Guess who's back...

EarthCurrent · Post by **EarthCurrent** » Fri Jun 20, 2003 12:50 pm

CheeseBeFriend wrote:PS Welcome Back even though I stand yet not knowing you.

oh, you don't want to know him. Wolf has anger management issues...

CheeseBeFriend · Post by **CheeseBeFriend** » Fri Jun 20, 2003 1:48 pm

EarthCurrent wrote:
CheeseBeFriend wrote:PS Welcome Back even though I stand yet not knowing you.
oh, you don't want to know him. Wolf has anger management issues...

Don't we all not have anger management problems dont we!!?? GOD BLAMMET...hmmm cheeese

Lone Wolf · Post by **Lone Wolf** » Sat Jun 21, 2003 4:54 am

EarthCurrent wrote:oh, you don't want to know him. Wolf has anger management issues...

I DO NOT! DAMN YOU!

As for the trip...

I took a plane from Orlando to Maimi and then went on a connecting flight to Montego Bay, Jamaica. It took 3 hours on the bus to get from the airport to Moorelands Camp: the place where we stayed. The roads were VERY BUMPY! When I got there, I stepped off the bus and was bitten by ants in the first 5 minutes. Everyone stayed in rooms surrounding this small courtyard with clotheslines in it. The bathrooms were in opposite corners of the courtyard (I got confused and accidently walked into the ladies room once. I looked at some girls doing their hair and stuff in the mirror and I was like 'wtf...Where am I?'. I don't think they noticed me...luckily.

). I stayed in a room with 8 other guys from my Orlando group. I didn't stay up late talking because I passed out early every night. The meals were good and were different almost everyday. We had french toast sticks for breakfast one day as well as pancakes, an egg/bacon thing, and cereal. Dinner included meat, rice with kidney beans, soup, and other stuff I forgot.

I was grouped with other people from Iowa, Connecticut, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Georgia. Our worksite was a small house with unfinished cement-block walls surrounding it. There was a roof connecting four of the walls and we made grids with reebar. Our job was to make a floor for a second story porch-type thing. We had to walk down the road a bit and fill buckets up with water from a cistern and then come back to fill up big metal barrels. Tough work. We also had to shovel gravel and some other stuff and use cement mix. We made mortar in the dirt driveway and then filled close to 15 buckets with it. We created a line and handed the filled buckets to the next person. Once it reached this once person, he threw the buckets up to a Jamaican guy name Clive (he was awesome) who was on a small platform. Clive then tossed the buckets up to the roof. Another line of ppl up on the roof passed the buckets to finally be poured on the reebar-laden roof. The empty buckets were then passed back the way they had come. This proved very difficult. Those buckets were HEAVY and they were constantly coming! There were so many times that cement splashed out and covered me. One time, this person was passing back an empty bucket...well, he threw it over his head expecting me to catch it. A little piece of thick mortar flew out and, in slow-motion, I watched as the piece landed squarely on my forehead. I don't remember if I caught that bucket. It took us the whole time we were in Jamaica, but we finished what we needed to.

Well, there was a thing among the people from Alphoretta, Geogia. All the girls were nicknamed after a southern food and all the boys had girls names. Some in our group got our very own nicknames (not me

). There was this one girl from Nashville whom we called eggplant and this other girl whom we called peach cobbler or cobbler for short because she had red hair and freckles. One of the men in our group we named sunshine. It was crazy. They also had a saying from the last place they went that the whole camp used. We said "Suck it up, buttercup!" when someone started to whine. It was funny.

On a day off, we got to go to a waterfall. It's not like a big waterfall like you're thinking of, but instead gradual falls with little pools every now and then. Getting there, though, was not easy. The bus ride was, again, 3 hours long both ways. I thought I would pass the time by writing an Eva fanfic...big mistake. It took me 5 minutes just to steady myself from the bumpy road to make a single letter.

It was Hell. When we got to the place, I climbed up the falls really fast. Since I am good at climbing and had climbed a lot of climbing walls, it was easy. After that, I passed out on the beach with some of the girls, trying and hoping for a tan. It was a good nap and I needed it. After we left, we headed to the MARKETPLACE (Oh dear God...)! That was hectic! If you've never been in a crowded marketplace where all the little stores sell you the same thing, you need to experience it. This one lady took my hand while I was walking and pulled me in the totally opposite direction because she wanted to braid my hair!

Ah...now for the girl troubles...

The whole busride up from the airport the first day, I was sitting with my friends and there were these two girls from Connecticut behind us. Me and this one girl hit it off and talked endlessly about favorite bands and music. Well, my friends all poked fun at me and chanted "girlfriend" and stuff. By the end of the week, however, that girl ended up liking one of my friends, but the liking was only one way. We had to constantly hide my friend from her because she was always looking for him. I wanted to rub his "girfriend" comments in his face, but I didn't. On my worksite, there was this VERY cute girl, "eggplant", who always flirted with me. Whenever I got cement on my face, she would be kind enough and wipe if off with her finger. Tons of other stuff happened to me like that. I started to think she was really diggin me. However, later in the week, I saw her doing the same things with one of my friends. I was like "hmm...". Ater that, I saw her doing the same thing to ANOTHER of my friends. I was like "ok...that's it.". At that point I literally told my friends I was going to swear off women for the rest of my life (These aren't the only experiences. I've had MANY MORE bad experiences with women that have shaped the way I think now. However, finally, I met this girl from Alphoretta, Georgia. She was just like me. It was creepy. We said the same things at the same time on more than one occasion. She was really spunky. I only really got to spend some time with her on the last two days we were there. Nonetheless, I was by her when we had a bonfire going in the camp at night. After that, we sat and talked and we realized the next morning I had to pack up and leave. Before she went to her cabin, I got some kisses on my lips! I'm not sure, but I think those would be my first real mouth kisses. Well, I liked it.

I got her e-mail address and AIM names on a piece of paper, and I tried so hard to protect it. I made it home at like 10 at night. I completely forgot I had the paper and I handed my shorts to my mom for washing. Only until later did I realize what had happened. I rushed and turned off the washing machine as quickly as I could, pulling the paper from the pocket. Me and my sister carefully tried to unfold it, but it ripped a lot. Luckily, I was able to read one of the names on there. All of that didn't matter, though, because she IMed me earlier today (as of this writing) and now she's on my buddies list!

Well, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your time. I hope you enjoyed my Jamaica story. There was more information that is missing, but it's difficult to explain in text and, also, I just forget some of it.

Farmboybob · Post by **Farmboybob** » Sat Jun 21, 2003 11:16 am

Well, it sounds like all in all you had a good time.
And congrats on your first kiss, I mean it.

Lone Wolf · Post by **Lone Wolf** » Sat Jun 21, 2003 11:18 am

Hehe...

Thanks.

Veldrin · Post by **Veldrin** » Sat Jun 21, 2003 11:49 am

This sounds more like "Crazy girlfriend lovin days." Then a trip to jamacia. Wheres the stories about pot and meeting pedophiles on the street. Grr you disappoint me. Hey but I hope you had a fun time. You should have raped on of those girls though to show um whos boss.

Lone Wolf · Post by **Lone Wolf** » Sat Jun 21, 2003 5:17 pm

You are seriously screwed up, Vel.

Surprisingly, I didn't see any drugs. I was offered some on the street, but I declined. At the market, two of my friends stood and listened to this rastafarian for over 30 minutes. He was obviously high or something because he was constantly contradicting himself. I remember him saying something about Heaven not being up in the sky or something, but when he prayed, he looked up

. He was also saying something about Michelangelo the painter and Jesus. I don't remember exactly what it was about, though.

One of my friends bought a small drum from the market. During freetime, one of my friends would play the guitar, I would play the mini-bongo, one of my other friends sang lyrics in a screaming type of tone (because he's in a heavy thrash band), and two others sang lyrics with their hands cupping their mouths and using other effects. It was really funny. We sang about making fun of each other. The most memorable song was dedicated to a kid in our cabin while he was sleeping. We sang:

Sam
lays his head
on the pillow
lays his head
then goes to bed
lays his head
on the pillow
lays his head
then goes to bed

etc. etc.

It was fun.