Gosh, I just got stung by a bluebottle in the ocean just now and I'm not even angry!
I mean, it stings quite an awful lot actually, all over my stomach, and well I suppose my arms, and actually my back too, but I was having such a terribly fun swim and such a terribly fun time I don't even mind! Alls well that ends well, said Shakespear, and I suppose you could say this is currently ending quite badly on account of the constant stinging and horrible hotness because of the hot shower and all, but after that wears off I bet I'll have lots of continued fun!
These past few days, actually every single day since New Years has been...god I cant even.
I find it funny that here i spend days hanging out with people between the ages of 11 and 17 and it isnt even weird. I feel like some innocent nine year old child again. Only I do more fun things and I'm not 9.
Yesterday was amazing because I spent the day with Hugh and Louis and Molly and Cass and beautiful, wonderful Jack -thats what I'll refer to him as now because he is so beautiful and wonderful and drives me places- and we went to jump off the Pier and saw stingrays and laughed at the collection of other knobs jumping off and did flips and Louis accidently on purpose pushed a middle aged man into the water because he was taking too long to jump and fuck I love those guys. And then Harriet arrived and we all went swimming again and everything was so simple and wonderful and happy until me and Molly dived under a wave and somehow became intertwined for 30 seconds underwater. Fuck it, that was hilarious too. I didnt stop laughing for 5 minutes. Everything made me laugh for 5 minutes. Even Hugh's random horrible stories.
And then I went and got pizza with Harriet and some 17 year old 'lad' named Hugo who decided to come into my room afterwards and stay there till 1 in the morning fucking blowing his smoke from his cigarettes all through my bedroom, -hey, thanks mate, love the smell of cursory life- and acting like a... well, typical teenage boy from Sydney. 'talks like such a fukin sik lad' cos he 'got it on with some girl called Alex cos she was on fukin ecstacy or somethin and it wasnt my fault.' Hey buddy, while we're on that topic, please dont stroke my face while you're plaiting my hair, it's strange and confusing. Also, saying, 'oh no I got incense on my hand' isnt my code for, 'please kiss my hand and continue stroking my legs and then hey, pick me up why dont you and lock me in some strange wrestling thing on my balcony while stroking my hair.' All I can say is, poor Alex.
But TODAY was incredibly lovely also. I spent the entire time until just now when a bluebottle stung me on the beach making sand castles with Hugh and Louis and Molly and bla bla the same old crew and then we went swimming again and I don't think words can describe how much I love Louis and Hugh. 'Hey guys, lets play that game where you have to see how long you can lie on your side!' Oh god. Classic Louis. Always. I just want to spend my entire life on the beach watching confused swimmers accidently swim on top of harriet while shes underwater and waiting for her to emerge in between their legs.
Life is so beautiful right now. And I'm saying that with a bluebottle sting chilling all across my fucking stomach.
I never want to come home. Ever. Even if theres a fire.
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