Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Witch is dead!
I really wish the witch was dead. The hoarking, belching, gagging, bitch of a witch.
Oh how I hate that wicked witch...
Anyway, I know I didn't write a journal about my trip cause....I just didn't know what to say that wouldn't have been ridiculously cheesy. The pictures mostly suck because...I am not photogenic and when someone points a camera at me for 10 seconds before actually taking a picture the moment quickly passes and I get awkward. Here are some pictures though.[link]
I went atving. I have dirt on my knee cause I fell off once.[link]
See, I actually did drive it around.[link]
was at Conchal beach. The entire beach was actually shells, not a single rock.[link]
I have some veiny hands in that picture. See what I mean? Awkward. [link]
Little creep actually stole the whole banana![link]
I probably shouldn't have been doing this. [link]
Tamarindo in my uniCORN shirt.
Yeah looking at the pictures make me sad cause I wish I were still there. Far away from the wicked witch.