FINALLY! I CAN POST IT!
Warning: This might only be posted Saturday or Sunday or even later. EDIT: I was right… Way later.
Wednesday 15th of July – We leave the house at quarter to midday.
1.37 p.m. Stuck in traffic.
Our adventures up until now are as follow:
1st. My head in sister’s lap. Sister somehow hurts herself. “I hurt my eyelash.” *insert giggle*
Me “You can’t hurt an eyelash. Lemme explain.” Tries to grab handful of sister’s hair. “I won’t hurt you! Look,” manages to take a strand of hair. “If I ‘hit’ your hair like this, does it hurt your hair? No.”
2nd. My head in sister’s lap. I sit up. Sister has scarf with a loose strand. We pull at strand for a few minutes, like the immatures drunk-like (but not really drunk) idiots that we are. (We were tired, weird, giggly…) (PS: We’re 15 and 12. Yeah, we’re immature. *goofy grin*.)
Eventually, we pull the strand out. “Huh oh.” Cut fit of giggles from both of us.
Then my brother joins in and all three of us bat at the strand for a while. Then we discover it can hold on its own to the ceiling of the car. More batting at it like deranged human-cats. Then we blow at the strand until it falls. And repeat.
At some point the strand was holding not only on its own, but somehow one end was held by an invisible strand! “It’s floating!” (It was actually a very fine strand from the ceiling of the car.)
Here’s a picture, even though you can’t see it:
EDIT: Whoops, you literally CAN’T see the picture. (I actually meant the strand thingy.) I haven’t uploaded the picture yet.
3rd. My eyes widen, I look around me. What’s that whooshing noise? Can everyone hear it? What’s going on?!
An hour and fifteen minutes my brother had set a countdown on his iPod, for one hour and fifteen minutes. And now it was barking.
After that I don’t remember what happened…
I do know that we had a lot of fights, we stopped for sweets, chocolate, and watched some FRIENDS.
Around midnight: We arrive at the hotel. Finally.
It took us twelve hours to do 7 hours worth of driving. Traffic, road accidents, food breaks and us being us (i.e. Us being unlucky)… All that added FIVE hours to the journey.
Thursday 16th of July
1 a.m. In hotel room. Face soap thing kinda leaked in bag with shampoo and stuff. Empty it. Clean it. Reput the stuff back in.
2 a.m. Still awake.
3 a.m. Still awake.
3.30 a.m. Still awake? I don’t know…
6 a.m. Brother wakes up. Wakes us up. Go back to sleep, somehow.
9 a.m. Father tells us to hurry up, breakfast is closed after 10 a.m. and I still wanted to shower.
10.30 a.m. (Not sure) We’re driving.
Midday-ish whatever… We stop for lunch.
Now it’s almost 4 p.m. and we’re in Belgium. Soon we’ll cross the border into the Netherlands, then we arrive at my grandmother’s appartment, where I’ll sleep with my sister. Tomorrow, Friday, at 2 p.m. my parents will drop me off at my best friend’s house. 4.35 p.m. the plane my other best friend is on lands.
Plans for Friday: cinema, fun, talking, staying up REALLY late catching up. *SCREAMS* I can’t wait!!!
Number of times we randomly burst into song: countless (over 30)
Number of times we fought: countless
Hours of sleep we got: not many
Writing update: I did some, not much at all, writing. I have a scene planned for later in the novel, just before the “Final victory.”