Update on the Life Of Me!

Yes, I have totally run out of philosophical ideas for blog posts, so I haven't been blogging in awhile, but I did get a very panicked email from a very nice reader reading "OMG WAS THAT THE LAST BLOG POST?! WHY WHY WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US? ARE YOU ALIVE? ARE YOU MIGRATING TO CHINA?".

So in answer, I'm still alive, and I am most definately not migrating to China. And here's a blog post about the general life of me, since I last posted. The last blog post was meant to be a very, incredibly blatant hint to two people, who have both decided to be extremely thick-headed, and not get the hint. Hmph.

Anyhows, my life since then can be lumped into 3 categories:
the GOOD.
the BAD.
and the FUGLY.

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THE GOOD

Camp.
For three days and two nights, our entire grade, all one hundred and eighty of us, were shipped off to the Sydney Academy of Sports centre in Narrabeen. The bus ride, which was far shorter than any of us expected, was a time when half of us spent our last sane moments with our full concentration on a mass game of MarioKart, yelling profanities around the bus, while others disco danced to said MarioKart music, complete with pretty flashing lights from our infamous, innuendonic, totally sexy lightsaber.

Once we got to the campsite, we were quickly directed to our rooms for about an hour of chill time before lunch. Somehow, in that hour, between the twelve of us, we managed to make the room our own, and forever make it a magical place full of laughter and happiness and magical unicorns.

Then, it was time for lunch. To be honest, I was pretty worried about the food quality and edibility of it, seeing as it's a school camp, and they're not reknowned for their excellent food. But I was pleasantly surprised with deleeshuz food for the entire three days. Even my friend, who shall remain nameless, who was told that she was allergic to egg, wheat, soy and gluten (according to an allergy test, she is, but she eats these things all the time), and could also not eat meat, had really good food, which was even more surprising, considering that she pretty much could not eat anything.

And then there were the activities. the high ropes obstacle course, terrible if you're like me with absolutely no sense of balance whatsoever, but totally fun, because it made you feel like an incredibly uncoordinated Tarzan; canoeing (which I will never be sure if i'm spelling it right), in which, by the end of the three hours, everybody was sitting in a puddle of water with bits of nature inside their boat; abseiling, which was good, because it made the icy cold temperatures on the ground feel like a nice summer's day in comparison to the temperature 10m in the air; raft building, which was one of the funner activities of camp, involving cheating, cheering and sabotage; leap of faith, or "suicide", jumping off a really tall pole, attempting to catch a bar that is hanging over a metre away from the pole (I caught the bar!); and a range of team building activities.

By far, the best part of camp were the unscheduled "night activities", that took place in our cabin on the second night. There were probably some hijinks that took place on the first night too, but I was too tired and ended up falling asleep just past midnight. Anyhows, the second night... For the first part, it started off normally enough, playing cards, listening to music, eating Froot Loops and other assorted unhealthy foods. Yes, Froot Loops are special enough to warrant a specific mention, because they have since become the most outstanding memory of our time at camp. Firstly, one of our friends from another cabin came to visit, and she managed to fit 52 Froot Loops into her mouth at the one time. And, quite simply... She went HIGH. And then proceeded to run around our room and bathroom, and wrestle another of our friends to the ground. This was at about 9pm.

Our second escapade with the Froot Loops occurs several hours later, at around 1am Friday morning. One of us remembered that she had brought a can of V and a can of RedBull with her, and proceeded to take them out. We shared them around, and then, presumably, the combined sugar of the past few hours and the caffeine that we had just ingested hit us all. At the same time. None of us really remembered what happened til we all woke up on the floor the next morning. We managed to figure out the following:

-  there was a lot of laughing, tickling, literal ROFLing, and crazy "dancing"
-  at one point, one of us fell asleep, and the other five of us proceeded to act like she was passed out drunk
-  I should never wear spotted pjs
-  one of us is very ticklish
-  and at one point, we all decided to grab our sleeping bags from our bunks, and go to sleep. On the floor.

This was probably our last camp together as a group, and I can honestly say that it was the best, although we were missing one very special person. Although we may have complained endlessly about the showers, the food, and the temperature, given the chance, I think we would all do it again.

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"We get high, we let go

We've got more than we know
My friends are a different breed
My friends are everything
Make this last, take it slow
We've got it all figured out for now
So let us live our lives without a doubt"
-  Vegas, All Time Low

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This was meant to include sections on the Bad, and the Ugly, but I have already gone overtime and over-length. I'll continue with this over the weekend, I promise!

Adios Amigos!~