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Sunday, September 10, 2006

Creepy Christians

I was in a store in New Zealand with Nicole and we were trying on really expensive clothes. I put on a gigantic pink fur coat, and she put on a blue one. I thought to myself "wow, this would look a lot better on me if I still had hair". Then my hair suddenly appeared back on my head.
I was in my hostel room and there were some Christian people in there who were doing something to our hair in order to represent that our sins had been forgiven. There were big ribbons attached to the ceiling, which the people braided into our hair. Everyone else waited very patiently and quietly while this was being done, however I decided that I would display my disintrest in religion as a whole by dancing around and being otherwise rude during the whole process. The woman who was braiding my hair got back at me for my rudeness by taking very very long to finish. So eventually everyone else was done, but I still had to stand there and wait for the woman to let go of my hair.
Everyone in my project group was trying to get to the airplane to go home, but as we were walking through downtown we kept getting distracted by everything. There was a rock wall on the sidewalk and I wanted to try to climb it. The rope I had to use was very flimsy, and I didn't trust that it could hold my weight. Caleb was there and he told me I shouldn't worry because he used it earlier. So I believed him and climbed up the wall very fast. Everyone praised me for being such a good climber.
There were a bunch of little things I had accumulated and now had to carry around with me, all of them were small enough to fit in my contacts case so thats were I kept them. However everything had gotten really dirty and I wanted to clean it. To do so, I put all the objects in my mouth, then poured contact solution in along with them, and swished everything around. It tasted terrible, and it took a lot to keep me from vomiting. But I didn't and then everything was clean.

3 Comments:

Blogger bravlittltoaster said...

drinking + dreaming = retarded dreams... and I think feeing nauseaous was actually a feeling I was having while I was asleep... ew

September 10, 2006 2:32 PM  
Blogger Justin said...

Word to that.

September 10, 2006 3:13 PM  
Blogger Briggity Brak said...

I think the Christians were trying to kill you by hanging you from the ceiling by your hair.

September 10, 2006 9:04 PM  

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