I lay there pondering the thought of whether I should go or not. I turned on my side, warm and comfortable. Do I go or not. Then I heard shouting so I figured it would be best to go. Ok. So I braced myself. I needed to get out first. I stuck out a foot. The blistering coldness made me take it back. I tried again. It wasn’t so bad. So, me leg came out too. Then my other foot and my leg. Soon, both legs were out.

I gulped and gathered all the bravery in me, well, the small portions of it. And stuck a hand out. Then an arm, and another hand and another arm. Finally, with a last breath and got out. Body, legs, arms and all.

The coldness froze me as I reached out for my only source of warmth out here. Shivering and thinking whether I should go back. I resisted the temptation of returning to that warm and comfortable hideaway and had finally reached my source of warmth. As I toddled out, I heard my mum shouting, “ARE YOU OUT OF BED YET?? YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!”.

Yes, it takes a lot of bravery to get out of bed in the morning to prepare for school. Especially on Monday. ><

Haha. Lameness. xD

But it’s true. It’s so cold in the morning nowadays.

CAMP!! Haha. I’m excited. Preparing for camp is SO tiresome. Yesterday, we went shopping for camp stuff. Two hours spent looking to see whether this jacket was warm enough or if these pants fit. Tonight I have to go through the dreaded (and boring) process of packing. Big whoop. Unless you are one of those people who think packing for camp is a wonderful, thrilling and exhilarating experience that you would always do enthusiastically and with a huge grin on your face. xP

But since we’re going to be camping. Outside. With no cabins. In a tent. Carrying our own things. Taking a flashlight out to go to the toilet. Making sure we have good clothing that is not a singlet and has sleeves so the 65 litre rucksack doesn’t grind and dig into our skin. I’ll be FINE. This is MY idea of a perfect holiday. NOT. But I still agree that it will be a good experience and break from cabins and dining halls.

Seriously, I am going to be so sore afterwards, I’ll be spending Friday sleeping, showering, eating, more sleeping, shower again in case the bacteria isn’t gone yet, more sleeping, eating, shower again with extra scrubbing of my hair, even more sleeping and possibly one more shower. Doesn’t sound too fun. I’ll be lucky if I can even get out of bed to reach the shower by the sound of things. My mum was saying how she has no idea how I’m going to carry everything when she saw the pile of clothing I had to bring. ><