I went to Cardiff!

We fed ducks by hand, and took photos on a disposable camera (while wearing floppy blue hats and SOCIALLY AWKWARD t-shirts), and ate chimichangas, and stayed up til 9.30...am. Sara was proposed to by a man named Simon, solely on the basis of being Scottish. We totally went to the midnight showing of Harry Potter... I hardcore cried. We identified pretty much every Cardiff location that's ever been in Torchwood, and went to the loo in most of them. I drank a soy caramel creme frappuccino for the first time since I was about fifteen... it was amazing (Starbucks is going to be my new thing). We made videos of ourselves at 4am wearing our hair as moustaches, slept in lumpy bunkbeds, waxed the legs of a man in the street (for charity!), and bought Welsh dragon stickers and pink octopus plasters.

Sometimes I need to remind myself not to be afraid of life. I can't be the only person who behaves a certain way in certain places or in certain groups - I'm so many different people, depending on where I am. Sometimes I'm expected to be thoughtful, so I can't be silly (or vice versa); or loud, so I can't be quiet; or shy, so I can't be bold... you know. There's something to be said for going somewhere brand new, with a brand new group of people, and being whoever you want to be whenever you feel like being it. 

Even if you do end up sleeping until 1.30pm the next day.