when the full moon rises
Dec 5, 2008
8:54 PMThe bus ride was just impossible. Teachers my dear friends, you have woken us up at 6 am in the morning, at least hire a coach that has comfortable seats that actually lower backwards. 60% of us had faulty chairs that were impossible to sleep on. Many of us were lying on the vibrating windows. Surprisingly there were girls who were wide awake and ready to annoy. Those girls who are just generally annoying and just frustrate you. Those girls who just scream "Hate me". Those girls who play their unwelcome music, full volume while you attempt to catch a few ZzZz you missed out on last night/this morning. Ah the arrival, was slow and the introduction was slow, urine was literally running down my stockings (euu..). Bloody Questacon. Nothing has changed, same ol' same ol really. No photos guys, I have sadly broken my camera. Spare the horrifying details, I was just out to take a fabulous picture. That didn't work out.
P.S: This SLR is useless, broken flash, weird functions, no cord.