I may have neglected this blog again, but in my defense, my life has felt like a Final Destination movie for the past two months and I got sick. From stress. Moving on. Nothing to say about september so I'm just going to pick up where I left off with my last post. I apologize in advance for the lack of energy but I’m dying lately, sigh.
After our successful flea market trip I went on vacation with my friends for a couple of days. We really didn't do anything ''interesting'' but it was fun. We ate junk everyday, drank like full time alcoholics and did lots of stupid things. I had to bring back to life my beach house after not using it for 10 years and it was HELL because the guys I rented it to last year stole everything. TMI but bear with me because it's funny LOL.
Besides doing silly crafts and listening to SHINee on repeat there's nothing else. Honestly talking about it doesn't have the same effect but I can promise they were probably the funniest days of this whoole year so far. I need to do it againn soon or I'll pass out.
I hated going to the beach because I can't stand the sun and get nightmares about tanning and sunburns so I lingered in every public space with a huge towel on my head and carried spf EVERYWHERE. But that was part of the fun, I promise. These snacks were panda shaped and they were sooo cute T_T
normal afternoon activity after passung out several times during the day because it was too hot to live |
messy workshop |
Can't share TMI but this was pretty much it. I had lots of fun, and I got to rest. On our last night Ari read tarots to strangers at the bar and we went to the mini market to buy a couple of groceries that I never even use because I was too lazy to cook. We stayed up almost all night and the next morning was probably the weirdest of them all because we had to pack up our stuff but we literally mixed alcohol in our fruit juice and had a mango I forgot for one week under the window for breakfast. As soon as I got back home I passed out and went immediately to work, I don't even k6now how I did it but what I know is that I dissociated for the rest of august, even though we still went out almost everyday. Besides working and dying, I also learned to do my nails.