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<~8:26 pm on Sunday, Jan. 26, 2003~>

Being civilized is overrated

Yip de doo.

Thats basically been the story of my recent life. The weekend started out as repetitive yet fun as before. Another round of the chubba wubba camp rock climbing. I traversed afar to Chrissy McGeehans house where we watched music videos while eating microwaveable pretzels and discussing Dirty Mexican Hats.

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And now I'm sure you all are wondering what the hell are dirty mexican hats. No you arent! You were thinking about fireworks and silver spoons, werent you? Curses. Well I shall inform you of them anyway. Chrissy bought these gummy mexican hats that turned out to be less then edible. They were so disgusting that they tasted worse than black licorice, thats right, black licorice. And thus they were named 'Dirty' Mexican Hats.

Chubba Wubba camp was fun again. Before going however we all piled into the back of Seans truck to eat lunch. There was literally everything in there, napkins, chips, a sleeping bag, a tv, a water bottle... We were periodically naming things that would be nice to have and *poof!* he would pull one outta the back. Quite entertaining, really.

As for the non-fattening half, I completed an entire tall wall of rock climbing being a Non-rainbow fairy! I also did some more difficult walls bouldering. It was really enjoyable but everyone except sean was spent after 2 hours. So we sat there in the tires and threw pieces at each other for 45 minutes or so just to make us all feel better about spending the 12 bucks for an all day pass.

By the time dinner came I was just about dead... we went to some random pizza place inthe middle of Nevada... well at least it seemed to me like Nevada.

Despite the fact that I've never been there.

Once we all finally got back the evening was spent over at Michelle's house. I got there to find Lauren and Chrissy with their 'baby's kickin' and being rather bloated with basketballs under their hoodies, haha. Basically there was a general half-crazy, half asleep sense to the night.

Michelle, Anna and I sat transfixed to the tv, watching Les Miz. While Lauren, Chrissy and later Joanna, were running around tackling each other and throwing shoes. We had to have seen Dan Bonnette trip during the ABC Society song 8 times in a row. It was crazy...

Crew on saturday was not quite the same as before but it was crew. Recently it has been a bit more dull even with magic carpets and hidden places for Winterfresh (most usually the ceiling).

This week's interestingnosity was the emergence of the Wandering HEY. We were being all sneakily-ish and had to go on a mission to retrieve Vilija's french book from her locker. We including Steph, Katie (moi), and Chrissy (HEY). The only slight problem we had to deal with was the fact that there was a rather large metal gate baring the way there. So Steph ingeniously suggested slinking across the basement and up the rarely used steps on the other side. Ingenious indeed. So we kinda did cartwheels down the hall and i started kariokeing... hopefully whoever was listening to that techno music in the tv studio didnt notice.

Anywho my dad is yelling at me to do hw so i better go. Arg, i had soo much left to write about in me! Hopefully I'll get a chance to come back later, check back.

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