Day Three - "Hangover: Part Three"

Christ, I left quite an unnecessary cliffhanger! I did not mean to take this long to blog but things get in the way (such as the fact that you wait months for a house party and three come along in the same week)! Also, I have so much to blog about that is not related to holiday but I cannot blog about that otherwise it would ruin the fluidity of the holiday blogs. (And we cannot be having that, can we?)

So where were we? Ah, yes, waiting for Richard to arrive home after he went missing! Did Richard die? Was he arse-raped? Well, all is about to be conveniently revealed, without the over-usage of rhetorical questions!


Wednesday, 15th June 2011


As this was nearly three weeks ago, details are going to begin to get sketchy! What I can remember of the Wednesday is Lauren and me had decided the previous night to get up and go to the internet cafe so she could speak to Colin on Skype. Obviously, not realising how late the previous night was going to be, you would be right to assume that I struggled to get up. However, at eight in the morning I was pretty wide awake (So take that!)

We made our way down the road of our hotel for nine but we discovered the internet cafe opened at ten. Also, it became apparent that I was desperately needing some beach towels (baggage limits had prevented me from taking no towels with me, fuck you First Choice). We decided it would be a good idea to go for a walk down the strip and take it easy. It was quite nice, it was not too warm and it was quiet, plus it was good to able to admire the beach promenade sober, in the daylight. Once it was getting nearer to ten, we made our way back up to our hotel where we stopped outside a little beach stall selling beach towels. I was about to show the owner which one I wanted, when this vulgar foreign woman snatched it out my hand, and basically swotted me away. Whilst muttering under my breath what a bitch she was, in a real fucking polite way of course, I purchased a Thomas the Tank Engine towel (naturally) and a dolphin one.

(In a sidenote, I just remembered that the previous night, a man asked me to marry him in Slam's Cafe. My first answer was 'No' but when he asked me if I was single, he enquired as to what the problem was. I have to hand it to the bloke, he made a compelling argument, therefore I accepted his marriage proposal but who the fuck he was, I do not know!)

We made our way back to the internet cafe which was STILL not open. We killed time in the supermarket buying handwash that we never ever used, sitting on the steps and waiting outside the door until half an hour had gone by and we had had enough. We went to our room for a spot of breakfast (my breakfast consisted of a chocolate croissant and a glass of fruit juice EVERY day) then decided to make our way to the boys room and received no answer, so we scooted along to the girl's room where Scott answered and... wait for it... told us that Richard has indeed returned home, thankfully, so panic over. (I know my blog account up until now has showed no hint of calamity over Richard's disappearance but we were worried)! He had a massive cut that stretched from his wrist to his elbow and had blanked out for five and a half hours before somehow remembering where he was and making his way home. (Therefore, it is still impossible to rule out the chance that he may have been arse - raped). Everyone was up apart from Grant and Richard (Grant had had a very tiring night before for other reasons, bless him). So like the great friends that we are, we decided to throw a glass of water over the both of them in bed although we aimed mostly at Richard as revenge for all the worrying we did. Richard's response was 'Why is there a puddle in my bed?' whilst Grant's face was a beautiful picture of utter confusion.

Grant's confusion, wonderfully captured on camera

After that, the six of us made our way down to the pool, where I sunbathed for a while before going with Grant (who had eventually arisen from his sleep) and Lauren to the internet cafe (which was finally opened), and I managed to speak to Laura, Devon and Ellyn and of course, recount the events of the previous night. We went into the pool where we discussed Richard's adventures of the night before, which we discovered had a remarkable resemblance to the 'Hangover' movie, therefore we decided that night would be known as the 'Hangover: Part Three'. We then headed for lunch at the restaurant in the hotel where I had a BLT which was amazing. We decided that because the prices were so good, we would eat in the restaurant for dinner that night (Which proved to be a very good decision!) After taking about half an hour, we finally decided to purchase tickets off of Tori for the Disco Orange opening with Twice as Nice (who only Amy had heard of) and the Artful Dodger (who was quite big in the nineties with Craig David... yeah, he wasn't that famous).

We all got ready and went down for dinner, where we sampled the restaurant and got to know Julie and Chris, our waitress/waiter (and there was the manager, who had platinum blond hair and was a little strange but oh well!). Whilst we were at dinner, Julie informed us that if we ate in the restaurant for the whole of our holiday, they would give us a ten percent discount, which was awesome! We then went up into our apartment and invited everyone round for drinking games. We played the Osama Bin Laden Game, where the dare cards came in very handy. Richard and Lauren swapped clothes, Grant and Richard gave each other a sexy dance and Lisa had to walk like an Egyptian. We also found out some very interesting truths from people but the less said about that, the better (I know you like details, but I've been prevented by a gagging order called 'What is said in Bulgaria, Stays in Bulgaria'). It was also during this game that we all started to get very pished and Scott was downing glasses half full of vodka.

Richard suited that dress far too much

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Finally, at around 11pm, we made our way to Disco Orange which was not too far and once we had got in, we headed for the chillout zone, which took Lisa and me five minutes to discover that the room did not have a roof and was outside! We all sat down. We were all having a good time, enjoying our drinks and Scott, Grant and Richard all seemed very happy with their purchase of a litre of Jaegerbomb! Of course, that was when Scott projectile vomited over everyone's drinks and shoes, hence, quick shuffle to another sofa (by funny coincidence, the irish lads who a few of us had spoke to the night before, sat on the whitied couch, without realising it was 'ahem' covered in vomit.) Once Scott had returned back from the bathroom and having ditched his shirt (which he said his Mum would be happy about because she hated ironing it), we returned to somewhat normality. We later headed inside where we gradually made our way to the front of Artful Dodger

Scott: Post whitey

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I am going to strive away from the Artful Dodger now to deeply analyse what happened next. There were three large steps that lead up to the stage and I was just at the bottom of them. Now, I did something very foolish and made eye contact with the guy on the step in front of me. Flirty, wrong eye contact. He was not particularly good looking (I know I'm not the best looking either but believe me, I'm being kind by stating it as that). It was only when he grabbed my hands for a dance that I realised I was in too deep and that I would have to go through with what I had started. Worst part? Well, that possibly could have been when I realised his eyes were too far apart and I was staring at his nose to be polite or that when he got down the step, he was about a foot smaller than me. And yet, I still danced and pulled him. It was only when he said the magic words 'I guess it's your apartment then?' that the evil enchantment broke and I ran back to Grant, Scott and Richard, lucky to have my life and the small amount of dignity I had left intact. Now, following this experience, I have decided that after sticking my toe into the pool of small people, I literally must be with someone taller than me or the same height, preferbly with their eyes slightly together. I also kissed another two guys that night... when did I become a whore?

Drink is very bad...

Most of the night was filled with dancing and such and then at around 3pm, Lauren, Lisa and me had had enough and told the rest of the guys we were heading back to the apartment. We stopped for McDonalds along the way, whilst I carted Lisa home and managed to get to the hotel relatively alive (even though a Taxi driver asked if we wanted a taxi. When our reply was 'No', his next offer was 'Sex?' which we swiftly refused). Lisa crashed on our sofa bed and we were about to go to bed when we heard a knock and Katy, Grant and Richard (who made it home this night) came into our apartment, very drunk. Katy fell on Lauren and then proceeded to dance to Nicole Scherzinger, Grant also nearly fell off the sofa bed. They informed us Scott and Amy were still at the club. Lauren and me decided to go to bed, again when we heard a knock on the door and Scott was standing there... without an Amy. Cue two hours of worrying and the worst thoughts going through your head when we hear a knocking outside down the hall and Lauren and me bolted down to see Amy, no worse for wear but very late home! Once we had established that she was okay, Lauren and me finally went to bed, with Scott joining us on the sofa bed! What a palava!

Lisa and me

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Day Two - 'Yeah, we took too many shots, think we kissed but I forgot'

Tuesday, 14th June 2011

Lauren and me arose from our slumber at around five to one where we realised we had five minutes to get ready for the welcome meeting. We made it, just and Lauren and me joined Amy, Katy and Lisa at the table for the meeting, the only other ones there being a group of older people. Our holiday rep, Tori (actually Victoria but Tori does sound better so I'll give it to her) gave us the lowdown on the resort and the personal recommendation of our very own hotel restaurant. She then provided details on the bar crawl '2wentys', a travel firm within First Choice that is specifically catered for people in my age group were holding that night and spotting an opportunity to get to know the area at night (and obviously the incentive of free shots in every bar), we all decided to part ways with the equivalent of £7.50 to get free entry into three bars and two clubs (not bad).

We then went to the supermarket in the hotel and got a chocolate croissant for breakfast (which was quite tasty, usually these companies can be stingy with the filling but the chocolate was proportionally spread out throughout the whole length of the croissant. What can I say? I enjoy the little things in life). We then met up with the others and decided to go out for a walk to explore the resort along the beach promenade (that takes a full half an hour to walk across). Of course, we got to the end of the road where our hotel was where the big supermarket resides on the corner and we decided to go in and get some supplies (we were self - catering after all). I decided to be good and get sandwich supplies and strawberry - flavoured pina colada of course. Once we dropped off our purchases at the apartment, we again attempted to go for a walk and this time, we were successful. I recognised it well from when I had last been here and very little had changed so all was good. I managed to buy a shot glass from a wee stall and Lisa and me got a 50p ice cream to enjoy whilst we walked along the beach (definitely a good shout). At around five o clock, we decided to head back to the hotel and get ready seeing as we had to meet Tori at the bus stop for quarter to eight.

Lauren and me got ready pretty speedily and decided to go and bother the guys, all of whom were either in the process of getting ready or not ready at all (not pointing any fingers at Scott whatsoever). We were eventually just waiting on Amy getting ready but we made it out to the hotel and went to the Steakhouse opposite the hotel (the promoter literally made us promise we would go to it). It was pretty empty except for the karaoke band and a couple but when the waitress handed out free tequila slammers, well, we simply couldn't refuse. Lisa and me shared a massive calzone and I was given a large vodka and orange that I literally could not drink because it was too strong. Amy and Katy decided to go and find a pay phone whilst we sorted out the bill. With time ticking away, we managed to leave the restaurant with two minutes to spare till we needed to be at the bus stop but by some miracle, we got there in time and met up with Tori and another 2wentys rep and got on the bus to the top of the resort (or as some may call it, 'Party Central').

The girls on holiday!

The first stop on the crawl was a bar called 'Jacks', a british bar. We were informed that we would get our free shot after we left the bar which allowed us to queue to get a drink from the bar. The bar was quite small and due to the sheer number of people on bar crawl, it took forever to get a drink. I finally got a 'Banana Boat' cocktail and I was quite happy, sipping on that. We were then introduced to the rules of the bar crawl by Tori. You were not allowed to hold your drink in your right hand (which is harder than it sounds, believe me, holding your drink in your left hand just doesn't feel natural at all). Girls were not allowed to play with their hair (which I did not abide by at all) and boys were not allowed to have their hands caught down their, 'ahem', pants. (Let's not go down there, if you will forgive the pun).

Fish bowl for £40? No thank you.

As we left, we were given a fruity shot, which was quite nice and then the crawl made its way across the road to Slam's Cafe, the second destination on the bar crawl. We were given a shot as we entered and then got served at the bar relatively quickly. However, it became apparent that the rules of the bar crawl did not extend to people who had two drinks, therefore one had to be downed pretty much as soon as you got it. Combining this with pumping music and drinking games, the night began to get messy and by the time we left that bar, everyone was merry, nighing on drunken mess. We then headed next door to the first club of the night, Revolution, which was an amazing club. It was large and well air-conditioned (very much welcomed in my opinion) and the queue at the bar went down quickly. That was when it got really messy. After the reps decided to put the Hokey Cokey on, a game got underway, involving four men and four bottles of beer...

Hokey Cokey-ness!

The basic aim of the game was for the guys to walk backwards to their bottle of beer and neck it, the first one to do so winning the game. However, in true, 2wenty's fashion, the men were told to take each item of clothing they had off, one by one until they were in their boxers. I genuinely thought that would be it but no, someone shouted for them to go fully naked and despite the rep claiming it was 'totally voluntary' each of them stripped down and were completely starkers. Now, in the previous bar, I had met a lovely man, whose name I never did find out but I called him Brummie and he called me Glasgow (no names, so, mysterious don't you think?) At this precise moment, he decided to come up and say 'Hello' again before noticing there were four naked men in front of him. He then proclaimed that he didn't want to watch it because he wasn't gay and walked away. Oh, how I laughed. But anyway, back to the naked men. They were next told to get on their hands and knees and crawl backwards to the beer but of course before it could get started, one woman proceeded to bite every single one of the guy's bums and then one girl decided to and there is genuinely no other way to put this, suck the guy's cock on the end (Yum.) Finally, the game got underway and all four men crawled backwards and downed their beers (no hands covering their appendages either). Then the reps (and Scott, who was eager to participate) proceeded to pour what beer remained in the bottle over the guys heads. Although I had never seen such public humilation, nakedness and penis in my life before, I also could not stop laughing, even as things returned to normal and the dancing went back underway!

No words...

We then left through the back door of the club and went to the fourth place, Club Tropicana, which was right on the beach and on stilts almost. We got in and due to the place being so dark, I could not see the prices. Plus, the english guy next to me had difficulties ordering with the bar maid so I played it safe with a Barcardi Breezer (probably a good thing, I was 'gone' by this point). I guess it was just after this I got my holiday pull count rolling. However, I wanted to die when Grant went to shake his hand after we had 'ahem' finished. It was also probably around this point when Scott pulled a girl, then Grant pulled the same one so Scott moved onto her best friend. Oh, the amusement I had when I informed them that they were on our flight home (Hehehehee...) Then, I ventured outside into what could be described as a veranda, balcony - type thing where Amy and Katy were talking with a group of irish lads. Ryan from Wolverhampton, who got my personal pull count going came back for 'ahem' seconds and Lauren, bless her, came over to speak to me before she realised what was going on and apologised for interrupting. Lauren and me spoke for a while before Grant came up to us and began leaning on the wall, telling us his adventures in the bar. The only problem was, the wall was not actually a wall, more like a net cordoning off another part of the bar. Yeah... the net snapped and Grant went tumbling down a few steps and split his trousers along the inner leg. The irish lads laughed and pointed before Amy informed that indeed, we were all with him. However, I can honestly say I have never laughed so much as I did at that point and it made my night, if not my entire holiday. Grant, in his drunken state shrugged it off and went on with the night, the trooper!

We then left Club Tropicana and headed to the final destination, Iceberg! Whilst walking Ryan and three of his friends enclosed around my personal bubble asking how much I 'wanted' it (there were more graphic details but for the sake of common and public decency, they shall not be posted). Lauren and me then talked with the brummies as we queued to get in. With a free shot of Sambucca, I really was absolutely out of my box. The night is a blur of toliet queues, dancing on a pyramid - shaped podium, choosing who was the hottest out of the brummie lot (the one I chose had a girlfriend, bummer) and in general dancing. At this point it was only Lisa, Lauren and myself until Grant grabbed us and told us that if we valued his friendship at all, we would wait outside for him. Now, we decided McDonalds was an excellent idea at this point but we decided to go to the Pizza place just outside the club, thus inadvertently following Grant's wishes. With all four of us very pished, we all held hands and walked (occasionally skipped until Grant nearly fell on Lisa) down the beach promenade back to the hotel. We spied a Subway on the way back and Grant asked who was up for one. Despite it being an excellent shout, none of us had any cash on us but we feared for nothing, as Grant whipped out his bank card and bought us all subways (I would like to take the opportunity to state that I asked numerous times if he was sure, which he replied 'Yes'. In no way did I take advantage of a very drunk man.) Ordering from Subway was fun, due to the fact all the staff gathered round to watch Grant announce that he already had a twelve inch and other various jokes and drunken behaviour. We scranned our subways and then finally got back to the hotel. I put Lauren to bed and left with Lisa to wait in her apartment for the other girls to show up. Katy came back with a cut knee so we all turned nurse and looked after her. It was only at this point we realised that Richard had not been seen since Revolution and was now missing. I stayed up till three worrying then decided it was pointless and went to bed, hoping he'd be back by the time I woke up the next morning!

A brilliant first night! But where is Richard?

Ooft, left that on a cliffhanger, didn't I?

Day One - 'We're flying on a jet plane'

I need to start blogging about holiday otherwise I will forget everything! So I shall start now...

Monday, 13th June 2011

Now, I do not know about you lot but I am a firm believer that the first day of any holiday includes the day you actually physically travel on. On this said day then, I got up really early, mainly because my sister woke me up by spraying perfume in my face (Not intentionally she says but I beg to differ, hurumph!). Although my face now smelled nice and floral with a hint of musky vanilla (totally making this up...), my sleep was sadly interrupted and I got up at half eight (an insane time to be out of bed), rather grumpy. Not a great start to a day that promised to be exciting and happy. My Dad was up though so I managed to spend some time with him before he went off to work in Leeds for the week. Of course, the way we spent it was naturally introducing him to the wonder that is The Jeremy Kyle Show and witnessing possibly the biggest fight I have ever seen on the show. We were both laughing our heads off! Then, we parted ways and I got showered and did a last baggage weight check before chilling for a few hours.

Rather surprisingly, not one tear fell from my eye as I bid farewell to my family (Oh, don't you love how Shakespearean it all sounds, if only there was a balcony around at the time, I would definitely have used that to emphasise the parting of ways... sort of getting ahead of myself now...). I'm usually quite a soppy person, I mean, I had a tear in my eye when I said 'Goodbye' to Laura, Devon and Jill at the food court (may as well keep the romance of the story up, right? Nothing quite romantic like dramatically waving goodbye to your friends outside a chinese place that caters for lovers of chips and cheese). Mother kindly drove me to Lisa's Dad's house (who was giving us a lift, not the house silly,Lisa's Dad!) and I piled into the car with Lisa, Lisa's Dad, Lauren and me and waved goodbye to mother. It was quite an entertaining car trip, Lisa's Dad is quite hilarious and we had a wee giggle on the way to the airport, often at the expense of poor Lisa's navigation skills!

Our wee trio then arrived at the airport and made our way to the very specifically pointed out rendezvous area and discovered we were the only ones there at the time. Cue march to Starbucks for a well-deserved hot chocolate (deserved because I had only gotten four hours sleep the night before and I was still in a state of buzz, commendable, yes I think so). Everyone then started to arrive, except for Katy, who texted to say she was going to be a wee bit later because her Mum had been stopped by the police for speeding! A dramatic start to the holiday, no? Thankfully, we all arrived safe and sound and checked in with relative ease. Of course, a little competition happened to see who had the lightest bag (thankfully, the baggage allowance was shared out amongst the group, news that was definitely well - received by the girls). At 14.8 kg, I just squeezed past it so I sighed relief, whilst Richard was 9kg. Genuinely cannot fathom how someone could travel so light! We then headed to security, my 'favourite part' of the whole airport experience. You could be a nun going through security and you would still feel incredibly guilty. I also managed to be the only one in the party to set off the buzzers which was of course, quite pleasant. But I made it through, despite all my worrying that I was going to be accused of some atrocious crime, falsely of course. Then, we went through Duty Free, where upon getting excited about two massive bottles of smirnoff  for £18 was dashed when it for non - EU flights only! Oh, I cannot describe the sadness felt amongst the group, it was almost tangible in a sad, depressed way. We then headed to Wetherspoons (naturally) where I enjoyed a nice Kopparberg before heading to WHSmith for a customary airplane scran, including a rather tasty chicken fajita wrap, om nom nom! I exited WHSmith to see a whoosh of Richard and Scott running which meant our gate was open, we marched in an orderly fashion to the gate where we only had to wait for ten minutes before we boarded the plane.

Lauren, me and Amy in 'Spoons' in Glasgow Airport!

Due to the fact there were two different booking references, six of were seated in the back of the plane and two were seated in the front. Now, because Lauren and me are just top guys, we decided to take one for the team and sit in the two at the front. It was at this point that I realised I did not have my leaver's hoody on my person, a fact I mentioned to Lauren but thought it was pointless going to find it now and resolved to find it when I got back from holiday (let's face it, I did not need a hoody for where I was going). An announcement in the plane said "A hoody from Duncanrig Secondary School has been found, if this is your hoody, please make yourself known to a member of the flight crew". And so my hoody was returned to me (despite it being the shitest hoody ever, I am rather attached to the darn thing).

A smooth take-off, fruit pot courtesy of Lauren, Lauren and me dancing to tunes on her iPod and a smooth landing later, we arrived in Bulgaria! We were ushered down the steps (where the iconic warm holiday breeze hit our faces) and were bussed to the airport and through passport control and baggage reclaim. The whole process took around half an hour which isn't bad. We then found our way to our travel rep and were told to get on bus thirty-eight and we all did the traditional thing of sitting at the back of the bus. Our drop-off was second and we arrived at the Poseidon Hotel. It looked nice in the photos but in reality, it was just sheer impressive. It also has a supermarket in the actual hotel which was twenty-four hour (very handy, if you get what I'm saying, especially selling schnapps for around a fiver). We checked in, got a security deposit box and then went to our respective rooms. Lauren and me were genuinely impressed with our apartment, it was actually livable. The bathroom contained a corner bath, with a step, there was a phone above the toliet. a microwave and hob and just many wonderful things to be honest.

Our gorgeous hotel, shaped like a ship because of the 'Poseidon movie', less tragic though!

We then decided we would fully utilise the supermarket's epic openess and get some nibbles in before we decided to unpack and be tidy holidaymakers (this was mainly due to the fact it was six o clock in the morning and we were not even tired). We finally decided to collapse on the sofa bed at quarter past seven and the plan was to fall asleep whilst watching MTV but due to the Sofa bed's sandy lumpiness, we retired to the bedroom and slept quite soundly for a few hours.

Lauren getting underway with the un-packing!

Team Bulgaria '11

Well, I couldn't not do a blog about holiday, could I?

I can honestly say that Bulgaria '11 was one of the best holidays I have ever been on. Absolutely nothing went wrong so I did not have to do my usual panicking and over-stressing about things, there were no major arguments between the eight of us which is an amazing feat, the hotel was amazing, the staff were lovely, the weather was hot, hot, hot, I came back with a great, even tan, the prices were phenomenally cheap and I came back with enough stories to last a lifetime! I am going back next year, whether it is with people or by myself, I literally do not care and I'm going back to the same hotel and everything, I would not want it any other way!

Now, a good place to start would be at the very beginning, which as the legendary Julie Andrews once said. 'is a very good place to start'. But I shall start it tomorrow because as another wise woman said (ergo, me) it is better to write things with a brain unclouded with tiredness!

She was a very wise woman.

Let me introduce you...

Hello lovely readers! I have now returned to the world of blogging and such like after nearly two weeks away and I'm going to celebrate my return in a somewhat odd fashion that no-one could have ever predicted in their wildest dreams.

I am going to lament the decline of Home and Away.

I used to watch Home and Away when I was around thirteen/fourteen with my mother and it has taken me five years to realise how many hot men were in it at the time I watched it. And believe me, there were many! I think my loss of viewership coincided with the loss of these hot people and that is the reason why it went downhill, in my humble but oh-so-right opinion. Of course, I cannot possibly put my thoughts out there unless I showed some evidence for the basis of my argument (hence, cue hot men photos!)

1. Kim (Chris Hemsworth)

Kim was a beautiful man, genuinely beautiful. And now he's Thor, WIN! He also was in Star Trek.




2. Jack (Paul O' Brien)

When he first arrived, complete in Police Uniform, you knew he was going to be good. Then they killed him off! GRRR! (It's hard to see the attraction from the photo but he was definitely a ten on the 'Ooft scale'!)




3. Robbie (Jason Smith)

The cute nerdy one with glasses who went off with airy fairy Tasha. At least they had a 'happy ending' (well not really, with her getting raped by a guy in a cult so they could proclaim the baby as God or something, who knows?) by leaving 'Death' bay and going to live in the USA! He then became a power ranger.

The time has come now...

Well, this will be my last blog before my holiday to the Bulge! I'm so excited I could squeee very loudly in my living room but it is 02:21 in the morning, the family are in bed snoozing and yes, I actually do have some decorum left in me before I lose it all in the next week and become a 'shameless drunk' in Sunny Beach.

Hopefully I'll have many stories to tell about my adventures in Bulgaria when I come back (and provide some much needed bloggage material, my well of witty remarks and funny statements is running dry)! Plus it keeps the girlfriend amused...

I'll miss loads of people though. Being the sad, sentimental bugger I am I'll miss my family (who I will no doubt cry when I say goodbye to them), my friends, my cat, my bed, the UK health standards and a population who all speak english (well mostly)!

However, it is Сбогом, приятели from me and hopefully I'll come back with a beautiful tan, some hilarious stories and a relatively healthy liver.

Explanation of another part of my psyche...

I inherited many things from my parents (obviously, you see, they are my parents, funny that...). I'm not being big headed but there are some good things about me. My good taste in music (I would go as far as epic but that would seem immodest of me), my sense of humour and my generosity are all good things I like about myself! But there are three things that I inherited from the darling parentals which I dislike majorly.

1. My ridiculous need to cry at everything and when I'm angry (I cried at River City once...)
2. My quick temper (Yeah, not even funny how quickly I can lose it, I even scare myself sometimes)
3. The fact that I worry about everything to such massive extremes (HATE, HATE, HATE!)

The third one is the worst to control. A few people can vouch for my worrisome nature, especially Devon who had to deal with me freaking out on the train journey to Wales from Glasgow (and that was quite stressful) and now I have to contend with the fact that I am going away abroad, without my parents, or teachers, just myself actng like an adult and being responsible for myself. Now, when I put it like that, that scares me. It's completely irrational and ridiculous. I'm the first to admit this but I like to feel safe and that part of me holds me back. I hate it with a passion as does everyone else around me but it's a part of me nonetheless and something outwith my control.

How the hell I'm going to cope going abroad by myself for three months for university is a fact I genuinely cannot contemplate right now...

I'm hoping writing it down in black and white will act as therapy for me. I am going with seven other grown-ups, three of whom went on holidays last year and came back unscathed and happy so that's good and puts my mind at rest. They also know what to expect so that puts me at ease. Also, we have a Grant, who can argue to the death which could also prove handy! I have Lauren right by my side too which helps because she understands what I'm like! And if anything does go wrong, it is outwith my control, everyone is in the same boat and I can't do anything about it! So, I'll try not to worry anymore because Bulgaria is going to be great fun! I can't believe the day has finally arrived, it's quite worrying how quick the year is going! I will be truly happy when I arrive in my apartment but for now, I'm just going to enjoy the buzz of holiday like everyone else is!