But you and i both know everything i write is absolutely and utterly brilliant, clear, succinct and most importantly, true.
(lame) Jokes(/attempts at humour) aside, I shall attempt to fill in holes in my blog, because it has been pointed out to me that i yell about my problems and never write about what happens afterwards. Well following, my last post.. which appeared to be about um stretchy short shorts for volleyball. I lost a pair and used Nings and the volleyball tournament was fun. We got you know kinda thrashed, but it was still fun and we improved ladidahdah.
I'll keep it short, highlights of the trip:
- On a stop at maccas we met an asian tourist group and one of them almost followed Ning on to the bus because she could speak mandarin
- A peacock came into my room, shit on my bed, took my sock and Karen's glasses.. until we found them again BUT i swear there was peacock poo EVERYWHERE. it was so scary
- Touching Jessies abs, need I say more?
- Anita's TMIs, i will carry that with me for the rest of my life
- Ning roasting her underwear and socks by the fire
- Karen's 50million or so photos at unflattering angles
- Stephanie yelling and screaming and catapulting into an empty room
- Dela and Jess walking into the bathroom while Karen was showering, knowingly
Ok I realised that would be extremely boring for someone who didn't go to the camp to read. Which is, most of you. DON'T READ IT. its so boring omygod i just read it. Because of this i'll probably blog again out of pure guilt.
Thanks for reading
