it's okay, i never liked the blue sky much anyway

duke of ed camp.
let's just say, you mention it to me and i'll burst in to tears.
if i could. but i can't
coz now i'm like. fully tank.
i had to carry a 13kg bag up 30km of hiking.
up mountains as steep as your mum.
fuck fuck fuck i felt like dying
the instructor wasn't much of a human either.

worst of all, i went braindead. i swear i left it at epping station.
and i was screaming im a ninjaaa! and jumping across rocks.
then i slipped.
and fell like. 2m.
into a huge puddle of water. smack bang in the middle of nowhere.
apparantly it was 4 weeks old.
i crawled out, 13kg rucksack still firmly attached and sporting 2 marvellous scratches and an even more spectacular super-sized bruising just underneath my knee.
i felt fantabulous.
remember that this is in the middle of nowhere.
where mad cows can randomly come into your tent and eat your brains.
pools of water aren't just pools of water.
in nowhere, pools of water have sharp pieces of wood and pirahnas and stuff.

duke of ed camp = survival camp.

on the brighter side, other than the hiking everything was supercalafragalistic.
like. me and kristie had a lovely time singing off-tune to disney hits.
it really did help speed up the journey.
we should make an album someday matey ;D

we christianed megan a korean.
now we're the three sitting ninjas. oh yeeeeeeeeeeeah.

i feel dead and i don't want to go to school tomorow.
i sport the ugliest pair of legs now =[