Constant Illuminations

Just about started crying on the phone to my Mum after she asked me if it was sad saying goodbye to the guy who was like my best friend over here. Definitely having a little sob to myself now that i’m finished talking to her.

Today marks the beginning of my last week in Germany.

I’m back at the stage where I burst into tears at random points of the day, when thinking that I only have a week and a bit left over here…

Last week, a kid sitting in front of me stood up and he had a dick drawn on his back. He was raging. It was hilarious!

Today in one of my classes, we were making a list on the board of all the things you can do in the UK. One girl put her hand up and went: “You can visit Miss Bell”. I aww-ed so much at it.

Essentially, I got very lost on the way to the venue last night, and have just worked out that I must have walked around three kilometres trying to find it. Google maps is shit. I’ve just looked up the route again, and it gave me a much easier one this time - definitely not what I had written down for last night. I spent like half an hour on the phone to my Mum, trying to figure out where I was going; which cost me around 10 Euros. My Mum wanted me to give up and go back to the hotel (does she not know me at all?!)

The venue was only like 3 minutes away from the station, and was very easy to find, if you had decent directions. Unfortunately, I missed the majority of Young Guns’ set. But Lostprophets definitely made it worthwhile. It was worth all the hassle i’d been through to get to the venue. The crowd persuaded them to play ‘Godzilla’, which is always fun. And I got to meet Young Guns at the end (though only got a photo with Gus and Fraser).

Finding the station afterwards was easy, although I did spend the whole time waiting for my train, trying to stop myself from throwing up. I have no idea what was wrong. Maybe it was the fact that I had done so much walking/rushing about so close to having eaten dinner. Anyway, it was a good evening, and at least I have a story to go with it.

“I shit you not, there’s a gruene sosse festival in Frankfurt”.

Why the fuck have I never listened to Thrice until now?