akira's Diaryland Diary

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immunity challenge

I don't remember packing a keg of beer with me....come to think of it I don't remember the last 2 days. Hmmm.
It's not what I thought it would be, this island. There's no toilet, just a hole with tree leaves around it! How am I supposed to do my business in a hole??? It's cool though...with Meg and myself trying to turn Tapioca into alcohol and Uber and Q trying to make a radio out of palm tree leaves and ants, things are rather interesting. However today the boys did get it working *thinks to self* "damn they must have watched a crap load of McGyver episodes or something."
I had met some of the other people while Meg and I were searching for ANTYTHING to turn into booze. Squib told me how the pocket item she had brought was an astral projection thingie. She can compete and still go to work, be with her loved ones, etc. Damn is she smart!!
Wish I had thought of that, all I brought was John Edward, apparently a keg of beer (still don't remember packing that), a laptop (how I'm making this entry) with LOTS of battery power, my portable CD player w/ 5 CD's (didn't want to over do it), my pictures of my beloved friends/family, some smokes/lighter(s) (cheap gas station lighters run out of fuel SO fast, some incense, and....I think that's it *check pockets*....yup that's it. Hey man the day I showed up I was wearing my cargo pants, they told me anything that could fit into my pockets.
Later in the day Mangle danced around with some lost 80's music on the radio that Uber and Q got working. She sang about being free from her life in Texas and what not. And I have to say this...she has the sweetest accent, and never said "Y-all" once. I joined her in a couple of dances, and tried to show her how us "Goth" chicks dance. Q, (though I'm not sure he's exactly "Goth" has it down) was a MUCH better teacher then I was.
After a couple of hours, some of the other contestants showed up, apparently Raynbow was having problems so her arrival was delayed. And when she got here she seemed to need a big hug. More then likely she'll be coming and going for a bit until people can get their shit settled. I wish you the best hun. (that's me being a mom) The first of the newcomers that I met after that was my beloved Bill I say this like I know him, but ever since I've been exposed, I've loved reading his dairy. His layout has me obsessed (which is something I do often) for the text alone, it's called (or as I know it) Dear Teacher, it's a Pooh Bear font. I have no idea what Anthropology is but he's adorable. He's younger then I am so I have to look at him like he's my brother. Then Dan came along, with his online addictions to chat rooms. He was showing me all these really cool thing short cuts and what not, so that I don't have to worry about using a mouse. He's a sexy kinda guy, with really good opening lines. Real ladies man. Jason was the last of that brood I got to meet. He struck me as the sort of person that I wouldn't normally ever get to meet. I've read his diary literally TONS of times before, and now I got to put a face to the words. Charming and kind. He asked me about which tribe I liked in the "real" survivor. I looked at him puzzled and said "aren't we on a "REAL" survivor episode?" I laughed and then told him I was a Pagong girl all the way, purely for Colleen alone. Gotta love that girl.

Sometime later, Q came up to me and said that he and Francine had figured out how to turn stingray oil into an alcoholic drink. I got Meg and the party was on. Sabine showed us a new side of herself. She had us laughing the entire night. I, in my drunken state of mind with many thanks to Q and Francine, talked to Doug for something like 4 hours about how I wasn't all mysterious or rife (I still have no idea what that means). I know this about him just by reading his diary....he's an amazing writer and I thank Meg for creating this survivor thing, purely for the fact of finding some truly wonderful diaries.

I went out and watched the moon over the water and I thought to myself, "wow. How amazing is this?"

As tradition in my life follows I passed out before the night got exciting. But I'm happy, I got to meet some really amazing people. I read some wonderful diaries. This is what it's all about. I hope that my rendition of what I put offend no one. I meant no harm or offense. Good luck to you all. Have fun and live life like this is you last day, play in the mud, swing in the sun, enjoy your time here.

Ave )O( Akira

- 8 * 22 * 00

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