tears
I thought it was hard leaving. What I didn’t realise then, is that it’s easier to leave somewhere when you can turn around and run back and get those last hugs in, and the last waves, and know that there’s someone feeling the same on the other side. The worst part is being so far away, with no one to turn around and run back to, and thinking of how much you truly miss those people.
While I was in Scotland…
I…
Lived in AKD and watched the APPRENTICE,
Had BANTEROUS times while taking BUMMING photos,
Became mates with CUNTY CHOPS,
Went to DUSK Monday’s after discussing DRIPPING on DUM-YAT,
Put the wrong EM-PHA-SIS on the wrong syl-lab-le,
Did FUCK-ALL on Thursdays, and then went to FUBES,
Tried to keep up my GRADES,
Saw a HAIRY COO and many people HØMPING AWAY,
Tried IRN BRU and experienced INTERKITCHING,
Made JOKES with JUICY,
Lived with KITCH 5 and constantly lost my KEYS,
Skipped LECTURES while singing about LOCH LOOOMOND,
Found out Ian is a MUNTER, while looking for MORALS, and going M.I.A.,
Was taught the difference between pasta and NOODLES by NORWAY,
Heard many a “…ONCE” story,
Watched Britterz PULL a PHENOMINAL amount of randoms,
Thought everything was QUALITY,
RAGED when the boys thieved my mattress,
Went to STUDIO for 1/2 priced pitchers and to laugh at SLAGS,
Ordered TASTEBUDZ while TAKING THE PISS out of Claire,
Refused to wear UNDERWEAR,
Drank VERMOUTH while watching Joj get hit in the VULVA,
Consumed too much WINE while calling people WANKERS,
Joked about taking X with Brittany, and learned what XXX stands for,
Got YELLED at for “breaking a window”, and watched Taylor Swift on YOUTUBE,
and Bought trainers with ZEBRA stripes.
In 100 Days (THE END)
100) I have said the second half of my hardest goodbyes, and cried on a plane for 10 hours straight. I don’t want to be home.
In 100 Days (continued)
99) I have said half of my hardest goodbyes, and slept next to him for the last time for ages. I don’t want to go home.
In 100 Days (continued)
98) I have refused to pack, and had an AMAZING evening participating in pub golf. The after effects… were not so nice…
In 100 Days (continued)
97) I have returned to the land I feel most loyalty to, and had my mattress stolen by thieves down the hall… while I was in the shower. Wankers.
In 100 Days (continued)
96) I have stayed in the MOST adorable hostel EVER, and will be signing off from Italy tomorrow. FINALLY GOING HOME!
In 100 Days (continued)
95) I have floated down a street. And saw a Scotsman in Italy. I can’t wait to get back!!
