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Amsterdam was alot of fun, even better because I didn't know about it until threehours before my plane took off.
and my dad is now my favourite person ever for organising it especially as I haven't been speaking to my mum for seventeen, seventeen! days.
vondelpark in the sunshine, fivethirty am each morning. I haven't woken up later than six this holiday which is funny for me because schooldays I'm the total opposite, and it's pointless trying to get anything out of me until nine. but it's good because it means I've got abit of lorraine kelly and trisha every morning, love those two
Lex, the man I stayed with, was just a total twentyyearold-german copy of father ted, I laughed at him so much. all he needed was an irish accent and I swear it would have been perfect.
but he spoke very little english, which meant I had three days of nonstop german speaking.
this time round it was much better because I could skip all the tourist bits and see the city
I LOVE: plane jets, reflections, the artful dodger from oliver twist
haha I remember craig david "re-rewind the crowd say bo selectaa"
what a strange man.
um, I'm sorta giving up on livejournal because what-is-the-point
but
don't you just want to be a power ranger?
