campsite chronicles - a vague recollection

this will hopefully make sense to the people who participated, at least...

day 1: so me, onesie, and lytri are at the station... where's m? he said he'd pick us up right? oh, he went to another station to pick us up... the one thats even farther from the campsite. genius. the word 'cump' is created. its formal definition will shift from night to night. yay, burgers and hot dogs and fried potatoes! a rattling in the bushes. are you serious? this is how im going to eat it? mmm... roasted marshmallows... we are the worst at campfire songs... either we dont know the words, or no one knows how to play it on guitar. m, braincube, and lyt become bourbonified. lyt doesnt make it past 2:30, whereas m, braincube, and myself decide stay up and try to talk intelligently about politics, and fail. but only after the sun started coming up.

day 2: mmm... bacon syrup pancake sandwich! two wacky sacks arrive! i think theyre building a fort in their campsite. off to the lake! should there really be sand on an upstate ny lake? ew... what am i stepping on? i cant see, the water is too murky. the rest of the people-meat, bosco, and ruck arrive. time for more burgers and hot dogs, yay! s'mores! yay! fire! yay! rain! boo! wet tents! boo! we totally got cumped on by the rain. thank you, m for cursing the rain god.

day 3: mmm... bacon syrup pancake sandwich! lasso golf is fun to watch, but watching a bunch of drunk primates trying to get the lassos out of the trees is even better. i think geocaching is more fun to say than actually doing. poor onesie was voted out of the tribe for contracting some sort of deadly skin rash. luckily he left willingly, saving us from having to kill him and burn his body and all of his possessions to prevent spreading the disease. hes was a lost cause. no hope. but hopefully he's better now. ugh... more hot dogs for dinner... yegh... what? we have to use up the rest of the firewood? sweet, throw it all on! FIRE! what else can we feed the fire with? paper plates? nice! paper towels? sweet! a empty water bottle half full of bourbon? aw crap... everyone back away... did braincube just throw a lighter into the fire? yes... yes, he did. back away more. . . . BOOM! holy shit! m actually got that on his digital camera? lets all watch... whoa, that was cool... BOOM! what the hell was that? oh... right. the bourbon. well... look at the time... should really get to sleep... before we burn the forest down.

day 4: pack up and bye-bye. *sniffle*

those who partooked, feel free to add anything i missed.

an observation and a quick survey

i dont know why i find this interesting, but i figured it will be entertaining enough to post about, especially since i havent posted in a while. let me know if im wrong.

so i bought some cherries from a street vendor today, and while i was only planning on buying enough to snack on after dinner, the vendor said that i could get the second pound of cherries for $2 off, so i figured why the hell not. needless to say i have had my fill of cherries for a good while now, with plenty to share w/the roomies, which i did, and i noticed something:

why do some people eat cherries by spitting out the pit and then eat the cherry and why do others eat the cherry and then spit out the pit?

thoughts? how do you eat cherries? possible subconscious meanings? deep, i know...