kill the drama.

and im back from frost valley. yay very fun. it was soo much fun! aahh. so on tuesday morning, we all loaded onto buses and drove fro three hours or so to the YMCA Frost Valley place in the Catskill mountains. fucking hell i didnt bring any snacks or my CD player and i nearly died. Ugh. Noras westlife/soco mix was ok, but after a while, Westlife really got to me and I couldn’t deal with it anymore. the hike to the Kresge girls cabin was 15-20 minutes of solid hiking, even though we reduced it to 10-15 minutes with a whole bunch of self-made short cuts. i love fresh snow thats been untouched.,,the poeple there were freakishly environmentally concious ands tuff. jeez they had a different trashcan for compost stuff, liquids, etc. and was efficient. but only after you got used to it. so we ate, and split up into activity groups...our group did project: activity which was alot like that group-bonding activity at camp Mason. lost of fun...and after that, i think we did another activity. did we? maybe not. so after dinner (FUCKING INSPIRATION QUOTES BEFORE WE WERE ALLOWED TO EAT), we went back to our cabins to change out of our clothes and went back to the main hall to...square dance. which was actually very very very fun. ahh. it was chaotic, tho, cuz we were all very bouncy and uncooperative. the obese square dancing man was an arse, too. my partner was tim and everyone was split in two sides. and we did the square dancing thing for like half an hour non stop or something. all we did was run around and 'dosie-doe 'round yer partner...' hahahaah. next day....the hike up the mountain. all 3 or so miles of it. i went to the medium group with ryan and ben aka grindel and schneider (SCHNEIDAAAHH). i love those two guys so much. ryan burrowed like a mouse for us, and hopped around like a deer. so funny. they were the reason the hike was a BLAST and i didnt get tired. they were so encouraging and so much fun. show shoeing for half a mile in steep foot-high snow is hell on earth. that wat i did and i thought i was going to die. somehow they had this brilliant idea of bringing us to the compost pile which was lovely. uh huh yeah sure. and the way down was awesome cuz whenever we stopped we would play games like camouflage, roll down snowy hills, or just chill in the snow that reached our waists :) aaaand many of us developed crushes on ben (at least misha and i did). ryan was a bit more outgoing, but ben was just so sweet and funny and stuff. it was sad seeing us eat in the green house. we were like raveneous (i cant spell that) wolves tearing at our sandwiches and CHEWY BARS (ah yes my love). i wasnt tired at all after the hike. i mean, the cross country was kinda tiring but it wasn’t too bad. The night activity was this guy talking about the native Americans of the north east. As people said, it really was exploitation of a culture just too take up our time. I heard ms. Dietrich saying that it really blew and was a waste. Haha. Day three was my least favorite activity day. So badly. I wanted to shoot myself cuz we had to had to do low ropes ( not that great at all) and SNOWSHOEING (fuck it!) with nate. Who I despise cuz hes such an ass and so. Boring. “oh look! More deer tracks!” 10 minutes later. “oh look! More deer tracks!” he lied too. He said we weren’t gonna go that far, but we did. He sed that there was this great part of the river….but little did he know it was filled in with snow and frozen over with. Argh. I was more tired after that than the hike! And fuck you, suleimon for saying I have clumsy feet. I was so fucking tired I wanted to curl up and die. That just pissed me off. Its not like you’re any better! You tripped over a log and twisted your ankle!! Ok im done. Anyway. The night activity was BIRDMAN. Ahha. Yes. This guy came it with hawks and falcons and this owl I fell in love with cuz it was so cute. And my did that man have balls of steel. He ripped open frozen chicks and tore out the abdomens and fed it to the birds. And I almost threw up and couldn’t really watch and dug my head into fatimas shoulder. At one point the hawk flew right in our direction and I freaked and sunk off the side and shrieked. lol that was great. They forced us to pack up everything cuz we were gonna have this last-night-at-frost-valley-house-party-with-smores thing in our cabin. Lars tried to beg his way into our cabin but ms downey kicked him out (“do you have ANY IDEA how cold it is outside?! Why does jake get to be inside?” haha). So we finished and guys and girls from other cabins came in and everything was chaos. SMORES ROCK. AS DO PYROMANIACS LIKE ME. I mustve roasted 20 marshmallows or something. And ate lik 5. hmm. We played Chubby Bunny with students, and then the teachers. We got mr lenis to play and he whipped all the other teachers’ ASSES at chubby bunny. Monsieur Saint-Amour and Monsieur Garot were so funny cuz theyre such prissy little French men. Wen we forced a smore down saint-amours throat (no…we just begged him to eat it…) and I took a picture, he actually struck a refined pose. It was priceless. So, more hanging around, playing card games, hanging out more…the only other thing we needed was a keg...the guys had this completely lame-brained game where they have to slap each others hands really hard and stuff. Roberts hands were SO RED wen he went outside for snow. It was sad. Everyone not from Kresge (I thought it was Krez-Gay for a bit…) left at 11ish, but we stayed up till like 3 AM hanging out, sitting in front of the fire listening to bob marley…it was great. Clarissa and Vero’s cabin was so cold and smelled like shit the last night, so they came over to our room and we all hung out. A few people went streaking in the early morning/dawn and the Dietrich-man saw them or something. So during breakfast she subtly mentioned it and it took SO LONg for us to realize that was wat she was referring to. Haha. Half of the groups went broom hockey-ing, and then went TUBING. I. Love. Tubing. I love it so much. I went with Priscilla once, and alone once on the big steep one, and I went with four other people at the same time on the longer one. so we left at noon-ish and drove back into the city. the guy who was driving our bus almost killed rahat cuz rahat pressed some emergency brake button and got it jammed, and it emitted this high pitched ringing noise that almost killed me. it was soooo funny watching the old cranky bus driver yell at him with this thick russian/italian/ukrainian accent...it was lovely. so the ride back was a bit slow...we smellled smoke the whole time cuz the driver kept on braking...and braking more. ugh. got home. very happy i am.

posted by Jennie @ 7:29 PM