Tuesday-Friday

Basically I didn't do much. It mostly revolved around me wanting to go home. I cleaned up my room, read Gomorrah and generally did nothing.
Friday I woke up earlish and did more tidying. I procrastinated most of the moring. In the afternoon it actually was time to pack. It didn't take that long. I was all paranoid about it being way to heavy though. I worried about it while I made an attempt to tidy the rest of the room and the stuff that was staying there. After that I was still paranoid so I went out to find scales. There were none in the shop so I went to the pharmacy. They said there was one just two shops up. It said my bag was just under 3 kg over. I went back and took a bunch of stuff out. I went back again and weighed it. 1 kg over. I took more clothes out until I was left with almost no clothes at all. Eventually I got it to .1 of a kg over and left it as I literaly could not take anything less.
Then I went on my journey. At the airport i'd forgotten AGAIN to take my nail sciccors out. That annoyed me, along with the fact that during rummaging through my bag my laptop had got smacked to the floor. Thank god it still works. My mood was bad but it got better. Amanda turned up not long after so we amused ourselves chatting about stuff. She told me about a cool club in Bologna called million, I should check it out. Shes not coming back, shes got work experience in France for the rest of the year. The plane was fine, if a little bumpy. Amanda slept and I read my book. When we arrived the weather was massively bumpy and we had a really dodgy landing. You could feel the plane lurching from side to side. It got the pilot applause though. When we got out it was very windy and it smelt all green! Like England does. It was so cool. Seeing Izzy and mum again felt a bit surreal, but it was all good. We went home and to bed, it was quite late