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I'm in Interlaken, Switzerland, and have been going non-stop to try to make the most of my last sub-voyage.
My absolute least favorite kind of movie is the one with lots of slapstick humor where everyone has painful things happen to them and it's supposed to be funny. When others laugh, I roll my eyes and start thinking about how much all that must hurt. So why is it that real life is so different?
Yesterday I went rafting, and the trip turned a little more wild than expected because there was a landslide upstream. The water got murky, and you could see entire trees getting tossed around in the river. We went over a hole, and two girls fell out. Panic on the raft, but we fished them out rather quickly. The second girl came up red, gasping, and missing two teeth. This is a terrible, terrible thing to happen to a person... I had to try very hard not to laugh. What's wrong with me? I kept telling myself it takes a sick kind of jerk to find something like that funny, but I was not to be reasoned with. Suppressed a grin for some time after the incident. Perhaps it's because I was tired and a little bit nervous myself; nobody hit the deck faster than I did when the guide yelled 'get down.' Anyway, I talked to her later and she seemed to be ok, and even chipper considering.
Reading The Count of Monte Cristo (which is bad-ass), and actually getting by pretty well on my minimal high school German plus phrases from Nina Hagen lyrics.
My absolute least favorite kind of movie is the one with lots of slapstick humor where everyone has painful things happen to them and it's supposed to be funny. When others laugh, I roll my eyes and start thinking about how much all that must hurt. So why is it that real life is so different?
Yesterday I went rafting, and the trip turned a little more wild than expected because there was a landslide upstream. The water got murky, and you could see entire trees getting tossed around in the river. We went over a hole, and two girls fell out. Panic on the raft, but we fished them out rather quickly. The second girl came up red, gasping, and missing two teeth. This is a terrible, terrible thing to happen to a person... I had to try very hard not to laugh. What's wrong with me? I kept telling myself it takes a sick kind of jerk to find something like that funny, but I was not to be reasoned with. Suppressed a grin for some time after the incident. Perhaps it's because I was tired and a little bit nervous myself; nobody hit the deck faster than I did when the guide yelled 'get down.' Anyway, I talked to her later and she seemed to be ok, and even chipper considering.
Reading The Count of Monte Cristo (which is bad-ass), and actually getting by pretty well on my minimal high school German plus phrases from Nina Hagen lyrics.