i know that i did write an entry ages ago about the alpine school (TAS), but i think i only really touched on it. it has only been the past few months that i see it was a kick ass time and i want to go back there and live. lol. i figure i should write down all the stuff i can remember about the good times, before i forget. it's going to be all over the place, but i don't care. lets start with the first expo. we were walking through this field covered with bloody holes, but we couldn't see them because they were covered with grass and shit. so every few steps u would fall in up to ur waste and have to crawl out. knobby half dying about 500m away from camp. his pack was "too heavey" and it stopped him from breathing right. lol. he just dropped and kinda fainted on the ground, no one really cared. then there was the beautiful hike that me and joe took to get the fucking fire wood. we had to carry about 30kg worth of shit to set up the fire over a river and through about 400m of a valley with hidden holes. we ended up falling in the river and in 2342345213 holes. we got to cam and were told that we probably wouldn't have a fire that night!! lol. next lets look at the free time we were given up there. becasue there was such strict rules on fun up there, we had to make our own....and we did. i will never forget all the fucking holes we put in the boys common room walls. from wrestling t stab passing the football into the walls to letting go of golf clubs accidentlly. then there was the "chair chicken" that joe and i decided to try. that was just me and him sitting on chairs and flooring it down the hall way at each other. then there was the wall jumping. that was where sumone would jump and put their feet against the hallway walls...and seeing who could stay off the ground for the longest. the illegal toboggan tracks made. american football in the snow...soccer in the snow. making out with my girlfriend in the snow. making a snow cave with my room mate, only to find it smashed the next morning by golfclubs (we rebuilt it likes 23 times). eating snow. thinking about good food. on the subject of food lets move on to the time when joe got food poisoning. lol. the fucking chow min that the fat chef cooked up was still alive, and i told the big fella not to touch it, but like always hunger gave way and joe ate it. well he was up for the rest of the night (with half of the school) shitting and spewing (i don't think the big man spewed) it out! lol. lesson learnt- don't eat asian food. next would have to be when joe and i got in shit by a angry motorist! me and him were in dresses and fur coats..(taken from the dress up bin)we had to dress up to be sheep and get filmed.. and we thought it would be a pisser to wave to passes by and be sluts. that lasted for all over 1 car..and the guy kinda locked on his brakes and turned round and came back. he was like "are you two ladies alright? having car trouble are ya?" and fuck me...i thought i looked good, but nothing like a real chick...and i got joe next to me with shoulders wider than a fridge. i don't know what kinda chicks the guy was into. anyways after a brief exchange of words the knob found out that we were male and went fucking nuts. and with him asking "what are u meant to be anyways??" joe's tongue didn't fail him with the reply "we're sheep..." his face was fucking priceless. i think he thought that we were from the mental home. then there was 2nd expo. a death march in the snow and fucking wind. i caught myself i nice case of hypothermia while trying to put the tent up. the teachers told us to put it up with out gloves on...have the eva tried putting tent pegs into the frozen groung with out gloves!!!? it was a strange feeling. u kinda don't feel cold and u are just tired and feel like u are floating. the told me to warm my hands up by putting them over boiling water. i couldn't feel shit and when i looked down i saw that i was resting my hands on the side of the pot with my fingers in boiling water. not clever. the next morning i was fine...but we had to get off the mountain that we had camped on cuz there was gale force winds forcast by lunch. so we ran like 100 gazelles off the mountain. then that same day knobby dropped the bundle. fuck head. me and joe had to carry his pack (another 23kg for us to put on our backs) and also cary him. i was all for leaving the little fucker in the snow. how many ppl can say that they and a mate dragged a crying 16 year old bloke up a 20m steep grade and then had to slide back down to get his pack....then watch a teacher help pull his pants up because they fell down and he couldn't pull them back up?? i would say not many. i really wanted to disown that little shit..or put a bullet in his head. by the end..we covered over 30kms in white out conditions. beautiful. there were so many good times had up there. fucking hell. i really wouldn't have traded my time up there for anything. the ppl that i met and still keep in contact with are unreal and the memories are second to none. fucking good times.