Temper, temper.

Hello! I’ve returned! Enjoyed your time without me? I’ve had a great time in Cornwall, except going back to all my missed posts is going to be a nightmare. Anyway….

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A cartoony picture of me angry.

Want to know why I’m angry? I have to admit even little things make me bad-tempered, but seriously, now, I want to break something.

Preferably, my phone.

Or, this laptop. (It’s really a Netbook.)

Lets start with my phone.

I love my phone. Well I did, until I broke it. (Not a very interesting story behind that!) It’s touchscreen, has a good camera, has a key-board, it’s perfect for me. However, I’m very clumsy, and when I started dropping it again, and again…and again…and again…a massive crack formed across the screen, a massive dent in the side and a little hole near the bottom. But it still worked perfectly! Or so I thought.

Now my phone won’t receive texts. It vibrates and says it has a new message and who’s it from, however when I look at my inbox and the text conversation nothing new has appeared. And even when I send a text I can’t see it but the person I send it to can read it. It makes no sense!! Why is my phone flipping out like this??

My apps don’t work now either which is a pain in the as-I mean neck. And when I have a look at the time, it says:

4:42 am

Jan 6, 1980

We know it’s not 1980, (why???) and as I write this very sentence, it is 8:01 pm, August the 8th. (However, by the time I post this it would have changed.) I don’t get it. But I’m going to get a new phone in a month or two but honestly, despite I’m tempted to throw it at a wall, I wish my new phone would be exactly the same as this currant one, except a bigger screen and of course, fixed. 🙂

I’ve wrote the majority of these posts on this mini-laptop/netbook and without it, I think my blog would have fallen to pieces because I would have had nothing to post on. (However, this blog already is not up to scratch!) But that dosn’t mean it hasn’t drove me crazy. It has. Sometimes when I do a really long post (this has happend about three times), I post it and there are a few paragraphs, then….Blank. Just a big blank space were all my writing should be. So there goes all my hard work I have to do delete the post before anyone sees it. 😦 I would have posted yesterday, I actually did, but for that reasoon I had to deleat it.

My netbook is also painfuly slow and the “W” key is missing. I also can’t can’t change the backround, and I know that isn’y really important, but I love to personalise my things. So really, my two most important electrical ecuipments are busted, or rubbish. And can I add, spellcheck dosn’t always work on this, so sorry for any poorly spelt words, as I’m a terrible speller.

This is my rant over, onto a lighter note-Cornwall was amazing! We went to the beach countless times (and nearly FROZE to death), spent piles of money on jewlery, presents, and…and…is that all I spent my money on?! Anyway, I loved it, we also went Harbour jumping which was simply throwing yourself of the harbour wall into the freezing sea. Yay! Fun! No, it really is, I got to six metres high and jumped, that was terrifying! So overall, the week was definatly worth the eight hour drive. 😀

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My week in 1,600 words. (Give or take.)

Hello everyone-I’m back! I’ve returned from a week of late nights, woodlice, sand-dunes and lots and lots of money. Yes-I’ve come back from Cornwall! Did you miss me? (Hawhaw.)

I’ll get right to it then. Let’s begin at 4:00 am, on Saturday, the day we set of….

Saturday

We had to rise and shine very very early, at horrific hours to arrive at the campsite at the right time. We were also stopping of at the Zoo for a few hours as well, so we were stuck with four am. When I was woken up, I looked something like this….

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And my friend looked a looked a lot like this….

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Then at late five (or early six-something like that), we were all compressed it the tiny, hot, stuffy car, barely being able to breathe without knocking into something. We had a looooooong drive ahead of us, so we decided to doodle in my notebook. Less than five minutes later, I had to stop as my stomach felt slightly knotted. Less than a minute later I was stumbling out the car at top speed to the bushes by the road. Bluuuurg.😦 Two more vomits later, we had arrived at the Zoo.

We were there for a few hours, and visited nearly all the animals. I got billions of photos, not all of them are recognisable! However, there are so many of them you’ll have to wait for another post to fit them ALL in. 🙂 Trust me-they’re worth it!

The gift shop was brilliant, and out of everything there, I chose a tiny red and white lizard called Firestripe.

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A few more hours passed, and finally we reached the campsite! All any of us could be bothered to do was load our bags into the caravan and eat.

Sunday

After breakfast (by that I mean 12:30!) we had plans to go to Porthcothan Bay. Unfortunately, this was England. And soon as anyone plans anything fun-it has to RAIN. So instead we stayed inside the caravan and watched on T.V-who would have known-Horrible Histories! What else?

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Later that night we went out to a small festival in view of the sea. (It was a running joke here that we might encounter tsunamis!!) For the next few hours we watched Jonny Cowling the comedian pick on the crowd and with his crazy jokes.

Luckily he didn’t pick on anybody he knew, and as my friend and her family had been coming to his performances for years, he left us out of it. (PHEW!) But we did get to meet him at the end of his show, and also luckily stayed clear of the mosh pit. At first we were on the crazy side of the room (well it was a Beer Festival), and one lady very nearly fell on top us!! To get a better view they were standing on the flimsy wooden benches, and with spilling beers in their hand, this was a recipe for a wet disaster.

Monday

Padstow-time to spend some money! I had been told (like a million times!) by my friend that there are TONS of little stalls with all sorts of nick-knacks in them. However, it was mostly just the cliché modern Surfer Shops, filled with designer rubbish now. (No offence to anyone! I just don’t like that sort of stuff.) She was right! More about the second thing, but I still found plenty of little (but awesome) things to whittle away at my £30 spending money. Here are just two of the things….

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A blind sand snake. Well, not blind, just eyeless. (Is there a word for that….?) In a place called the “Shell Shop” along with treasure chests made of shells (duh), handmade beach related signs, they had a basket of sand animals for 50p. I soon began shovelling around, as at home I had a big collection of all sorts of amphibians, reptiles and other, cool crazy creatures. I soon came across a green snake that looked similar to all the others.

At first.

The poor thing had no eyes!! I knew at first I had to buy it/him. Whatever. I’m glad I did, although I enjoyed freaking everyone else out. 🙂

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Yes-another Voo-Doo!! I just had to. In a small toy shop I was pointed to a box full of them. Some them I already had, but this one caught my eye most of all. I think you can see why. I haven’t got a name for that one yet…can you give me a few ideas?? Thanks. 🙂

I brought lots of other things, presents for other people, postcards, blah blah blah. You know, the sort of souvenir stuff tourists like me always buy.

Tuesday 

One of the best parts of Cornwall is (if the weather is on your side, that is!)…the beach!! 😀 We stomped all the way there, down the sandy slope and lay down on the sprinkled golden sand in the “sun”. Of course, we began with sand castles.  But I got distracted and ended up digging a MASSIVE hole. I got pretty deep, but I left it for two minutes, and by the time I came back, some kids had already jumped in it. Brilliant. Off to the sea then.

It was something like, 14 degrees that day, so the sea was really cold. The waves were a disappointment to, but they decided to surprise us when we all crowded in for a photo. WHOOOSS!!!! We were all blown off our feet, but I was still laughing under the frothy water.

Once I was too cold, we walked around to the “Secret Cove” (that’s what I called it). We had to keep an eye on the tide though! I also explored the seemingly endless caves, but not too far, as it was way too dark, and a little sinister. If only I had brought a torch-I would have gone further!

Wednesday

Who’s been to Tintagel? Any dragon-lover like me should! I’m not an expert on its history, but I know it is where the legend of King Arthur is based on. There are hundreds (okay not hundreds, but lots) of shops where artists draw amazing pictures of dragons and other wonderful mythical creatures. One shop I especially loved was: ”Another Green World”.

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I wanted to OWN that shop!! Here’s an example of their incredible work….

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I brought that picture. I’m glad I did, as I’m going to frame it in my room. I may think my dragon pictures are cool, but I’ll never beat these ones!

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Along with artwork, models, legends and caves (I went to Merlin’s cave, with my friend waiting on the bridge anxiously for me, not daring to come any closer to the angry sea!) there’s also the softer, happier side of it all. Tintagel’s fluffy toy dragons of course! 😀

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Meet Fossils, my new dragon. Epical, isn’t she? 🙂 Overall, with all the brilliant things I saw, brought and experienced, I think Tintagel was my favourite day that week.

But I’m still only half way through yet….

Thursday

This was the day that we all realised our fun was nearly up. So today we headed to Newquay to spend some more cash. Hooray! Apparently this was more Surfer Shops, but plenty of good ones to. For example I got….

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 There I brought some more presents and enjoyed a nice salty helping of Fish’n’Chips. Well, mainly just the chips. Okay-all chips, but it was still all deliciously scrummy.

The woman behind the counter was super busy, charging around everywhere, serving people, taking their orders, as she didn’t have much help with her. But she still managed a small chit-chat with us, laughing and joking cheerily. She was really friendly, and made superb chips as well!

I loved Newquay, even if the seagulls eyed up my chips, and sometimes made a dive for them….But they always missed!!

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Soon after we got back from Newquay, some of us went for a cliff-side walk. Up there, the wind was like whips, lashing our faces and sending our hair flying. The view stared up at us, as if waiting for us to tumble in, and for the rolling ways to sweep us up in their frothy depths. The wildlife also eyed us suspiciously. The “innocent” sheep and their bleating lambs may have been just baa-ing…or they could have been terrible insults in sheep language. 😮 No one knows.

There was also plenty of swooping birds, dancing in the sky; we may have seen a Kite! But we know for sure some birds definitely posed brilliantly for us.

We had plenty of awesome photos, one of us sitting on a bench, the sea behind us, our hair flying around like crazy! It was fun-but cold. Very.

Friday

One more visit to the beach today. The sea was f-r-e-e-z-i-n-g, so we spent most of our time messing about the sand-dunes. That warmed us up!

We also spent the day packing our bags as that day we had to leave. However most of the day was spent on the beach-we had to make the most of it.

Saturday

Time to leave! 😦 But first, we had one last trip to Padstow…this time-on a speedboat!

No, we didn’t drive there on a speedboat, but we went for a drive on one…The Sea Fury. I have never been on any sort of speedy boat before, so when we flew at full speed, bouncing across the waves, our hair exploding around us like waving halos, I was shocked. However, the grins on our faces in the photos said it all. Our holiday had been beyond Epical…even if the weather hadn’t always been on side.

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I was robbed by a balloon. And the sea.

I have a tendency to be robbed by things that aren’t even alive: a balloon, the sea-how will I cope later on in life with real live robbers on the loose?? Let me explain….

The day I was robbed by the Cornish sea.

This was when I was only a little kid on summer holiday with a bunch of friends. That day, waves were CRAZY-they towered twice as high over me, and had enough power to send you crashing back onto land, sand in your hair, arms and legs numb with the cold. But the fun and excitement kept me going…I loved it! But of course, for some reason, that wasn’t enough for me.

I had to go snorkelling.

First I tried walking into the sea with my flippers, goggles and everything on me…I didn’t even get to ankle-heighted waves before I was nearly knocked of my feet. Then I decided to put my flippers on in the waist height waves…no way did that work. Even if I wasn’t blown off my feet, I could barely see out of my goggles, plastered with sand! But then I had a “brilliant” plan-what if I walked out into waist height water, goggles under my arm, then put my flippers on?! For some reason-it had to work! So, of I waddled into the water, still keeping an eye out for waves.

I balanced on one foot, carefully sliding the flipper on, goggles gripped under my elbow, when-WHHHHOOOSS!!!! Then came a monster-of-a wave. (I must have looked well-funny!) I burst out of the water, gasping for air, when I noticed my flippers were gone. I luckily managed to grab them before they sailed too far away…I wished I could say the same about my goggles. 

 I tried to swim after them, but it was pretty hard. And another crazy wave hit me, so I was sent straight of course.

So were my goggles.

I never saw them again. I was a bit gutted, actually, but I figured that they might make a nice little boat for a mouse that somehow got lost at sea. I’m off to Cornwall next week for half-term with my Best Friend, so maybe…maybe, they could have somehow washed out onto land, onto the direct beach that I’ll be going to….

You never know. Therefor, the sea robbed my snorkel goggles. 😦

The day I was robbed by a balloon.

 “The day” was actually just yesterday. I was invited to this unavailing of this giant gorilla made of spoons at the British Ironworks with some friends, and I was handed a balloon with their logo on. I took this as a challenge to keep hold of it all day, so I tied it to my small rainbow bracelet on my left arm. I did very well!! It was only at the end of the day, when it was very windy, I was running to get a good space on the handmade (Everything metal there is handmade! Its amazing!!) bench, when I felt something YANK on my arm…

The balloon.

I was gutted. But how had it escaped…? I thought curiously. I looked down at my arm.

Now I was REALLY gutted. My balloon…my bracelet…gone with the wind-literally! 😦 But I didn’t care for the balloon anymore, it had practically stolen my bracelet! I felt like dropping to the ground, shake my fist in the air and cry, “Noooooooooooo!!!” Darth Vader style. But instead, I trudged back to the other benches, where everyone else had seen my performance. They laughed even more when I told them about my bracelet.

I felt like a deflated…balloon.

Moral of the story…? Always keep your eye out on the sea, once your back is turned, it will swamp you with water and mug you. Also…

Never trust balloons.

Ever.