ok, iternet is $1 for TEN minutes!! Ridiculous
I am currently in Kerikeri on the far north of the north island. I am picking fruit - feijoas (I don't know if that's the correct spelling). They are very tastey and aren't available in Canada. It doesn't pay that well, but better than most fruit picking jobs. I'll be here for 6-8 weeks or for only 3 weeks depending on what I decide as far as my flight home in may is concerned.
Will try to blog properly on sunday (day off)
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
the moment we've all been waiting for
FINALLY! I made it to the Balloons Over Waikato festival! I didn't think this day would actually come!
On the 23rd I returned to Hamilton from Auckland for the registration night for all crew members and pilots. That morning I had received some sad news from home about our cat, Smokey, who had to be put down. I wasn't really feeling that up-beat, and all day I kept meeting such nice people - like the old lady sitting beside me on the bus or the random guy who helped me carrying my bags to the hostel. Thank goodness too because I needed a little grace that day. In the evening I took a bus to the hotel where the meeting was. I felt really awkward. I didn't know anyone and it was clear that almost everyone else knew at least one other person there. I didn't have the energy to be the out-going, friendly traveler from Canada so I just sat quietly in the hall while I waited for the info thing to start. I did end up making a friend that night though - Emma. I met her through the pilot who had trained me a few weeks ago. He found me sitting alone in the hall and was really kind and invited me to sit with him and his crew. Emma gets my humor which is such a relief as not everyone does (which is lonely and occasionally embarrassing, ha ha).
Wednesday was the first day of the fest and we met at 6:45am at Innes Common, a field with a marquis tent on it. It's right in Hamilton and I just walk there from where I'm staying at the YWCA. It was really foggy and a storm was on its way so no one actually took off, but we did inflate the balloons and did little rides up and down. That was cool! I got to go on one of the first ones (see photos on flickr). That afternoon, as well as the next morning, our flights were canceled and the weather has been crap. Some balloons did take off on thursday morning, but our balloon is a special shape and therefore a bit harder to fly (from my understanding) so our pilot decided not to go. We did inflate it again though for the crowd to see. I got into the basket again to help weigh it down in the wind, but the wind got a hold of the balloon anyways and knocked us around! It was a bit scary but still quite fun. Thursday afternoon we went out to a primary school in Tirau to set up for the children. That was awesome! Unfortunately it was too windy to even put the balloon up so we just spread it out for the kids to see and periodically fired the burners. The kids were lots of fun to watch, they'd scream and cheer - some even got up and ran away (which was a bit sad because then they'd cry; poor lil' guys). Today's flight was also called off due to wind. It' sunny now at least, but still quite windy. Tonight we'll have a little parade with our baskets. My teams called the Fun-gi's (because we're a giant mushroom balloon), which was my suggestion (yay me!). Saturday is supposed to be the biggest day with the Night Glow fight that evening, then sunday morning is the last flight.
I'm glad that I did decide to see it through. I've promised myself I wouldn't stress about money or finding work until after the festival.
On the 23rd I returned to Hamilton from Auckland for the registration night for all crew members and pilots. That morning I had received some sad news from home about our cat, Smokey, who had to be put down. I wasn't really feeling that up-beat, and all day I kept meeting such nice people - like the old lady sitting beside me on the bus or the random guy who helped me carrying my bags to the hostel. Thank goodness too because I needed a little grace that day. In the evening I took a bus to the hotel where the meeting was. I felt really awkward. I didn't know anyone and it was clear that almost everyone else knew at least one other person there. I didn't have the energy to be the out-going, friendly traveler from Canada so I just sat quietly in the hall while I waited for the info thing to start. I did end up making a friend that night though - Emma. I met her through the pilot who had trained me a few weeks ago. He found me sitting alone in the hall and was really kind and invited me to sit with him and his crew. Emma gets my humor which is such a relief as not everyone does (which is lonely and occasionally embarrassing, ha ha).
Wednesday was the first day of the fest and we met at 6:45am at Innes Common, a field with a marquis tent on it. It's right in Hamilton and I just walk there from where I'm staying at the YWCA. It was really foggy and a storm was on its way so no one actually took off, but we did inflate the balloons and did little rides up and down. That was cool! I got to go on one of the first ones (see photos on flickr). That afternoon, as well as the next morning, our flights were canceled and the weather has been crap. Some balloons did take off on thursday morning, but our balloon is a special shape and therefore a bit harder to fly (from my understanding) so our pilot decided not to go. We did inflate it again though for the crowd to see. I got into the basket again to help weigh it down in the wind, but the wind got a hold of the balloon anyways and knocked us around! It was a bit scary but still quite fun. Thursday afternoon we went out to a primary school in Tirau to set up for the children. That was awesome! Unfortunately it was too windy to even put the balloon up so we just spread it out for the kids to see and periodically fired the burners. The kids were lots of fun to watch, they'd scream and cheer - some even got up and ran away (which was a bit sad because then they'd cry; poor lil' guys). Today's flight was also called off due to wind. It' sunny now at least, but still quite windy. Tonight we'll have a little parade with our baskets. My teams called the Fun-gi's (because we're a giant mushroom balloon), which was my suggestion (yay me!). Saturday is supposed to be the biggest day with the Night Glow fight that evening, then sunday morning is the last flight.
I'm glad that I did decide to see it through. I've promised myself I wouldn't stress about money or finding work until after the festival.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
"Not all who wander are lost"
That was written on one of the boards holding up the top bunk over my current bed.
I'm sitting in a basement internet/kareoke cafe in Auckland. I love coming back to Auckland; it's like a mini home in between homes it seems. My belly is full of milk and cookies, my nostrils full of the smell of BO, my ears full of japanese kareoke, and my head full of questions. Dare I say, an existential crisis is a brewin', ha ha! OK, I say that in a sarcastic way. But there are a lot of questions floating around in the abyss there, such as: "What the fuck am I going to do now?" and "Why am I here?". I'm thinking A LOT about home, and my life over the past few years. Particularly a few unresolved emotional conflicts that I've been avoiding addressing. I've been binge eating like crazy since I got here (like, back in Novemebr I mean) and have gained a fair amount of weight. I'm trying to get a handle on it, but of course that means dealing with the thing that compels me to do it in the first place. Oh poo. The eating is so much more enjoyable than dealing...
hmmm. Now I don't know what to say? I feel lost. I feel like the same lost, insecure, confused person I was last year, the year before, the year before that, and the year before that. I've done how many different things on my own and with professional help to address that over the last decade? So what's the deal? Is this just me? An integral part of my existance (and possibly everyone elses) that is necessary for my evolution? If I didn't routinely lose myself would I be tempted to stay stagnant? I think I struggle with the thought that nothing is ever really permanent, and all things require maintentance. I, along with so many others, tend to have a rather all-or-nothing type thinking. I think in terms of nouns and not verbs. But happiness isn't constant and never really can be, can it?
There's a voice in my head that tells me the only way to find my way is to get more lost. That voice is a romantic. That voice is the same one that still believes in love. I don't want to ignore that voice, but it has been known for bringing me heartache... Durrrrr! I just don't understand anything anymore. I feel stunned (I've said this before). Like I don't even know what I want. I do in a practical sense, but I don't feel a connection or spark. I'm spending so much time alone these days I question if I even have a realistic grip on reality. I'm spending a large amount of time in my head. No wonder I don't want to be here anymore (that and the kareoke. It's painfull.). I was reading a magazine article today that was talking about Maslow's heirarchy of needs (google it) and comparing it to my current circumstances. While I'm by no means in dire straights, I felt like a lot of my needs aren't being met or I fear that they soon won't be - even the basic ones (it's actually kinda neat to look at when I think about it objectively).
(erg, I can't think straight with this smell/kareoke...)
I'm not that distressed by the lostness I'm experiencing, but it is somewhat disconcerting. I'm mostly just bored.
I'm sitting in a basement internet/kareoke cafe in Auckland. I love coming back to Auckland; it's like a mini home in between homes it seems. My belly is full of milk and cookies, my nostrils full of the smell of BO, my ears full of japanese kareoke, and my head full of questions. Dare I say, an existential crisis is a brewin', ha ha! OK, I say that in a sarcastic way. But there are a lot of questions floating around in the abyss there, such as: "What the fuck am I going to do now?" and "Why am I here?". I'm thinking A LOT about home, and my life over the past few years. Particularly a few unresolved emotional conflicts that I've been avoiding addressing. I've been binge eating like crazy since I got here (like, back in Novemebr I mean) and have gained a fair amount of weight. I'm trying to get a handle on it, but of course that means dealing with the thing that compels me to do it in the first place. Oh poo. The eating is so much more enjoyable than dealing...
hmmm. Now I don't know what to say? I feel lost. I feel like the same lost, insecure, confused person I was last year, the year before, the year before that, and the year before that. I've done how many different things on my own and with professional help to address that over the last decade? So what's the deal? Is this just me? An integral part of my existance (and possibly everyone elses) that is necessary for my evolution? If I didn't routinely lose myself would I be tempted to stay stagnant? I think I struggle with the thought that nothing is ever really permanent, and all things require maintentance. I, along with so many others, tend to have a rather all-or-nothing type thinking. I think in terms of nouns and not verbs. But happiness isn't constant and never really can be, can it?
There's a voice in my head that tells me the only way to find my way is to get more lost. That voice is a romantic. That voice is the same one that still believes in love. I don't want to ignore that voice, but it has been known for bringing me heartache... Durrrrr! I just don't understand anything anymore. I feel stunned (I've said this before). Like I don't even know what I want. I do in a practical sense, but I don't feel a connection or spark. I'm spending so much time alone these days I question if I even have a realistic grip on reality. I'm spending a large amount of time in my head. No wonder I don't want to be here anymore (that and the kareoke. It's painfull.). I was reading a magazine article today that was talking about Maslow's heirarchy of needs (google it) and comparing it to my current circumstances. While I'm by no means in dire straights, I felt like a lot of my needs aren't being met or I fear that they soon won't be - even the basic ones (it's actually kinda neat to look at when I think about it objectively).
(erg, I can't think straight with this smell/kareoke...)
I'm not that distressed by the lostness I'm experiencing, but it is somewhat disconcerting. I'm mostly just bored.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
"Why do gorillas carry bananas?"
Since the encounter with the homeless guy, whom I have affectionately named "Chopper", I finished the Expo. I had to sell the Shammies all four days and did not make any comission (so just my less-than-minimum-wage base pay). It wasn't my favorite thing in the world but it really wasn't too bad. Anyways, my boss believed in me enough to ask me to work the next show in Palmerston North. So that's where I am now. The Field Days Expo starts tomorrow and ends saturday. This time I'll be selling the nail polish pens for sure - I told him I wanted to come work this weekend but I never wanted to sell the Ultimate Shammy ever ever again. This also solves the problem of what will I do with myself this week and where will I stay. I have an income (with potential to get more, though I'm doubtful), a purpose, and he's paying for my accomodation. So I'm content with that.
The Balloons Over Waikato Festival starts in a week. I've heard from the pilot I'll be crewing with and he's from America. I'll be working on "Shroom With a View" which is a giant flying mushroom!
The season appears to have changed as well; it's now fall. All the students have gone back to university and I'm so envious! I want to go home. I don't know if I really mean that, but... I want to go home. I'm not enjoying this right now - living out of a bag, looking at my bank statement and seeing it in the low hundreds... missing my friends and family, not having a routine, not having a plan. I know that was my whole schdik - to live a year without a plan. But four months in, I want a plan. I want to have a direction. I think the trick is finding the balance between knowing where you want to be going and staying flexible to unexpected opportunities. That has been one of my major lessons learned since leaving Franz Josef. It was when I really gave the no-plan plan a shot that I got to understand why people feel so coompelled to plan in the first place. That, and to finish school so I don't have to work shitty bullshit deadend jobs for the rest of my life feeling disillusioned and bored. I'm so tired of being here that I don't really feel that excited about the hot air balloon festival anymore. I just want to get it over with. I don't really like feeling that way... If I were to do this all again, I would do it differently. Not meaning that I regret it, just that I think I could have gained so much more from this experience had I gone about some things differently - or if I had even just prepared better. But, I obviously had (have) some lessons to learn in doing the things I've done, the way that I've done them.
answer: "because bananas can't walk"
The Balloons Over Waikato Festival starts in a week. I've heard from the pilot I'll be crewing with and he's from America. I'll be working on "Shroom With a View" which is a giant flying mushroom!
The season appears to have changed as well; it's now fall. All the students have gone back to university and I'm so envious! I want to go home. I don't know if I really mean that, but... I want to go home. I'm not enjoying this right now - living out of a bag, looking at my bank statement and seeing it in the low hundreds... missing my friends and family, not having a routine, not having a plan. I know that was my whole schdik - to live a year without a plan. But four months in, I want a plan. I want to have a direction. I think the trick is finding the balance between knowing where you want to be going and staying flexible to unexpected opportunities. That has been one of my major lessons learned since leaving Franz Josef. It was when I really gave the no-plan plan a shot that I got to understand why people feel so coompelled to plan in the first place. That, and to finish school so I don't have to work shitty bullshit deadend jobs for the rest of my life feeling disillusioned and bored. I'm so tired of being here that I don't really feel that excited about the hot air balloon festival anymore. I just want to get it over with. I don't really like feeling that way... If I were to do this all again, I would do it differently. Not meaning that I regret it, just that I think I could have gained so much more from this experience had I gone about some things differently - or if I had even just prepared better. But, I obviously had (have) some lessons to learn in doing the things I've done, the way that I've done them.
answer: "because bananas can't walk"
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sales superstar?
Not as such. Not bad at it though, just not a sales person in my heart. Oh, but I'm not selling nailpolish pens anymore, now I'm selling shammy cloths - you know, like "Shamwow". Funny right?
Also, I kinda hate being here... right now. Just for right now. But still. Filled with hate and hurtful feelings that cause me make generalizations about people and places I don't know. Why? I'm mostly just feeling low energy and sad from spending the day asking for peoples' money when all I really wanted to do was say hello and have a conversation and not feel crazy and alone. But also because on my way back I was approached by a creepy, presumabley homeless person who completely violated my sense of security by saying weird shit in a way that made me think (know) I was in danger then proceed to follow me in broad daylight surrounded by other people. I asked some random ladies if I could walk with them and pretend I knew them, they were even going in the opposite direction I needed to go but it didn't matter. I lost him and got on a bus and while we were sitting there waiting for the driver's break to finish he got on the bus. He kept saying things like "you make a man want to do things..." then trail off and say "I'm so glad I met you, you seem so trusting", etc, etc. Finally, I jumped out at the last second at a stop that was nowhere near mine because I knew he would just wait and get off at my stop - he even tried to get out when I did but I think the driver knew what was up and drove away before the guy could. Hamilton is a small place and I'm really easy to recognize now because of my hair (and orange backpack). I want to leave. I want to just leave, forget about the job and the balloon festival. That's not fair.
Also, I kinda hate being here... right now. Just for right now. But still. Filled with hate and hurtful feelings that cause me make generalizations about people and places I don't know. Why? I'm mostly just feeling low energy and sad from spending the day asking for peoples' money when all I really wanted to do was say hello and have a conversation and not feel crazy and alone. But also because on my way back I was approached by a creepy, presumabley homeless person who completely violated my sense of security by saying weird shit in a way that made me think (know) I was in danger then proceed to follow me in broad daylight surrounded by other people. I asked some random ladies if I could walk with them and pretend I knew them, they were even going in the opposite direction I needed to go but it didn't matter. I lost him and got on a bus and while we were sitting there waiting for the driver's break to finish he got on the bus. He kept saying things like "you make a man want to do things..." then trail off and say "I'm so glad I met you, you seem so trusting", etc, etc. Finally, I jumped out at the last second at a stop that was nowhere near mine because I knew he would just wait and get off at my stop - he even tried to get out when I did but I think the driver knew what was up and drove away before the guy could. Hamilton is a small place and I'm really easy to recognize now because of my hair (and orange backpack). I want to leave. I want to just leave, forget about the job and the balloon festival. That's not fair.
Monday, March 8, 2010
JOB NEWS!
Ok, so the first time I was in Rotorua I applied at a bar next door to the backpackers hostel to get some experience bar tending. It's a bit of a catch-22 to get bar tending experience because no one wants to hire you if you don't already have experience. The called me to set up an interview the night before I left for Hamilton last week but I couldn't obviously go because I was leaving. We set it for monday (yesterday - remember, I'm a day ahead of you) and I figured I'd actually just cancel it and stay in Hamilton or go else where. But on sunday when I was asking myself 'what now?' I figured I may as well go to the interview since it was the only response I had gotten from any of the places I applied to (I was really starting to feel rejected and even doubt my "high employability" I so often claim to have). I came back, had the interview, dazzled my would-be employer (of course), and was offered a job. It was only part time and would include two days in the kitchen, but they would let me have the time off for the balloon fest and I could start training immediately (and I am desperate). I really struggled to decide what I'd do because realistically I want (need) full-time work, not to mention that I wasn't entirely keen to work in the kitchen of a night club. If I took the job it would just be to use them for work until the festival then I'd probably quit and go do fruit picking. That idea made me feel really uncomfortable though, I didn't want to be dishonest but I was getting desperate. I battled with it all afternoon, decided at least a dozen times that I would take it then changed my mind, made a pro/cons list, etc. Before going to bed I remembered an ad for a sales job at a four day expo in hamilton that I copied down the number to but put off applying to as I didn't want to do sales either (so I'm picky, ok). I'd rather do sales and make a shitty commision than lie and use this other job so I resolved to call the guy in the morning and, more or less, beg for a job. If that didn't work, I'd swallow my integrity and take the bar job (and repent after, ha!). Well, firts thing when I woke, I called the guy, charmed him instantly (I'm getting quite good at that by the way) and I start training tomorrow! My conscious is relieved! AND I'm actually really excited about the sales job too. The guy sounds really fun and the product is something I can sell - nail polish pens! http://www.miginailart.com/ If everything goes well I'll ask him if I can do another expo the following weekend, it's in the same area. If everything goes crap, then I'll still get atleast $80 a day to keep me afloat until I can get out to Tauranga for fruit picking. But seriously, I'm going to be good at this job, maybe not a prodigy, but I will make out ok. I can feel it!
Speaking of honesty, I randomly checked the wwoofing website because I had a feeling there would be a note about me on the profile of the person whose ID I was using. See, I was givin the book with all the host contact info in it by an american girl who was leaving NZ. She said I could just pretend to be her so I don't have to pay the fee (which is really quite reasonable, but I'm cheap sometimes). I wasn't sure if it was something I was interested in so I carried the book for a while and only really looked at it when I was feeling disgruntled in Franz Josef. Anyways, when I was at the naturist place and had a really horrible time, I told them as soon as I got there that I was using someone else's number which they seemed ok with. But when I decided to leave early, the lady of the house asked for the number I was using. I knew exactly what she was going to do but felt honesty would be the best policy. Sure enough she had a waring put out about me that I wasn't registered, etc. I laughed but it still hurt to see my name in bold claiming that I am a fraud. It really bothered me. I wouldn't stop thinking about out. I thought up all kinds of mean emails to send that nasty woman! But I had a better idea, I'd email the organization instead. I admitted to using the book and requested that the bold be removed from Kelly's profile so not to damage her good name, I assured them I threw away the book and confided that after my experience with the naturists I had absolutely no desire to try wwoofing again. I even provided my contact info if they had any questions. I didn't tell them what happend at the farm, just that I felt mistreated. If they want to look into it they can, but I don't have to be petty. They emailed me back promptly thanking me, saying they removed the warning, and apologizing for my unfortunate experience. Now I get to ride around on my high-horse feeling like the bigger (read "better") person. Ha ha ha ha! So I am bit petty after all, I didn't have to be mean about it though.
In other exciting news, my dreads are coming along very nicely. I am frequently getting positive comments and inquiries about them - and that feels just sooooo lovely! Also, I recieved my official acceptance into the education program at U of A, so I'll be starting school again in september (yes, that means I'll be home in august at the latest). I love school so much that I might as well get a job in a school, really.
So that's me for now. Heading back to Hamilton early tomorrow morning. I'll update this again after the expo and my debut as a sales superstar.
Speaking of honesty, I randomly checked the wwoofing website because I had a feeling there would be a note about me on the profile of the person whose ID I was using. See, I was givin the book with all the host contact info in it by an american girl who was leaving NZ. She said I could just pretend to be her so I don't have to pay the fee (which is really quite reasonable, but I'm cheap sometimes). I wasn't sure if it was something I was interested in so I carried the book for a while and only really looked at it when I was feeling disgruntled in Franz Josef. Anyways, when I was at the naturist place and had a really horrible time, I told them as soon as I got there that I was using someone else's number which they seemed ok with. But when I decided to leave early, the lady of the house asked for the number I was using. I knew exactly what she was going to do but felt honesty would be the best policy. Sure enough she had a waring put out about me that I wasn't registered, etc. I laughed but it still hurt to see my name in bold claiming that I am a fraud. It really bothered me. I wouldn't stop thinking about out. I thought up all kinds of mean emails to send that nasty woman! But I had a better idea, I'd email the organization instead. I admitted to using the book and requested that the bold be removed from Kelly's profile so not to damage her good name, I assured them I threw away the book and confided that after my experience with the naturists I had absolutely no desire to try wwoofing again. I even provided my contact info if they had any questions. I didn't tell them what happend at the farm, just that I felt mistreated. If they want to look into it they can, but I don't have to be petty. They emailed me back promptly thanking me, saying they removed the warning, and apologizing for my unfortunate experience. Now I get to ride around on my high-horse feeling like the bigger (read "better") person. Ha ha ha ha! So I am bit petty after all, I didn't have to be mean about it though.
In other exciting news, my dreads are coming along very nicely. I am frequently getting positive comments and inquiries about them - and that feels just sooooo lovely! Also, I recieved my official acceptance into the education program at U of A, so I'll be starting school again in september (yes, that means I'll be home in august at the latest). I love school so much that I might as well get a job in a school, really.
So that's me for now. Heading back to Hamilton early tomorrow morning. I'll update this again after the expo and my debut as a sales superstar.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Ballooney
This morning I had my Balloons Over Waikato crew training (see my flickr for pictures) and it was cool. I feel so privilaged that I get to do this. The best part is that I made it happen! I wanted it, asked for it, and was determined. Not that it was difficult, they're actually short volunteers and therefor desperate - but don't burst my balloon! Now I just need to survive financially for the next 3 weeks. It's worth it though. Being there is so much more different then imagining; everyone knows that but I often forget. I can't wait to see all the balloons there at once. I'm probably going to get to work on "special shapes" which are the balloons that are shaped like birthday cakes and dinosaurs (yes, I did say dinosaurs)! I WILL find a way to stay afloat until the end of the festival on march 28th! I can do this!
In the mean time I'm not sure where I'll go. It would be smart to just stay in Hamilton and save money, but this place is boring when you have no money and no friends. I might try to find a wwoofing place nearby to stay at, but we all know how well that went last time. Third times a charm maybe? If not, then I may just hang around in Raglan. If I'm spending money to stay in hostels anyways, I might as well do it in a place that is beautiful. It's free to sit a the beach everyday, and there are people there I can make friends with. Plus, then I can hand out CVs in a town I'd actually want to stay in for a while (and maybe, just maybe, I'll get a chance to go surfing again...)
In the mean time I'm not sure where I'll go. It would be smart to just stay in Hamilton and save money, but this place is boring when you have no money and no friends. I might try to find a wwoofing place nearby to stay at, but we all know how well that went last time. Third times a charm maybe? If not, then I may just hang around in Raglan. If I'm spending money to stay in hostels anyways, I might as well do it in a place that is beautiful. It's free to sit a the beach everyday, and there are people there I can make friends with. Plus, then I can hand out CVs in a town I'd actually want to stay in for a while (and maybe, just maybe, I'll get a chance to go surfing again...)
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
biding time
I'm in Hamilton now. I'm all over the freakin' map mentally though. The reason I'm now here is because I have training this saturday for the hot air balloon festival that's coming up on the 24th. I was really excited to be a part of this festival but lately I've been so anxious about my financial situation that it's making me think I don't even want to do it anymore. The festival is close enough that I feel really limited about finding a job, especially considering that I don't think I really want to find one here in Hamilton. Ths is a nice town - with beautiful gardens - but it's a bit dull and I would like a job that's active and gets me meeting other people (in my age group preferably). I did decide to put in an application to the caving thing in Waitomo (and I must say, I felt I did a really good cover letter) so I'll give them a call next week to follow up. Remember that overnight boat trip I did right at the begining? The one with the orcas. Well, they're hiring too and that would be spectacular! I just hope I can get my timing right as I can only have an interview in person. That would be an awesome job though...
My training for the balloon fest will be on saturday. At that point I'll decide if I'm going to hang around for the festival itself (which I really hope that I do) or if I'll go get a job fruit picking or something. I think it would be a real bummer if I didn't go to the festival, but right now it just seems more like a stresstival. :P
My training for the balloon fest will be on saturday. At that point I'll decide if I'm going to hang around for the festival itself (which I really hope that I do) or if I'll go get a job fruit picking or something. I think it would be a real bummer if I didn't go to the festival, but right now it just seems more like a stresstival. :P
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