Well, I guess after watching Garden State and reading The Half-Blood Prince, I can finally rest easy as part of our generation. My travels most recently took me out on a farm about an hour and a half southwest of the city. There me and two fellow Butler students tailed a real life semi-retired farmer through a weekend of naps, TV, and potato heavy meals.
We did spend a little time feeding and herding sheep, but overall it wasn't the romantic adventure I had assumed farm life to be. Our caving expedition last week was more engaging, although not quite as comfortable. Sliding off an underground waterfall into darkness and a waiting pool of glacier water is an impressive notch to add to my ego-resume, but conversly is very, very cold.
To date, I still havn't really been able to pin down concrete differences between NZ and "The States", but when I figure it out, you'll be the first to know. By the way, my friends, I made a semi-delicious tuna noodle casserole tonight, although finding out that Seth doesn't have to cook his own food makes it taste like sulfer.
Strange sentance, but you get it. I hope summer is treating everyone well, and you're not taking the warmth for granted.
Rose, I havn't found anyone for the shirt yet, but I'm still looking
Open Sesame,
Drew
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