Monday, June 25, 2007

Except, I broke three nails doing it.

So, I was in the dining hall for breakfast at 8:20 this morning, as every day. And between then and now (5pm), I've had exactly three (non-consecutive) hours during which I was not teaching dancing somewhere or eating lunch back in the dining hall. In those three hours, I did not once come back to my room, though I could have. I didn't sleep or read or eat. During the first free hour, I played (and learned) frisbee. During the second hour, I joined a bunk for their mountain biking ride. During the third hour, I played frisbee.

Who is this and what has happened to RDB? More on this later 'cuz this is serious.

2 comments:

Scot said...

So I'm assuming frisbee and acrylics don't mix?

Sivan Yitzhak said...

See, but that's waht Irony is all about....
Wow, you really are turning into a camper! next thing your will be waring tons of make up and sneaking into the boy bunks..