"Just do a summer round-up," he said, which was surprisingly quite a good idea (and not exactly unobvious, either). So, to make a change, I'm going to do as he says. Summer round-up let's go!
Except if I were to write a really long and detailed post about all of the stuff I've done, the only person who would actually find it interesting would be future Shanti, and that's what diaries are for. Instead, I am going to condense my summer down the most memorable bits.
1. Posing with this shop sign
I've been meaning to do it for ages.
2. My eighteenth
For so many reasons. My friends and fam planned a hectic day brimming with surprises, from a driving lesson to a picnic with my favourite things to a fancy meal at a fancy restaurant to getting a CAR. Highlights of the day (besides those listed above) also include stalking a hot gay guy through Castle Park in a rosé-fueled attempt to set him up with Jack.
3. Ibiza: Jack hallucinating and mistaking Emma for a bin
Imagine the circumstances: we're in Ibiza for our post-exam, pre-university holiday and it's the middle of the week. Everyone is tired but running on Sex on the Beach cocktails, the free bread and garlic butter combo offered at our café of choice and the electricity of the atmosphere. The night gets off to a good start: our bodies become canvases for Emma to decorate with her body-painting talent, we have chilled-ish pres in our hotel rooms and then set off to a party at an abandoned zoo.
We dance in bear pits, climb in cages, mock thirty-year-olds for paying 50 euros to look as though they've rolled in paint and glitter and steal people's drinks with really long, bendy straws. Then, Jack goes into breakdown mode and starts thumping his hand with his fist, counting in fives and repeating how difficult life is because he has to "do everything in fives." He kisses me five times whilst Bex eats two hefty burgers back-to-back to avoid throwing up there and then. She manages to make it back to the hotel room before proceeding to spend the next hour getting friendly with the toilet bowl.
A little while later and Jack feels better now. He suggests we go out but everyone says no. Then he says he wants to go out on his own and gets offended when told that it isn't a good idea. Then he manages to convince me that I want to spend the remainder of the early hours of the morning wandering down the strip, and so we set off. I'm not one hundred percent sure how the rest of the evening's events unfold. One thing that's for certain is that Jack gets impossible to look after: he's crying, lying down in random places, refusing to listen to anyone, confusing Emma with a bin, hallucinating dragons and running off.
Pretty surprised he made it back without getting lost, kidnapped or run over, to be honest.
Other highlights included this:
Watching the sun setting at Sunset Strip. We drank cheap cocktails from the bar next to Café Mambo and it was so romantic.
4. Post-Ibiza: Brisco eating kebab off the pavement
I don't think these pictures need explaining, but this is a new low.
5. Holiday in Ölüdeniz, Turkey
My (probably) last family holiday was lovely and memorable for a number of reasons.
It's pretty clear why from this photograph of me paragliding.
I ran off a mountain really high up and the views were a m a zing. Also, making small talk at however many thousand feet with the crazy-haired guy to whom I was strapped makes for quite an entertaining memory.
Also, I went in a mud bath...
Sunbathed a lot...
And didn't buy anything from this shop...
I managed to forget all about results for the majority of the summer: I was too busy to really think about it. The night before the big day, however, I was ridiculously nervous.
Finding out that I got ABB and GOT INTO UNI was a bloody great feeling! I logged in to UCAS to see this:
The relief was immense.
It's been a good one, but the summer is drawing to a close. So I guess that makes this the beginning of my gap year?