Washing My Life Away.

That Confident Holiday Feeling

So, I was on holiday the other week. Where we went, there is this fabulous water park with the most monstrous slides but it was reem, fecking reem it was! We got there on the Tuesday and at the moment, it's Friday.

Well I'm not going into much detail but it was my frenemy's first holiday and I was showing her round and how to do normal holiday stuff like respecting life Guards and things like that. Anyhow, she, Georgia, was eating her dinner when I went on this amazing slide which was a plug hole type (Google it) and at the top there was this lad, I dunno how old he was but he asked if I had already been on it and I was like yeah, yeah of course but I had not, me living the thug lyf.

He was called Aaron and lives in Nottingham. I was now practically doing some strange rhino-hippo-kangaroo-lion dance, (trust me, it's fricking amazing) just because he was talking to me in a normal conversation, LMAO!! We were chilling and eating ice cream together. And despite having a great time, I knew I was way older than him.

But we were eating dinner and Aaron asked me how old I was, so i was like 15. He then cursed "ohh shit" under his breath so I was like "go on tell me how old you are". When he said 12, well I nearly spat my spicy meat burrito in his face.

I mean, why do I always get the babies, well I don't really get any to be honest! We carried on having fun in the park until he had to leave for his hotel.

This is the point where I cry and wail and attract attention for my need of 12 year old boys who are that cute they haven't even hit bladdy puberty yet!!

Nah, I'm just kidding, we exchanged Facebook details and now I. Back I'm rainy England whilst he is is still in Greece! Charming.

The holiday confidence is gone and now I am like a squid in a cardboard box(crazy huh!)

Short chapter. I don't really know what I'm doing pahaaaa.

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