b00t suicide

shoe man said my boot was designed to fail, so, it is literally committing suicide. not sure how well ducttape will work either, its eating its soul. which is lames. currently in nelson with 4 other kids. we more or less got kicked out of the last hostel we were in, which, was a freakin good time. but, in was fate. there were 7 of us, a fridged pool, a hottub and lots of beer. im not sure why they have the pool open during the winter because they don't heat it at all. controlling your breathing while swimming in ice cubes (not really) is freakin difficult. we're sorting out our ventures to able tasman today i think, and also going to go eat things from the beach

PaCKiNG sucks

i have a backpack that can hold multiple midgets (dwarfs?) or something. i'm pretty sure i could smuggle one of the smaller pyramids somewhere. this is that "hey this is a first blog post entry" entry. it is in no way at all related to the first paragraph of a book. regardless of the quality of this posting, i guarentee that this blog will suck (and yes, i miss spelled gurantee in protest of things not fixign my typing automatically). look at this picture of suck (grrrrrrrr):


if lincoln could grrr, that'd be weird.