There and back again...

Well, as the title aptly says, I'm back. There and back again. If anyone actually knows what the title comes from, major kudos. Well, maybe not major, but still some. The trip was pretty cool. I wasn't entirely sure what to expect heading out but it turned out to be all right. Given the circumstances, that is. This is still camping I'm talking about. When the whole thing was over and I looked in the mirror I could have sworn that I'd just jumped the border from Mexico and was slowly making my way up to Montana. Dirty, smelly, acne; all of this was there. Ya, that's what camping's all about.

Last night I got the opportunity to watch the Dark Knight for the second time. Albeit not as intoxicating as my first dose, that show is still pretty much amazing. The cool thing about watching a show twice is looking for all the little subtle things that you might have missed the first time through. For example, the asian guy on top of the pile of money. Can you say twisted? Ya, totally did not notice that the first time.

Wanna know what's even more entertaining than the Dark Knight though? My parents. They have some of the funniest reactions to things ever. Anyone who's related to me can verify this. Like, right now for example. We have an hour before church starts and mi padre just came and told me (in his serious voice, of course) that we needed to get to church at least ten to fifteen minutes early and that I had to be completely packed before church. As if I didn't know? They treat packing like it's this ancient time honored tradition that needs to be carefully planned out ten years in advance or something. You take some clothes, throw them in a suitcase, and you leave. What's so complicated about that?

Anyways, I leave for a week in Oregon...again. Wish me luck? I'll need it. Later!