I had to get up at 03.30 hours. So early!
We had to sit in a bus for five hours (ten hours total) and that sucked. Everyone was sleeping and I was like 'What? No Partying? Ah, damnit!'.
And then we raced through Paris. Just to sum things up:
-Sarah (standing under the eiffel-tower): 'Da valt tegen.' translation 'what, that's it?' That girl really cracks me up. She meant it.
-Sanne: 'Is that the olympic swimming-pool?' me: No, that's the Seine'
(The Seine is a river). She also meant it.
-Strange englisgh tourist: 'Tom, Davis. Toilette!' she yelled it in the Louvre, we were just looking at the Mona Lisa. I then started to shout this all the time.
-'Law, shut up!' repeatedly shouted by various people.
Today is my 17th bithday.
But since the lack of sleep (above) I spend most of it being tired.
And then I wanted to make something of my day and my mom was totally bitchy.
Seriously, never seen her being more selfish.
All I asked was if we could eat kebab for my birthday
(Eventually we had chinese. I don't even like chinese that much... I want kebab.)
Sorry, this is just me being tired and having PMS.
bye bye







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*runs off*
[thanks voor het rome-reis kaartje ^-^<3)
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I feel decadent when I describe myself as an artist while there are people who draw or write on every little piece of paper they get their hands on, with any pen or pencil or even a piece of wood.
That doesn't mean I don't enjoy trying to be one.
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