some stupid hills covered in dead brown grass.
And seriously, they were hills, plural, cos they were all the same friggin height, and you couldnt tell which one was actually the supposed 'highest point.'
Like, after sitting in a bus for 6 long long long hours, all we did was look at dead grass and trees in the freezing cold.
farout.
On a more happier note,
the highlight of my camp was nightime! which were filled with meaningful conversation and lots of miaow-ing, because that is so the way to go as opposed to 'dwelling on other people's misfortunes,'which apparently was the social norm.
also, jumping off beds and taking photos is incredibly entertaining:
& last but not least, at geo camp, i saw the best looking guy ever:
=D
i bet noone can guess who wrote this post
