Dear Diary...

Thursday 26th June 2014

We arrived at Chewer's house at half five. Everyone's parents took pictures and telling each other "oh how time flies." Clocks, of course, have wings. Way-to-go logic!

We all then piled into a mini bus and waited for Keepy's late butt to finally show itself. Which it didn't. Sucks to be her!

We were all wondering as to why we were leaving so early, I mean prom starts at seven and it's like, quarter to six? Though we did have sweets, lemonade and unfortunately embarrassing pictures of all of us in the windows for everyone to look at. Fan-bloody-tastic.

The lemonade was nice and chilled so when the bus went over large potholes on the road, are laps were not only sodden, but cold too. Just what everyone wants when you're climbing out of a mini bus with all the onlookers who have their eyes about level with your crotch.

A tip for all: do not start food fights with sticky food in a cramped bus as you can guarantee that you will find some in your hair later on. (Sorry Becca)

Aside from Sod's law, the journey turned out to be quite pleasant. We were partying it up at the back of the bus to possibly the worst songs to get you in a party mood and I don't think a single one of us stopped laughing until we got to Ashton Court.

I Love Trains, Okay?

Light conversation trickled through the seat rows.

The static voice of a woman rings out above everyone else warning them that the next stop is coming up soon and that everyone, not that they need be reminded, should remember to take their belongings.

The late sun warming my face and the elongated window above my head was open ajar and wafting in the smell of the rapidly passing sea.

Out the corner of my eye I could see an attractive man stretching his legs fully into the empty seat opposite and crossing them at the ankle. His head was tilted back in relaxed bliss and he was mouthing along to the music blasting from his headphones. Judging by the badge around his neck he was a nurse that worked at a local hospital, yet his lycra shorts and top would say otherwise.

I turned back to my window and the scene had changed completely. The grass was long and fluffy like rolling green waves and the trees were vibrant and bright. There were acres upon acres of green fields.

That's what tends to happen to one on a train, look away for a few minutes and you'll miss everything.