Long Time No Write...
Yeah...
So, how you doing?
All you, about, six people who I actually have added.
I'm back from Jamaica man, and it was ARIE. Which "All right" in the uncomprehensible Jamaican speak for ya'll uneducated 'bout that stuff.
But, seriously, it was a mixed bag.
I liked the sun, getting a tan, and there was this totally awesometatious day of rafting down this long ass river on a jungle mountain... We made friends with people from the RCMP and I did some great snorkling, but other than that (oh yeah, and the alcohol... oh the HUMANITY) it was kinda... a bit... tortorous.
We got there okay, and on Club Class because that's the only way to go. But we had to take Scott and Christina so Scott was making me want to smack a bitch. Like, seriously. Dude never shuts up. I could shove him out the door on the airplane and never feel guilty about it.
It was SO humid there and I thought I twould die. Our resort was pretty cool and it look like a giant white castle, 'cept all Jamaica-ie.
Also, in Jamaica they have a serious case of unfinished buildings. Apparently finishing your upper floor costs to much money so a hell of alot of people have these funny little metal rods sticking out of the top of their houses with a few bricks. Even huge mansions do this to save a few bucks on like, their sixth level. And there are plenty of mansions, but even the smallest to the largest homes were all made out of the same cheap bricks that no doubt kept the insides cool.
Our resort was largely unfinished, so we had problems with broken tv's, lights and mixed up service. I got hit on, very inappropriatly I might add by some bus boys.
ALL of these exchanges went like this...
"I see you're sitting all alone here. Are you ARIE? (GOD I HATE THAT WORD)"
"I'm cool." (Insert withering look here)
"Where's your boyfriend? A pretty girl like you?"
"I don't have one. I'm here with my parents."
"Ah..."
"I'm underage."
"..."
"..."
"I'LL SMOTE YOU IF YOU DON'T GO AWAY." (Ignoring that last part)
Yeah. Three times. ALL THE SAME THING! (Not exactly, but they all asked about my missing boyfriend and I always had to mention the dreaded parental unit.)
Anywho, we also went to this crappy as hell tour to these waterfalls on a crowded boat and then had to deal with the awful vendors and their scams. There was a hefty amount of Bob Marley music, who I right about hate at the moment.
A positive side was that I got to gorge myself on Daiquries and Marguritas and I enjoyed fine Rum.
I'm happy I'm home now, even though this trip totally caused me to forget that my Mom's birthday is tommorow (There was a rather hurried shopping event here) and that she totally knows I did.
Anywho, I didn't get any of you anything! NADA! >.<'
(LOVE)
So, how you doing?
All you, about, six people who I actually have added.
I'm back from Jamaica man, and it was ARIE. Which "All right" in the uncomprehensible Jamaican speak for ya'll uneducated 'bout that stuff.
But, seriously, it was a mixed bag.
I liked the sun, getting a tan, and there was this totally awesometatious day of rafting down this long ass river on a jungle mountain... We made friends with people from the RCMP and I did some great snorkling, but other than that (oh yeah, and the alcohol... oh the HUMANITY) it was kinda... a bit... tortorous.
We got there okay, and on Club Class because that's the only way to go. But we had to take Scott and Christina so Scott was making me want to smack a bitch. Like, seriously. Dude never shuts up. I could shove him out the door on the airplane and never feel guilty about it.
It was SO humid there and I thought I twould die. Our resort was pretty cool and it look like a giant white castle, 'cept all Jamaica-ie.
Also, in Jamaica they have a serious case of unfinished buildings. Apparently finishing your upper floor costs to much money so a hell of alot of people have these funny little metal rods sticking out of the top of their houses with a few bricks. Even huge mansions do this to save a few bucks on like, their sixth level. And there are plenty of mansions, but even the smallest to the largest homes were all made out of the same cheap bricks that no doubt kept the insides cool.
Our resort was largely unfinished, so we had problems with broken tv's, lights and mixed up service. I got hit on, very inappropriatly I might add by some bus boys.
ALL of these exchanges went like this...
"I see you're sitting all alone here. Are you ARIE? (GOD I HATE THAT WORD)"
"I'm cool." (Insert withering look here)
"Where's your boyfriend? A pretty girl like you?"
"I don't have one. I'm here with my parents."
"Ah..."
"I'm underage."
"..."
"..."
"I'LL SMOTE YOU IF YOU DON'T GO AWAY." (Ignoring that last part)
Yeah. Three times. ALL THE SAME THING! (Not exactly, but they all asked about my missing boyfriend and I always had to mention the dreaded parental unit.)
Anywho, we also went to this crappy as hell tour to these waterfalls on a crowded boat and then had to deal with the awful vendors and their scams. There was a hefty amount of Bob Marley music, who I right about hate at the moment.
A positive side was that I got to gorge myself on Daiquries and Marguritas and I enjoyed fine Rum.
I'm happy I'm home now, even though this trip totally caused me to forget that my Mom's birthday is tommorow (There was a rather hurried shopping event here) and that she totally knows I did.
Anywho, I didn't get any of you anything! NADA! >.<'
(LOVE)