Ugh

Ugh. The corporate retards at the publishing house forced Baka Tsuki to delete the Haruhi Suzumiya pages.

Fuck you.

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There goes my source of entertainment. :(

But then again, with my kind of luck, this wouldn't be unexpected.

So, anyway, time for the camp thing. Most of it was boring, except for the meals. Normally, I don't eat my food. I practically inhale it into my stomach. But this time, nope. That ain't happening.

We'd laugh for 5 minutes at the weirdest things, then sit there reminding each other not to laugh. A minute later, somebody cracks up again.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

You get the idea, don't you?

Good.

What I hated the most was the Flying Fox.

Now, I fear almost nothing. Except for heights, which my rather "supporting" classmates now know of. Oh, how I wish that there was no laws prohibiting murder/manslaughter/assault/arson.

So, there I was, on the platform, and I just realized just how high up I was, and how the platform shook when somebody took a jump.

I stepped off, and realized I couldn't touch the platform properly. That was when my brain started screaming at me to do something.

And, that's when I grabbed the railing for dear life. The trainers tried to pry my right hand off, but you can't beat the sheer strength adrenaline gives you.

Eventually, they gave up on trying to pry me, and let me go. Naturally, my classmates were disappointed. They really wanted to hear me scream, and they weren't happy.

That's when I started addressing them as motherfuckers. And that shut them up pretty fast, especially after I wrestled one of them onto the floor.

Anyway, they forgot about it soon enough, mainly because I was itching to beat somebody up.

Good for them. On the trip back, we were bullshitting, acting like Steve Irwin, and basically making fun of everybody, including habits, names, nicknames, traits, etc.

We got the Milo Sloth, Tree Hugger, Salty Goat, Squinty-Eyed Beast, Taylor Swift Monkey, and the Australian Alligator, for example. Guess who's who. :D

Now, to sum up my joyous, and awesome camp, I got the flu on the second-last day, then proceeded to have a sleepless night, before I took some Panadol, when on the busride home, sleeping and chatting away.

Mabel, the Lethargic