Saturday, 4 June 2011

I like the blog description.

It's just informative enough to be useful and just snarky enough to be reminiscent of Class 123.

Because that's all we are. A bunch of deadpan snarkers stuck in the woods for the next two months, trying to not get eaten alive by bugs and bears - and frankly, I'm more scared of the bugs.

Suze here. This'll be my formal introduction. Can't say I really know what I'll be posting, but hey, a post is a post is a post, right?

Anyways, it's just around seven pm now and we've all just finished dinner. Hot dogs over the fire and smores, yum~ Too bad it can't stay like this - between the fifty of us four packs of mallows went alarmingly fast, and I think we can blame Zach for finishing at least one of them.

Everybody's unpacking now. We've got between two and four people assigned to a tent, chosen based on 'capatability,' which is a nice way of saying 'all the friends get put together and the loners get boned.'

Lyle and Zach are sharing a tent. For those of you who don't know Lyle, here's a quick summary: neither do I. This guy is an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in a demeanor as frigid as the ninth circle of hell with a glare sharp enough to cut down every tree in this forest.

I know this because Zach knows this. I don't talk to him much myself, but Zach and Lyle are tighter than ... Well, they're about as tight as the screws in Zach's head, (he's going to kill me for that later) but for Lyle that's a huge step up from the norm. Half the people in our class don't know the kid's name, so I guess that's something to be proud of?

The prof says today and tomorrow will most likely be for settling in and setting up camp. He says a good home base is the most important part of a long outing, and that if we do it right the first time, we won't have to worry about fixing it a second time, or a third, or a fourth ...

'Good luck with that,' I tell him. 'You're working with fifty student who, for the mos part, have only seen trees lining the streets and in the little stoner forest behind the university.'

He laughs and tells me to get back to unpacking. Bri, Lily and I are sharing a tent. Bri is the one responsible for 'the layout and stuff' and is the only one (other than the prof) with the covenant admin privs.

Needless to say, we're all incredibly jelly.

It's getting pretty late. The prof wants lights out by 10 and the bugs are starting to bite something nasty. We'll probably post some more science-y stuff once we actually get everything set up, but for now it'll most likely just be camp gossip and introductions.

In need of a clever outro,


  1. But that's implying that I'm about as sane as the Fight Club reference!!!


    Son I am currently seriously distress.

  2. I am Joe's Overanalyzed Reference.

    Shouldn't you be asleep?

  3. I was kinda posting (Don'ttellStuartPLEASE?) At least my tent partner doesn't seem to care very much. Go check it out! :D

  4. I'm not sure~

    Convince me. <3

  5. If Suze doesn't tell Stuart, I sure as hell will. >8D

  6. You are all ridiculous. D:
    But I'm finally going to bed now. Think I tortured poor Lyle enough with my incessant typing.