I am on kinder canoe this week. And it is the last week of camp. Also probably my last week at canoe school ever. This does not mean I won't see these people, so I'm not completely horrified, but I feel that at some point next summer I'm definitely going to miss it a bunch.
There are vitamins stuck in my throat. Well... not my throat. Just below that. Luckily there is a thermos of tea downstairs waiting to aid and abet me with my murderous plot to send them properly to my stomach.
That said, lately when ever I eat my food-tube (I can never seem to spell oesophagus correctly) hurts. Like heartburn, but it feels like things are lodged in it. So maybe there are no vitamins, and all there really is is a phantom pain of vitamins which means drinking tea will serve no other purpose than just... drinking tea. Which is alright, really, because I do love tea.
Okay. Time to go to work now. Hopefully there is enough of a charge on my mp3 player to get me through the hour from now until I actually have to do stuff.,
I will copy-paste this from an email I wrote: Today... it was not raining. Instead it was sunny and WINDY. So me and lukas decided to go sailing in my little sail boat. We drove home after work, picked up the sailbag, went down to where the boat is kept and were more or less on our way. We had a really nice downwind sail, and then we noticed that the pin holding the shroud to the side of the boat (the shroud being one of the wires that keeps the mast centered) had popped out. So we turned out of the wind a little, and went to jam another pin in. As soon as this had been done (or so it seemed), lukas said to me: "Cat, the rudderhead's bending. Is it metal or plastic?" I, being a little spaced out, replied with something like "huh?" which was quickly followed by lukas exclaiming that the rudder was gone. Gone, you ask? Yes, I reply. Gone. It snapped. In a very strange manner. There's two metal plates that hold the top of the rudder to the boat, and it managed to bend them both out and then snap off just below the bolt that holds it all together. Neither us, nor my brother or father, have ever seen anything like this. Usually even if a rudder breaks the rudderhead is salvageable. It isn't. It's coming in to work with us tomorrow as a TROPHY. While all this was happening, the mast step (a bit of wood under the mast) was basically falling apart. So... I tried calling the marine police (which didn't work) and lukas did some sailing without a rudder. Which he insists would have gotten us in fine. I remark on the fact that we seemed to be going backwards, but apparently I mustn't have been seeing things right. Anyway. We called my dad, HE called the marine police, and they came to get us. Before they got to us, though, we caught a tow from a coach boat from a sailing club near to where we'd come from. It took a while. And it's hard to steer for the stern of the boat in front of you when you have no rudder. I don't like hard work. Lukas did it. I am the laziest piece of shit ever. EVER.
Anyway, because we lived through our adventure we decided to watch a movie about people that don't. We're watching "White Squall", with such shining young stars as ryan phillipe, ethan embry, scott wolf (of party of five fame) and JEFF BRIDGES.
"Get your hands off my wife" (I'm Jeff Bridges).
You really must stop asking me how I'm doing. You know my life is constant drama. Although I suppose you DO get a good story of it.
Oh! Must go! the boys are off the ship and running shirtless across some fields. And now they're waving sticks and yelling war cries. They're so hardcore.
Back from scotland, and off work for a week. Which means that right now I am watching dawson's creek. I love me the dawson's creek. Soon I will clean my room.
My room is a disaster. I've not been sleeping in my bed because there's so much stuff on it.,
Name: Cat Home: Edinburgh, United Kingdom About Me: Managed to graduate from Queen's, and am now in Teacher training at Edinburgh.
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