I tell you now the story of the Feral Chickens

[devious_shini]

Hawaii is green. I've been here a week now and that is the most I can say, it is very green. The air is nice and fresh though the traffic is horrible and the tourons (tourist + morrons = tourons) are a real pain in the ass. There's a heavy level of bickering among my aunt, uncle, dad, and nana. I'm just glad i brought my entire CD collection. We've hit the beach a few times, gone snorkling. Waited for a full hour, 60 fucking minutes, to swimming in Hanaauma Bay (which Vitus calls 'hump yer mama bay' cause he can't pernounce it). It was nice once i got there though, saw tons of fish, snorted a load of sea water, and nearly had a spaz attack when i saw an octopus. earlier at Shark's Reef i nearly did the same when I saw a spotted eel. though seeing the sea turtle was cool.

anyway, i promised feral chickens. and now i finally now why the chicken crosssed the road, it was to go to beach with is mother hen. i went camping at Malikahana where the waves are numerous and the trash plenty. we found a tv on the beach, it had barnicles on it. all i gotta say is if i didn't find that awesome tree and go out exploring away from my aunt jan, who is Miss 'indecisive when it comes to shoping has to have everything clean and orderly or the whining insues' and vitus who is well, vitus i would've gone off to live with the feral cat, Minnie the Moocher.

So, Paradise was runined by forty year old sibling rivalries and unfinished grudges. One should not be homesick when in Hawaii.

xoxo
be not jealous of me
shini