I've been sitting here for the past day feeling like two tons of crap. The Irish girls I was crammed in a room with the first night gave me an upper respiratory infection. I've started taking antibiotics, but I'm still not feeling any better. Now I'm waiting for the pharmacy to open so I can buy a neti-pot and some more magic honey.
Oh wait, I'm not allowed to say anything negative because I'm in New Zealand and everything is perfect. Sorry!
I'm having the time of my life! The top bunk is my favorite! I love that the shower only lasts for five seconds before you have to push a button to turn the faucet on again! I love the disgusting restrooms! I love not knowing whether I'm going to be well tomorrow or not! Life is nothing less than grand.
Seriously, I am the luckiest person ever to get to do this, but that doesn't mean that I don't have a mental meltdown every once in a while. Besides, this is my blog and I'm trying to stay honest for the sake of historical reference.
So, on Saturday, August 16, at 8:15 am, Ashleigh Almond felt like shit and was scared and worried and trying to do all the things you're supposed to do when you're sick:
-drinking lots of water
-taking antibiotics
-eating yogurt
-resting
-gargling with some weird iodine crap
And now for some nostalgia:
My Crunk Birthday
Denton Gothic
Jazz Fest
1 comment:
Please take pictures of the hostels, bedrooms, bathrooms...call me later, need to see your face.
so I can take care of you...from the other side of the world.
Love, Love, Love you,
M
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