Time for bed.

A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst.
I started looking for excuses.

Come on in,
I’ve gotta tell you what a state I’m in,
I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.

A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized
you were an island and I passed you by,
You were an island to discover.

Come on in,
I’ve gotta tell you what state I’m in,
I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.

When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.

And I’m tired,
I should not have let you go.

So I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms.
And I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms…

The best part was seeing all the fobs show up after us…right as they started handing out the life jackets, this group of aunties and uncles shows up with their kids. Late as usual eh? haha. I’ll just say, they looked like they had an interesting time, especially the raft with just 3-4 aunties in it. And that kid who kept asking questions…non-stop! And then Abhishek…oh Abhishek. Everyone kept saying his name, but we were never sure which kid he was. Also, I didn’t know how to take the fact that my flip-flops broke as soon as I stepped in the water for the first time. I tied them to my life jacket and went on my way. It was all really cool though…the guides were everywhere, so we didn’t really have to worry about getting into trouble. It was almost too safe..but what can you do-better safe than sorry.

We rafted ~8 miles in total and had a buncha breaks in between (to throw people in of course). I got dunked twice…I was the first to go down thanks to Hamza, who aimed for and missed getting Donnie…and the second time with Salman…I got him in too though ! The water was freezing at first! My feet were numb from the cold, but eventually we all got used to it and it was actually kinda nice. There were some good rapids there too-class 3-4 (out of 5). Other people got wet too-I remember seeing the fob auntie’s raft stuck next to a rock with the aunties getting help from the guides. I turned around to see what was going on and I just remember seeing one of the aunties soaked and looking miserable. She looked like a drowned cat lol. Yea, not fun.

We stopped after about 2 hours I think to get lunch on the shore…they had sandwich stuff laid out for everyone, which we tore into…We were back on the river for the long haul after that. After we threw everyone in a bunch of times and got stuck on lots of rocks, we made it down to the pickup spot and got back to the busses waiting for us. Man that was tiring, but SO much fun! Plus I had to go barefoot uphill with the raft since my flip-flops were useless. We were all exhausted and really hungry…and glad to get back to the setup area where our cars were so we could shower and change and get outta there! We drove back and stopped off near Salisbury, PA at a Burger King and a Subway to get dinner. My stomach was killing me, so I was glad to get some food. We spent the trip back telling ghost stories and playing Antakshari, which I suck at, but that’s ok. I’m learning to be more fobby

We got back to CP at about midnight. We were all dead tired and kinda achy. Overall-I’d definitely do it again sometime. It’s soo much fun and you have to do it with a lot of people. If you haven’t gone, you should go! Even if you can’t swim. Just ask Haris. I think I’m still hungry from last night, so time for lunch! Until next time… Here are some photos:

Just wanted to give you guys a quick update. Wish me luck on my job hunting!

Here’s a random conversation I had with my friend Kara on aim. We usually talk like this to each other, so don’t be alarmed. Enjoy:

me: hey
me: …you festering open sore of mushed green peas and ketchup disgust me to the inner core so violently!
kara: Hey
kara: is that an writhering rabid eel pulsating and latched on to your forehead?
kara: oh no its just your nose
me: sorry i couldn’t indulge you
me: but im afraid you’ve got a nasty open koala hangin from your lower lip
me: gee, wait, that’s your tongue that’s so black and blue
kara: oh no im sorry for your mistake but its actually your face that i ripped off with my razor-sharp teeth in a battle of angst over one half of a toasted dustball
me: ah such a pity! these are troubled times indeed…
me: i wish i could have warned you before i digested your arm in a rage of self hate after letting live piranhas chew the meat off for me while i sat looking for a kind of inner peace
kara: me too me too, however it would have been impossible for you to do so with your lips barbed-wired shut by my elite master craftmenship that i displayed in a act of pure defiance and odiousness
me: ah i see what you’re saying now…but you must have found that equally impossible to do since your feet were hog-tied into a snowmobile and dipped into liquid nitrogen so that the rest of your body froze until i shattered it with a piece of kentucky fried chicken, which i then proceeded to eat in reference to the symbolism provided by such actions-in which man must recognize his dependence on chicken and believe in the fastidiousness of womankind…
kara: that is completely idiotic and unfathomable. indeed you may be dependent on chicken because of your weakness to the race of the hog that you came to realize after i sent my pig hitman to plow you over with a zamboni while you were riding your tricycle, but to say that womankind is fastidious is like saying that a ball of yarn is child-bearing or supple.
me: you’re more than correct in your analysis of such prose, but to say that a ball of yarn is child-bearing or supple is akin to high treason in the court order of judge judy and i can’t say i like it any more than that. you’re lucky you’re alive enough to realize that if it weren’t for paul bunyon, your feet would be no more hairy than a duck’s in southern georgia in borscht weather-to say that it would be no long attached at the hip, colored like crayola markers, or exhibiting a nervous twitch not unlike the hue with which a jewish man mixes his paint cans using dough rollers…ie, soft and easy to adjust if out of place
me: beyond your obvious failing qualities, how are you?
me: and please finish waht you were typing
kara: maybe so, i am lucky for the generosity of paul bunyon but it is a sad sad thing that he looked over granting you such advantages in life. i feel a tear trickle down my taut tight cheek every time i think abot the complex of intertangled hair and erupting fungi growing from your big toe and ring finger toe that attract such squatters as travelling mosquito vectors and viruses that transmit the dreaded vomit plague. i wish upon a star every night before bed that the next day you will awaken and be normal like the rest of us but lo, i fear that it will never come to be.
kara: besides being perfect, im good!
kara: how are you
me: though the moon speaks to me of your beauty in low tones, only meant for those capable of such deep talk, in the darkest of night, im well
kara: such good good news to hear on this dark and lonely night
me: lonely? there isn’t a word for how i feel right now that expresses my core at 1/10 the power that lonely does
kara: well beside that troublesomeness how is cp
kara: it is painful for me to say this but i do miss you so
me: lol goood…just reading up for my class…so boring
kara: when do you come home
me: i wish i could tell you that i missed you too…but that wouldn’t give it justice
me: im hoping this weekend
kara: aww
kara: Good i hope so