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The summer holidays are the only time that you're even allowed to entertain the notion of being useless. I haven't picked up any of my books since June, when I finished the bit of summer homework we had. Since then, I've been sleeping late, which is terribly wonderful. Eating more cereal than I probably should, mid afternoons are made for cereal. Fruit loops with soy milk, mum is trying to turn us all into vegetarians. And lazy afternoons of shopping in Chelsea.
I had a summer job, at the beginning of July. It was rubbish. So pointless. It was at one of those muggle coffee houses, just down the street from our house. It would have been just the most perfect place to work if it wasn't for all the stupid customers. They were always pissing and moaning. "I wanted this extra foam, no fat, blah blah blah." It made me irritable, more so than usual. My da said if I wanted money for in his exact words, "hair ribbons, and lipstick," I needed a job. It's a good thing before I quit in a blaze of four letter words, I stocked up on hair ribbons and lipstick. Just loads of it. Mum's been slipping me pocket money, otherwise I'd be stuck at home all day and have to off myself. I couldn't do that.
I went to Spain for two weeks in late July all alone. It was lovely, you can be very in touch with yourself traveling alone. The food was brilliant. The weather was nice, you can swim, and it's very hot. The blokes were very..helpful. The wine was strong, and it was the best time I've ever had. You should think of going, if you have the chance. Paris is completely overrated. I'm bored with it. Everyone wants to go to Paris, and it's dirty and expensive. Spain was loads better. I'm going to see if my parents will let me go to Prague over the Christmas holiday. By myself.
I'm semi looking forward to getting back to school. Mainly to feel line I have something to do other than sit around the house, reading or shopping. The distractions, school work, mates, whatever you know. Just something to do.
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