel gondry film screening, fuck you cheese toasty.
• sunday, cemetery search. was so hot, felt like joining the dead people. but really i wasn't ill.
• hard rock cafe, ate for the first time in 24 hours, and basically ate just the chips and left everything else, set me back 21 euros. omg though they were playing the ramones and radiohead. i found an old tom delonge photo on the wall too, homie.
• monday last day waa waa waa notre dame was canny pretty though
• 9 euro for a coke for marc and liv omg  
• okay this took up all the time it's not even everything.

then after only 2 days home, i had rebellion fest. never been to blackpool before, really was expecting it to be better, but it was just like being at a different part of whitley bay sea front that i'd never seen before.
the b&b owner was obsessed with me. i know it's pretty stupid coming from me considering the way i dress, but i don't like loads of attention. he complimented me every single time he saw me, compared me to amy lame. i don't know much about her other than she's a lesbian, which is great, after spending my high school years convincing everyone i wasn't a lesbian :-)
oh god, standing in the queue behind the biggest poser couple i'd ever met. they never knew mouthwash broke up, and thought that because they're playing reading and leeds, that they definitely hadn't broke up. idiots. and the girl was coming out with shit like "got some of the clothes during my emo phase" "used to wear the best make up when i was a goth" "I'M NOT THE PUNKIEST PUNK HERE, WHAT THE FUCK"
erm i should've done the bullet point thing with this too, oh well. i have 10 minutes til an hour has past, so maybe just going to share a couple of cool bands.

• world/inferno friendship society, acoustic and electric sets, CUTE BAND!
• old firm casuals, lars frederiksen (oh bumped into him earlier in the day, second time's a charmy) not really into the new skinhead obsession of his, but really wasn't all that bad knowing he's from rancid (sad)
• OFF! killed it. probably my favourite set of that day. so amazing seeing keith morris live, for someone whoes almost 60 he's got so much fucking energy. he handled heckling amazingly "i've heard worse" and told that bastard off. plus his emotional moment, the tears in his eyes. christ geuoahoieghg. such an inspirational man.
• creepshow, band i've liked for a while, but clearly didn't listen to enough of beforehand. cute though.
• restarts, i liked what they were saying, really smart. got to listen to more of them.
• a wilhelm scream, hardcore, kind of out of place, but i enjoyed them. bass guy wouldn't stop looking at me, jeez. had an appropriate song title "me vs morrissey in the pretentiousness contest"
• BOUNCING SOULS!!!!!!!! highlight of my weekend. god, really perfect experience. right at the barrier. goosebumps, i really relate to so many of their songs right now, i just felt it all the way through. i had never been squished like that in ages, loads of alcohol over me, it was what i'd been missing dude. oh and greg high fived me, CUTE LIFETIME.
• GBH, the damned, eeeeeeehh was tired but at least i can add them to my list.
• random hand, never do a shit performance, yeeeeeeeeeaoooooooo
• street dogs, been waiting to see those, finally. pretty cute.
• capdown, excellent. joe got to crowdsurf too. robin from random hand joined him, omg.
• the dickies. basically did what they did when i saw them less than a month ago, but really, how do they have the energy to do it all? always one of my favourites. oh and a couple of girls threw bananas off them, sassiest idea EVER.
• pennywise, was a bit tipsey, so me and joe were in the sitting area not actually watching the band properly. there were 2 creepy skinheads kept looking at us, obviously nazi anti woman men, euuuurgh. but they pennywise had a nice set, i think next time they're playing i should go and actually watch them.
• the grit. they were amazing, but really i was not comfortable and this guy i met previously in the night was bugging me. god someone should've killed him.
• dirty revolution, aaaaaaaargh (acoustic and electric) new cuties
• the skints, another favourite from the weekend. they were drunk/high/something jesus.
• stza crack, need more leftover crack in my life now 
• the beat, really lifted my mood, a lot, god really perfect live, my favourite of that day.
• the adicts, wish i could've watched more of them, but arghhhhhhh
• jello biafra, i just wanted to hear his voice live, couldn't be fucked with new music, but apparently he played dead kennedy songs, the fucker.

 OKAY SO TIRED NOW, 1 HOUR 20 MINUTES TO DO THIS.

germany/france/switzerland

hello, oh god i feel like i haven't been on here forever, but here it goes, my massive blog.

so on monday i spent the last day shopping with my mam in town. last few things such as the glasses i wanted, and new clothes and what not.
we had a meal at wetherspoons, and got terrible service. i need to e-mail them to complain actually because my mam told me so after my holiday.

got to leylas house at around 10, obviously the last one cause i didn't want to watch the tv stuff her and liv like. headed off for stansted at 11. it took until 5 in the morning to get there. the journey was so long, and i felt like i got no sleep at all.
in the airport it was basically empty, until everyone queued up to drop off their luggage. of course, something would be wrong, and our boarding passes said that there was no lugguage checked on the boarding passes, and we had to sort that out, making us at the end of the massive queue. i was scared incase i had to throw away my clothes or something. but it got sorted and everything was okay!

when we got in i don't recall much happening, time flew. there was a hmv there and i was drooling at the cheaper dvds that i couldn't afford. i could afford a chocolate frappicino from starbucks though. we were sitting next to an american guy who was most obviously annoyed by how hyper we were or something.

um the flight to germany was at 7. it was very quick, i think it must have been 15 minutes early. on the flight we were reading through magazines together being generally hyper.
through passport control, the person who spoke to us was obviously having fun at his job and asked us all silly questions. he said to me "so what are you doing here, coming to party?"

when we got there, it wasn't as warm as i was expecting it to be. i figure thats because it was 9am.

leylas auntie carol was in the airport waiting for us. she was much less scarier than i was expecting! she drove us to a supermarket called real to pick up some things to eat. she let us look around the shop ourselves, and of corse we wanted to check the price of alcohol. lots of beer and wine, lushious.
for our breakfast, carol had bought us some bread buns. they were definately different to the ones they sell over here. even the small things like that prooved i wasn't at home anymore.

we got to the house. it was well and truely massive. 4 storeys, and one of those was for me liv and leyla to share. i met some more of leylas family, pascal and dimitri. this was one of the only times i saw dimitri on the whole stay there, and i never got to speak to him.

after having a general welcome to the home, we went into the town centre to work out where everything was. the first things we bought was an energy drink and an ice cream. i got an after eight ice cream, liv got muffin flavoured ice cream, and leyla got lemon ice cream which she kept calling shaving foam.

not long after we went back for lunch which was this weird meatball and rice meal, which was nice.

hmm, i don't really remember what else we did. leyla and liv went in the pool for a bit, and i had a shower cause i didn't bring a swimming costume.
i also met natalie, leylas last cousin.
for our tea we had a barbeque, and apparently it wasn't very normal for it. also, afterwards we had a beer, just because we could.

the next day we left earlyish for strasbourg in france.
the first time on a train in germany, and it was packed. nicer than a metro though, a lot lot more. i think people in germany actually care unlike the people in newcastle.
we had a change in appenweier for 40 minutes. we sat around and made videos/took photos, and time went by so fast.
the next train was worse. i felt like i was going to faint, it was so packed. i had a german man breathing onto my face ugh. i was sweating, grosssssssie.

france was goregous. the hotel was right infront of the train station.
in the hotel we got upgraded to a family room, and it was perfect. we all picked the beds we wanted. we spent quite a bit of the time in the hotel room watching french tv, (mr bean, french cartoons and the music channel), but not long after we went to look around everywhere else. it seemed more touristy than in buhl, so at least we weren't completely out of place.
we bought slushes, and the heat melted them straight away, it was quite amusing.

we found virgin megastores, and we were all excited for various resons. leylas being, they sold shutter island there and not yet at home. it was 20euro though, not really worth it.
what was also amusing, was the fact the films had different names, for example twilight was hesitation, the hangover was called very bad trip, and street dance 3d was called sexy dance.

i recall finding a concert hall thing, and seeing a festival line-up poster up. only a few days after we were back home, bad religion were headlining a festival there. gutted! would have been such a great experience, not only seeing one of my favourite bands, but my first ever gig in another country. i should arrange to go abroad for gigs another time though, the idea sounds nice.
we sat near that venue with ice cream from a van. me and liv got this double flavoured on, strawberry and lemon i think, and leyla got this manderin/blood orange or something. she wasn't happy with it, and threw it on the floor after a few licks.

we found a spar there, and i bought a cheap bottle of wine there, whilst leyla and liv bought smirnoff ice. the perrier water had dita von teese on and i was like "oh god whaaat", and i must have forgot to buy it or something. that's something i wish i done now, but nevermind!
for lunch we ended up going to mcdonalds. it was the last thing we wanted, but it was raining, and we didn't want to go far. we also arranged to see inception again, since it was only french subtitles. seeing it again did help me understand it further in ways i didn't even imagine. it made me enjoy it more, and the things that annoyed me previously were forgotten about. i don't think i could watch it again for a while though since i saw it in less than a week of the first time i saw it.
it was the first time liv saw it, and she had no clue what me and leyla were talking about.

when we got back we watched the freddie mercury documentry. it reminded me of media studies in AS, cause i said it was my favourite documentry. obviously i didn't watch it close enough, because i discovered freddie mercury was indian. weird maaaan.

i knew i would enjoy mentioning this bit, because i think it was brilliant despite how much i was shitting myself.
so liv had went in the shower, and me and leyla were chatting. our door knocked, and leyla casually shouted "LIV STOP KNOCKING THE DOOR WHILE YOUR SHITTING!" and then she said "it's not me man"
i knew it wasn't her, but leyla insisted on warning her to stop. til liv opened the bathroom door, at the same time as the person knocked on our door again. i literally jumped, it was the biggest fright ever. thinking about it, it's so fucking funny.
we were silent for the rest of the time. i moved my bed closer to the bunk bed liv and leyla stayed on.
but i figured it was someone to kill us at the door. we couldn't get the window closed, and it was a room we were upgraded to. none of the doors had peep-holes too, it could've been anyone.
i guess it must've been someone telling us to be quiet.

oh and i only got burnt on my back, just cause i put sun cream on everywhere else. i felt so proud, it's the only time thats ever seemed to happen in my life. i think that day was one of the only ones i needed sun cream on the most.

the next day we tried to go to places we hadn't came across yet, such as the cathedral. all around it there were beggers, the people who pretend to be statues, those people who sell cheapy fake items. also, every shop in that area tended to either sell tacky holiday souviners, or over-priced resturant food.
we found a footlocker, and liv bought a pair of trainers. the guy who served her kept talking to us about england, and i recall him shouting to his collueges "FROM NEWCASTLE"
oh and liv got undercharged somehow, i can't really remember what happened.
we found a indie cinema that day and they were still showing shutter island, and we arranged all day to see that. we got lost looking for the toilets. not only was it raining really heavy, we were cold and lost. we decided instead of being late for the cinema, just go back to the hotel and have food. although plans were changed once we found an internet cafe.
half an hour there: 20 minutes attempting to log into facebook, 10 minutes writing everything i wanted to say in a hurry.

once we got back to the hotel we sat and watched tv for aaaaages.
we had tea at a resturant called hippo, which was probably the equivilant to frankie and bennys here, except less italian american, more typical resturant food.
we thought it would be easy to understand things, but it was quite daunting trying to work out what the things really were.
we all got this set menu thing, and we all picked a burger for the main since it was the most obvious option for us. it was alright, just like any other burger, nothing special to it.
for the desert, both me and liv had ben and jerrys, again it was the easiest to understand, plus, why say no to it? leyla wanted to try something new, and she picked something that had either a chocolate or caramel option. she insisted she'd get caramel, but when the waitress came over, she assumed she wanted chocolate and leyla nodded. it turned out leyla picked rice pudding with chocolate sauce on. she was so confused, and she couldn't eat all of it.

we stayed in the hotel all after that, we didn't want to get back too late like the previous night.
we just watched whatever was on really. we found skins on one channel and watched 2 episodes of that, completely in french. then 30 rock was on tv, not a programme any of us care about, but steve buscemi came on, and obviously leyla made a fuss about it.

the next morning we had to be up early and we had 7 hours waiting around for our train.
we just went in shops we'd been in before. in virgin megastores we all found cds. i bought a lagwagon cd for 3 euro. there was an alkaline trio one aswell for 5euro but i already had it on my ipod, so there was no point in buying a copy. i didn't have many euro with my in france anyway.

we spent an hour in the internet cafe, and it was there i discovered i didn't get the place for the tv course at newcastle college. i was pretty bummed about that, but i tried not to get too upset about it and just relax on holiday. but it wasn't very great after that, my computer suddenly went off, and i had 5 minutes left. annoyeddd.

once we were out of the internet cafe, we had past this shop that sold music merchendice, i first spotted green day action figures. when we first wanted to go in it was closed, so we tried the second time. it wasn't as great as it appeared really. the whole shop was halved, one side was jewellry and random pieces of shit with band names on, the otherside was clothes, hoodies and band shirts.
awkward shop really. would've been nicer on a day i could actually have afforded something from there.

we sat outside the catheideral and we were confronted by a german man. i was pretty scared by him, but liv and leyla were having a good laugh at him. he kept making lion noises, and he was trying to ask if the cathederal was for arabs.
after discovering we were english he tried to say wonderful, and obviously liv would interupt him and shout "WONDER BRA?"
leyla was leaning on the door, and her laughing made the door knock. it was crazy.

the last couple of hours, we decided to go and see shutter island. we went to a sandwich cafe called 'pomme de pain'
the guy who served us was weird, ughhh. liv got a ham sandwich, coke and a cookie. me and leyla got this tuna and egg sandwich (which i didn't know had eggs in, i wasn't pleased!) and muffins. they were giant. i was pretty gutted about my sandwich really, but the place was nice.

when we got to the cinema i needed the toilet, and in the cinema screen we were in apparently there were toilets. we went to the door, and i think they were just for show. no light switch, and the doors basically went to the same place.
i found a mens toilet, and leyla told me to hold onto the door incase anyone came in. it was scary, a man shoved the door open even though i was pulling it, then he went "OH, DESOLE!" and closed the door. i was so embaressed and scared, and leyla was literally wetting herself laughing.

the cinema was nice though. 2 floors for the screen, i think most people went on the top floor, however we went on the bottom floor seating. nice red velvet seats, but nearer the end of the film i realised how low down to the floor they were.

i burped accidently through the film.

we made our way to the train station, on the way going to the supermarket for crisps and stuff. liv bought magazines, i don't even remember how many but certainly more than 1.
on the help cards, we were given the wrong platform number, and we were lost. after finding help, we went straight to our platform. i was just excited to get back to germany and put my bags down.
we were sitting waiting for the train, and from a distance this young man was walking over, and leyla nudged me and said "it's mclovin"
and when he came right over to us i got scared. he was american, and he said "do you guys speak english"
i forgot what he asked after that, but it was awkward. the train was back not long after.

we got picked up at buhl station by leylas uncle, who had been away when we first got to germany.
once i got back to the home, i went straight to the shower. i was desperate for a bathroom with a lock, oh god.

the next day we went to another part of germany that wasn't so far away from buhl with carol and natalie.
we had a chinese box thing, i had rice chicken stuff, and added soy sauce which made it perfect. leyla added chili sauce to hers and it made her lose her appitite really.
we went in a few clothes shops and things, then we seperated from carol and natalie so we could look for dvd shops. we found a place called media markt, which was kind of like currys, but had a dvd/cd section.
in the dvds we found extreme movie, which both me and leyla had been searching for! we got really excited about that. but leyla got even more excited about the rebound being on dvd there already, and only showing at cinemas in the uk.
another thing interesting about that place is that the music had a section called "black music" and i thought it would be like black metal or something, but when i looked at the cds there were artists such as rihanna and 50cent there..

when we walked out the shop the security man asked to look in my bag, i was so paranoid after that D:


OH GOD, it's now the 24th july 2011
it's a year since i been on this holiday. i've spent 12 months writing that, i give up. i'm not even going to read through it. but just so you know, i still haven't emailled to complain about weatherspoons, omg.