Fantastic.

I'm back from my mini-vacation to northern New York. 'Twas fantastic. Friday night was mostly devoted to "Apples to Apples" (which eventually reached a max of about 20 people and ended around 3 am) because it was too dark to see... anything outside of our cabin.

Saturday morning was low ropes (swinging from tires, short obstacle courses, problem solving, etc.). And everytime you do a low ropes course, they always factor in this "team building" component. But we shrugged it off, because we're little bastards like that. Saturday afternoon was high ropes (zip lines, longer obstacle courses 30 ft. in the air, etc.). I really hate "activites" that involve only adrenaline and no thinking. And I also hate heights. Mostly I was just scared out of my mind, but I'm glad I did it....

Which brings me to the pet peeve of the week: girls. Girly girls. I'm tired of them. I think we should ship them off to a camp for little girls that want to be girly and nothing else. And then we should marry them off to manly men that have no other component to their being. And then they can make the most normal babies that ever existed and live in a secluded community of normality and the rest of us won't have to deal with them.

Because when you cry during a ropes course because you're "scared" or you avoid things that are new and exciting and potentially fun, you make the rest of us look bad. So stop your pissant squealing and pop out a (metaphorical) cajone or two, bitch. (End rant.)

And then there was Eco House wrestling (oh yes, we wrestle). I experienced more bruising and rug burn and exaustion in those 5 hours than I have ever had anywhere else. Ever.

And now I'm back at school. Hurting and healing and learning.