Boredom, Espana, Weird talking toddlers.

Recently i've been pretty damn bored. Don't get me wrong, i love that school's over, and i hate the fact that on monday, i'm going to Espana for four weeks, but i still have nothing to do. My mother complains that we don't go to Espana for long enough, and i'm the only reason we don't go four five weeks. I reason that in Espana i get lonely, and bored. She argues back that when i am here, i don't have anything to do, so i may as well be bored in the SUN. I still disagree. I can't explain it, but there's something about being at home. Just the feeling. Yes, the weather is costantly awful in sunny 'ol Wales, and yes, most of the time i'm sitting at home doing nothing, but still, to me, it's my holiday.

As you can imagine, with so much time on my hands, my mind tends to wander... For instance, i sit down, with the intention of letting my mind rest, but my mind doesn't seem capable of doing that. I end up thinking about the most bizzare things, the first that comes to mind would be the rugrats. Don't judge me ! Also, the same thing tends to happen when i'm writing, and whatever i wanted to say in the first place is forgotten. But, i guess i kind of like it that way.