Osbournes go vacation
<<2003-05-08 - 3:26 p.m.>>

I booked a holiday! I can’t believe it. 6 weeks, 21st June and me and Sarah fly out to the Costa del Sol. We’re staying in the Stella Polaris apartments in Torremolinos, my favourite place in the world, £250 for one week including flights, accommodation, insurance and transfers, and we’ll have the high-speed train to travel up and down the coast, places to go, mountains, theme parks, the beach, a whole week with nobody nagging us, over 1000 miles from everyone. I can’t wait. It’s so been my dream to go abroad by myself for a few years now, and I’m finally doing it and plus I’m paying for it entirely myself! I actually earned the cash, which makes me feel… pretty damn good. It’s with Airtours and we fly from Leeds Bradford airport, not that anyone needs to know that. I’m so excited!

Rob didn’t tell me something which I consider to be important. I’m being cryptic but, picture something really important related to someone in his family, and he didn’t tell me about it for 2 entire weeks. Granted, he didn’t tell anyone, but I could have helped him through it if I had known. I feel a bit like he didn’t trust me which I suppose is me being paranoid but it would be nice to be told things. I knew there was something wrong with him! I knew there was and when I asked point blank he still said he was fine. Sigh. Oh well at least it’s not something that will have consequences as it turns out. It wasn’t what they thought it was.

I worked yesterday, made more cash-money. Which I’ll need if I take about £400 with me to Spain. It’s the first time I’ve been to Spain since I started Spanish A-Level, and now I’ll be able to speak the lingo. It might be useful knowing our luck.

I finished my art exam. Now just to concentrate on putting up the exhibition of my work in the college Art department show, my oral exams in 2 languages, driving, and work.

The parents head off to Amsterdam for the weekend tomorrow afternoon, so after me and Sarah go out (to see X-Men 2, cause we loved the first one, then to get drunk) we can come back and have the house to ourselves for the weekend. Well, a night and a day. Of course Saturday I work and I can’t leave the house for the whole of Saturday night cause I can’t leave the dog alone overnight but still, huge house to myself? Doesn’t get better than this!

I had this dream last night... I was on holiday with the Osbournes, in fact I think I was Kelly... and something really awful happened and I started to cry and when I woek up I was sobbing my heart out and tears were soaking my pillow and rolling down my cheeks. It's been a long while since I woke up crying. Anyone else do that or is it just me?

Kay, off to write my Art Exam final statement… essentially a load of bull about symbolism and existential thought. I’m good at bull you know. As you can probably tell from this diary. Heh.

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