I went...

And, against my better attempts to remain in a pissy mood, I rather enjoyed myself. Mira's gang is allergic to exclusion. Everyone is totally cool, and gets along so well, and, like...it's all the smooth running of maturity without losing any of the effervescence and general goofiness of childhood. They totally rock.

Not to rat on Mel's gang or anything, I was just impressed with the amount of fun that can be had with such little explosive combustion.

There was propane, though. And there was campfire. And there were exploding marshmallows of doom. And there was a rope knotted on both ends so as to resemble poi.

Sure, there may be more to life than burning stuff and training how to burn stuff more artistically, but that doesn't mean that life DOESN'T have to include it.

Hummus is good. Hummus may even rival Chowder in the List Of Kewl Things I have quite happily become exposed to on this trip (Matrix being up near the top). Upon my arrival back home, however, I will endeavor to make a Chana Bhaji Hummus, which basically means Curried Hummus Of Goodness. We shall see, we shall see, we shall most definitely see...

I...am POPROCKS! This is my new name, transcribed in permanent marker across my ankle. I also have the Peace symbol on my left hand and a heart on my right, but I can't blame anyone else for that one. XD 'It's all about peace and love, baby!' - Hippie Jet

Mira-san gave me a grammar lesson. I now know the difference between 'its' and 'it's.' I am forever in her debt. Its the kind of information that your gonae need for the rest of you're life.

I might even go so far as to say it's magically delicious, but...Mira will hit me again.

I am Aquarius...the hydro-bitch.

~Ayrn

'Life...don't talk to ME about LIFE...' - Marvin the Paranoid Android

P.S. I TOTALLY could have brought that cajun chicken with me on the bus. ARSE ARSE ARSE ARSE ARSE. That was immensely daft of me, but hey, at least I shared a good meal. I need to lose some weight anyway.

P.P.S. Everyone is a LOT more fit than I am. o.o I am Jack's practically pornographically protruding pale posterior. Of death. With BELLS on.

P.P.P.S. I saw Lilo and Stitch! And left my sarong behind at the theater! ARSE!!