Hello all. I awoke this morning to find myself surrounded by blue. There’s not a single island in sight. Not one. I’m already suffering withdrawal symptoms from being able to… well…do anything. I think this ship is kitted out pretty well, I mean I found computers with internet access, but the rest of its centered around old people methinks. The activities for people our age are teen club things which all sound awful and, you know me, I don’t like to socialize if I can help it. The cinemas been pretty good but it’s only on at night, strangely unusual films though. So I’ve decided to spend as much time as I can on here. The catch is, it costs $0.75 a minute. For those who haven’t reacted to that, it’s a lot of money. For example, this morning I went online to retrieve e-mail from my granny, from hotmail, and check deviant. I was on there the tiniest amount of time and it cost me $6! Anyway, this means I’ve been forced to find other ways to communicate with the outside world. E-mail, I thought at first, getting excited before realizing I had no ones addresses. So I’m typing this up beforehand in word to put in my journal (if cut and paste doesn’t work I’ll scream). Its kinda pathetic really, the desperation to communicate, but less so when you look out the window and see light blue (the sky), dark blue(the sea), and if you’re really lucky, a couple of wispy clouds. What would be really useful would be to somehow get some addresses, hint hint, but seeing as I don’t really have time to check replies on deviant (damn ridiculous charges), I’m not hopeful.

Love you all
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p.s thanks for the torturing of the small Enfield boy suggestions, but when you live In a cabin the size of an airing cupboard, with your entire family, there’s not much you can get away with. Also he is the spawn of Satan.