Day Ten:
Bored as hell. Need some excitement. Added bit of rancid milk to porridge this morning. Hee hee..
Day Eleven:
Finally! Out of the kitchen!!!!!! Got to go hunting w/ friends. V. v. fun. Bagged two birds three fish and lotso grubs. Yum yum.
Day Twelve:
Am running out of ideas of what to write *shakes head* Think, think.. DING! Have got idea. Shall write about things that Christian tells me. Chris is v. good spy. Must get his number if we ever get back home. Would make v. good snoop elsewhere. *Insane cackle*
Day Thirteen:
Oh joy. Have bonked into coconut tree today. Head hurts and right eye has more floaters than usual. In other news: have done some spying of my own. Listened in on council. So much for the security guards. Have found out that several people are thinking about suicide. Not surprising. I would expect this crap from probably Emilia. While she is my friend she is a bit spoiled too. Her fam. is prob v. rich and so that is why.
Day Fourteen:
Even more floaters in the right eye. Don't want to say what I think is going to happen to it. Will get teasing from peers saying that now I'm Phil and went blind instead. Will have to think up list of witty comments in case this happens. Ah, well. Had major argument sorta today. Or rather the community did. We wanted to decide whether or not we wanted to be found. I can't decide. Have adapted to island life.rather well. And here do not have to deal with exaggerated sis and always shouting mom. Miss dad rather sorely though.
Day Fifteen:
Oh joy, oh rapture. Oh the unfairness of it all. Right eye is now blind. Am v. v. V. mad with this. Now cannot see a lot of things that I could. Do not feel too alone though. Phil twisted his ankle in the last hunting party and Randy has caught a cold. At least can still walk and write. Well. Phil and Randy can write but Phil can't walk till I'm done making his crutches. Yeah me. Am the only one in this god forsaken place who can work with wood. Am sawing with sharpened piece of coral. Is v. helpful. Am also sanding with coral.
Day Sixteen:
Have finished crutches. Go me! I think that some odd balls are stealing my coconuts damn them..must try to cope with complete imbiciels surrounding me. Will not comment on Avery's black fingernail, will not, will not..
Day Seventeen:
Good god. Some people insisted on having services today the nuts.Snuck out while Whiteman ghost read out of bible. Psh.people NEVER care about the minorities. I am Jewish you stupid do know that right???
Day Eighteen:
Go me! Have decorated my hut elfish style! Found more palm leaves and decorated inside of house with them. Took white shirt scraps and peeled off first layer so they were sorta see through. Made windows by sawing through with the coral. Attached t shirt material and used for long flowing curtains to catch breeze.
Sorry my faithful reviewer..Damn golf channel is polluting my soul couldn't concentrate today..
Bored as hell. Need some excitement. Added bit of rancid milk to porridge this morning. Hee hee..
Day Eleven:
Finally! Out of the kitchen!!!!!! Got to go hunting w/ friends. V. v. fun. Bagged two birds three fish and lotso grubs. Yum yum.
Day Twelve:
Am running out of ideas of what to write *shakes head* Think, think.. DING! Have got idea. Shall write about things that Christian tells me. Chris is v. good spy. Must get his number if we ever get back home. Would make v. good snoop elsewhere. *Insane cackle*
Day Thirteen:
Oh joy. Have bonked into coconut tree today. Head hurts and right eye has more floaters than usual. In other news: have done some spying of my own. Listened in on council. So much for the security guards. Have found out that several people are thinking about suicide. Not surprising. I would expect this crap from probably Emilia. While she is my friend she is a bit spoiled too. Her fam. is prob v. rich and so that is why.
Day Fourteen:
Even more floaters in the right eye. Don't want to say what I think is going to happen to it. Will get teasing from peers saying that now I'm Phil and went blind instead. Will have to think up list of witty comments in case this happens. Ah, well. Had major argument sorta today. Or rather the community did. We wanted to decide whether or not we wanted to be found. I can't decide. Have adapted to island life.rather well. And here do not have to deal with exaggerated sis and always shouting mom. Miss dad rather sorely though.
Day Fifteen:
Oh joy, oh rapture. Oh the unfairness of it all. Right eye is now blind. Am v. v. V. mad with this. Now cannot see a lot of things that I could. Do not feel too alone though. Phil twisted his ankle in the last hunting party and Randy has caught a cold. At least can still walk and write. Well. Phil and Randy can write but Phil can't walk till I'm done making his crutches. Yeah me. Am the only one in this god forsaken place who can work with wood. Am sawing with sharpened piece of coral. Is v. helpful. Am also sanding with coral.
Day Sixteen:
Have finished crutches. Go me! I think that some odd balls are stealing my coconuts damn them..must try to cope with complete imbiciels surrounding me. Will not comment on Avery's black fingernail, will not, will not..
Day Seventeen:
Good god. Some people insisted on having services today the nuts.Snuck out while Whiteman ghost read out of bible. Psh.people NEVER care about the minorities. I am Jewish you stupid do know that right???
Day Eighteen:
Go me! Have decorated my hut elfish style! Found more palm leaves and decorated inside of house with them. Took white shirt scraps and peeled off first layer so they were sorta see through. Made windows by sawing through with the coral. Attached t shirt material and used for long flowing curtains to catch breeze.
Sorry my faithful reviewer..Damn golf channel is polluting my soul couldn't concentrate today..