My Not-So-Relaxing Refugee Camp

                                             EUGENE'S REFUGEE NIGHT 

You guys are expecting to read a story that says "I talked with my friends and had a good night.". WRONG. The moment I got into my sleeping bag, Lewis warned me there was a slug somewhere around. Not cool. Anyway, after sellotaping my mouth so the slug won't find its way through my stomach, I tried to sleep. Emphasis on TRIED. That's when Maycon started screaming like a girl and woke everybody up. At the end we had to get Ms. Hemmingsen to get the spider out of her (yes, her, A.K.A Maycon) box. As I was about to sleep (Again, emphasis on about) Michael starts telling everyone a scary story, and for people who know me, I hate scary stories. After about an hour Michael agreed to not tell it, I finally went into a deep slumber - And awoke again at 2 AM because of Maycon's (The she-male's) snoring. Man, I thought there was a godzilla in there!