Comically so...

So, the camping trip I went on was great during the day. The first and third night was pretty awful, comically so. The four of us would lay there, frozen, waiting for someone to wake up. It was all about trying to make eye contact--I would peeeak out of my sleeping bag, the cold cold air would hit my face, and I would check to see if everyone was still pretending to sleep or not. No one wants to be the one to break the silence, you know. Often I would find similarly peaking eyes, and we would smile weakly at each other, then duck back into our sleeping bags, too weak to face the cold any longer. Pathetic. Finally, satisfied that the sun was at a safe height, one of us would say something sarcastic about the wonderful night we just had and we'd laugh. The night in the middle was fine, even good by ground-sleeping standards.

The days were better. We hiked, played at White Sands, met some horses, hung around, laughed, and just enjoyed the outdoors. I'm really glad we went. While it may have been pretty terrible at night, the days were worth it and now we've got some funny stories. That's half the fun for me.


I've got anti-Spring Break coming up. I need to finish my abstract and poster, prepare for several tests and quizzes, and in a week and a half, I will be presenting. It's really important to me, this poster thing, and I'm really nervous about it. I'm just glad my sis will be there, I can look forward to that :)