God, I can't wait until summer. I know this isn't going to happen, but let me dream about it anyway.
We're within walking distance of the beach. All of our tents facing each other, a little lantern marking the centre. Camping seats set up around the clearing with a windbreaker shielding us from the outside world. Fairy lights strung up everywhere. Everyone sitting around laughing, playing games, drinking beer, getting ready to go down to the beach...Whatever the hell we feel like basically. Retiring to bed whenever we want. Waking up every morning with Xavi wrapped around me and not having to feel guilty about it. Wandering around barefoot with a bikini top & long skirt with my hair curly from the saltwater, making breakfast for everyone, pondering what we want to get up to that day. Looking after ourselves for once - no GCSEs to think about, 10 weeks of summer holiday stretching ahead of us and, hopefully, the occasional spot of *gasp* ...Sun.
Man I'm excited. We HAVE to sort something out. Even if it kills me, I WILL go camping for a week this summer. D:
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- January 12, 2009
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