Go travelling around america with a bearded man named Karl in a blue van
In year 10 we had to do an exersise in phse where we'd write out what we'd ideally like to do in our life. I planned to leave University and travel around America for 5 years with a young, hairy bearded man called Karl who I'd meet on myspace (people sitll used myspace then), I also made sure that my teacher didn't think that Karl would be my boyfriend, but he totally would be. We wouldn't watch a muppet's christmas carol together, we'd be far too mature for that. Instead we'd watch sneak into arty cinemas showing cult classics and we'd watch them, drink beer and socialise. It would be totally great, we'd go to New York at Christmas time to reinact Elf and California in the summer to reinact Saved By The Bell. This would all go really great for four and a half years until Karl's beard began giving off some bizarre odours, and he began asking me really bizarre favours, for example "I'm sorry Holly, but could you drive through this southern part of Colorado?" whilst he climbs into a sack and hides in the boot. Things started getting even weirder, strange men wearing vests would begin to ask for my services and Karl would try to get me satisfy their needs. Oh Karl, I say, something isn't right! Turns out Karl has been smuggling heroin from state to state for the past four years, using me a distraction for "cops". I return to England, heartbroken
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