and a month later...

so thats another month gone without posting. Hey I'm nothing if not consistent you gotta admit.

I'm still alive in case anyone was wondering (don't think anyone was mind- there haven't been any 'dead' rumours as far as I know- what a pointless thing to say) and been enjoying the summer.

I'll start with the trip to Menorca then, seeing as how it was where I left off. Had a fantastic time as you might expect. Menorca is unlike other islands I've been to on holiday (i.e. Majorca). Its much more civilised and a lot smaller. Also very green. The bay that we were staying was surrounded on all sides by trees. And it had some of the best snorkelling ever! Not that we hung around there all the time. But as far as marine life went, it was the best. With my bros, we once spotted stingrays feeding on the sandy floor. That was a sight. Also spotted an octopus early and and decided to follow it back to its hiding hole (though I think 'chase' might be a better word). Anyways, egged on by my bro I swam down to the entrance and looked it dead in the eye. It starewd back for a few seconds. Then just as I had to leave for breath, I saw a niceish shell by its tentacles. I reached out to pick it up, and a puff of ink burst out! Well it was a shock. But we had a laugh afterwards.
Sheesh, and then there was the jellyfish invasion (I hate those things) and a 'winged' fish swimming mysteriously away one day. I could go on and on about all of the aquatic life- I love swimming. But I won't.
So yes, the place we were staying in was a touristy type resort with evening entertainment usually going on at about 4 different places involving tribute acts of varying quality, and some rubbish magicians whose tricks kept failing hehe. Also a bar where all the Brit teenagers hung out. We met some nice people there and got very drunk a few times, or sometimes the three of us would sit and stargaze on one of the sunbathing galleries after all the entertainment was over. Which was almost my favourite thing of the whole holiday (because I really like looking at the sky at night- maybe I'm related to Patrick Moore)
Had some cool days out as well. On one day we went on a catamaran trip where I felt really ill. On several occasions we walked across to a nearby beach where there were cliffs to jump into the sea from (and that was my fave thing! apart from water going up my nose!) and on one day driving up the highest mountain in Menorca- El Torro from which you could see the whole island. Heres a pic...



Looking chilled anyways. Great pic. ahh the memories. Because Menorca really does seem like a distant memory now. Its been over two weeks and in that time I've put in an eternity at Sainsbury's. I hate that place more and more, but I guess having to work is part and parcel of not being a layabout and actually being able to spend money next year. I'm looking forward to the mother of all paychecks come two weeks time... >:D And then I quit to go back to Manchester. Yay! I'd say the summer went by quickly and I wish I'd made more of it, but actually I've loved every minute of it and got some great experiences that I can think of and smile, so I think its been more than fulfilled.

Ok advanced warning- if you don't want to be privy to my mad rants skip the next paragraph. And trust me this makes me uncomfortable. You have been warned!

Hmmm this vagueness thing I was talking about last time. Well, the night before I left for Menorca, it got more complicated and now I'm going crazy! I suppose I should be more specific and say, its about a girl (yes- groan). Sheesh the thing is I don't know what to think anymore. She said she likes me and I admitted I liked her before we went to Menorca, then I disappeared for two weeks. Since I got back, thing haven't exactly been awkward but we're both acting as if nothing has been said when we're with each other. I could understand before as she had a boyfriend until recently- this was why I hadn't taken this whole thing seriously before. Now she and him are split. I don't know whether she geniunely likes me or she just likes attention.
I've been an idiot. I was at pains at the beginning of the summer not to get too attatched to her, knowing she had a boyfriend and I'm going back to Manc. Trying to be sensible in other words. Only somewhere between David Crowe's first summer party in July where we lay on the trampoline getting soaked by the rain and me writing this now, its all gone out of the window. My head keeps swimming with all sorts of thoughts at night, I can't sleep! At work I'm always hoping she'll walk by, though she rarely does. I can't concentrate on much and I'm either deliriously happy, or more often these days very angry and wanting to punch things. Anyways I know the best solution would be to try and talk things out with her, but I worry where that would lead. *hits self*
Anyways sorry for imposing my problems on anyone unfortunate enough to read this. Its just my head races at night and maybe venting my spleen will ease some of my frustrations. I can't talk about this to my family (NO WAY!) and my most of my mates I couldn't really talk about something like this with- sad but true. So this is it, because hardly anyone reads this anyway. Apologies to anyone that did. I just have a feeling this will all come to a head before I go... I may be wrong.

This has to be one of my longest posts surely. Have to go now though. Until next month... :)