split.
One minute we're the best of friends and the next she's hating me for 'not informing her' that I went downstairs and had some orange juice. Mikaela needs to sort out her personalities. I kept a diary while I was there, hiding it from her is one of the hardest things I've ever done. Not kidding here, it's like she had to control everything. If I'm reading a book she'll snatch it from me, if I'm sorting out my clothes she watches me like a hawk and when I go anywhere, even if it's to the next room for a few seconds she'll pounce on me and demand what I was doing and why she wasn't invited. Keeping anything a secret from this girl was like holding back a hungry lion from it's prey. But I think I did it. Sharing a room with her was difficult too, I just about survived. Of course I was yelled at again for the most stupid things, such as squeezing lemons. The worst came on the last night though; we were sitting at dinner filling out an opinions form. Being in Spain meant it was all in Spanish and since I'd studied it for three years I was writing it down. Mikaela, who has studied it for less than one was getting angry that she didn't understand much of what I was saying so asked if she could fill out the last box. I agreed, not wanting to set her off and helped her with her spelling, grammar and all that. Then she's bragging about it to everyone so I say 'you're welcome' next thing I know she's screaming at me, shoving past upstairs to our room then locks the door and starts to trash the place. And do I get an apology or an 'are you ok?' from anyone? No. I get told-off and forced to apologize for doing nothing. Why? Because I'm not the one wrecking the place. I'm getting punished for staying composed when I should rightfully be crying. Would it make them any happier if I did? I wouldn't think so...
smoke.
Now I know where Mikaela gets it from, her dad and her are just as bad as each other. He's quick to jump to someones throat, a real control freak and explodes when he doesn't get his own way. He hates me nearly as much as she does, always pointing out my faults and telling me off for wearing a top nowhere near as bad as the one his daughter has on. He heavily smokes and drinks, something I'd convinced my mum not to do while we're away. Within 24 hours he'd bullied her into a cigarette and giving her liver a good kicking.
dizzee.
Okay. This is the part of the post where you'll probably be like 'who are you and what the crocodile hat have you taken?' because this bit is the small and oh-so-typical part of me. The main reason I went to Spain was to go to the music festival (there's a poster at the bottom of the last post if you're a little lost) and... I HUGGED DIZZEE RASCAL. It's confession time, me being a sort-of punk loving, metal head-banging rock chick normally I would stay far away from such 'music' but I have always had an (extremely large) soft spot for Dizzee. He was so nice and friendly, he's gig was amazing (and we even got his autograph! Pshyeah. Actually the whole festival was awesome! (brace yourselves) in playing order, here were my favorites:
Kasabian, Ray Davies, Southern Arts Society, The Temper Trap, Love of Lesbian, Puggy, The Scratch Perverts, Vampire Weekend, Hot Chip, Goldfrapp, Calvin Harris, Mumford & Sons, Klaxons, Ash, PiL, The Japanese Popstars, The Rushkins, The Cribs, Gorillaz, Dizzee Rascal, Leftfield, Echo & the Bunnymen, Foals, I Blame Coco and The Two Door Cinema Club!
Just realized that's everyone I saw. Except Lily Allen, she cancelled. Oh and the Prodigy, they were so boring and repetitive, mum and I left and went to PiL instead. So glad we did, they were brilliant! Johnny Rotten is my hero! You might remember him from the Sex Pistols, he was the singer before that guitarist overdosed. The photo at the top there is the Gorillaz, I was right at the front and the dude threw water at us!
And that's all she can write folks, this girl needs pizza. It's good to be back. :)
