Too many assignments! Shark Bay... Better!
ARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally, a day off from uni and work, and its raining! Typical. The Lord knew the only way to keep me inside today was to make it cold and rainy! So here I am writing on LiveJournal, cough cough, I mean doing assignments!
Only 5 weeks to go! Only 5 weeks to go! Only 5 weeks to go! Only 5 weeks to go! And 6 assignments due in the next 3 weeks! Argghhh!! Only 2 exams, only 2 exams, only 2 exams! :)
Today I booked our tickets for the Cape to Cape walk in November. But i forgot that you need everybodies concession card numbers so I now need to ring everybody.
Sheila... I think it was aimed at me... the "I love you Amy"! I found that so... sweet. I felt so... special:) Right back to ya schnookems!
You cant attach stuff to this can ya? I got back from Kayaking through Shark Bay last wednesday and it was phenomenal! Absolute blast.. but now as predicted I have entered my 2week rut of "whats the point", "I wanna go kayaking", "I wanna go back to shark bay".... grrrrr
Need to cheer meself up a little. Thank goodness the Lovely Vicky rang me the other night! Made my life worth living inbetween assignments:) I miss my little wagon! Only 3.5months and she is back with me! Mwuahhahhaaahaha and will never leave my sight again!!!!
I dont know how I am going to do these assignments! Sheila I am loving all this housework stuff taht you are up to! I remember way back when, we never believed you would be in for all of that! I had images of the gorgeous Sheila laying back in a white robe being fed grapes or cream strawberries or chocolate from either some home made creation or servant boy:) He he he he. I think its great and I cant wait to join you!
Here is my write up. I figured that I would copy and paste the 11 pages:)So for those of you that are interested or completely bored! It was a great experience! Here you go Vickster!
________________________________________
________________________________________
________________
Shark Bay Expedition
2006
The week before the great kayaking expedition along the glorious coastlines of Shark Bay consisted of pure stress and anxiety to complete and start UNI assignments. This was accompanied by the shopping and packing of too much gear, checking and double checking that I had everything, and then worrying that I had too much gear or that I had somehow forgotten something. Nightmarish images of ‘The Dreaded Point’, howling winds and sore shoulders kept me awake at night and left me with the attitude of “This will be my last paddle with Kingsway”.
Day 1: Wednesday 27th September
Tired from last minute UNI work, I felt like I did not want to go on this Shark Bay Expedition AGAIN! Knowing that it was a hard, character-building experience could I really be bothered? However, I knew better! I knew that once I was on the bus headed out to the middle of nowhere, surrounded by sun, warmth, red cliffs, clear blue water and skies, with great company… it would all be worth it!
Funny how life changes over the years. During school excitement builds up for months over something like this. You think about it and day dream about it until it’s over! Nowadays, you stress over finishing all other commitments and organise future commitments before you go so that when you return you won’t be snowed under! So I did not have a chance to get excited about the trip until I took that first step up into the bus.
Tel, Marty, Ian and the kids including; Lauren, Rebekah, Charis, Diana, Kale and Brett (my two cowboys), Matt, Blake and Jono arrived and picked me up from the Bullsbrook pub ‘Checkers’ at 7am on Wednesday the 27th of September. As soon as I stepped up into the KCC bus I felt pumped, comfortable and ready to go
I spoke to and caught up with Tel, Cally and Diana (my paddling partner from the 3day Kayak trip from Ocean Reef to Yanchep).
The next ten hours… consisted of talking, sleeping and overheating as temperatures increased with the increasing distance from Perth. Cally took the wrong turn-off and we took the longer ‘scenic’ route towards Geraldton. There were a few changes to the kids which attended, since the Yanchep paddle. Kale Aitken took over from Raymond and Steph, so I would eventually have to muster up the courage to introduce myself later on.
We reached Denham Caravan Park around 5ish and set up camp. Dinner was at the little café like last time and was followed by an early night. Amazing how group dynamics change over time! Tonight at dinner, due to unfamiliarity and a lack of tables and chairs, the kayaking posse was split up into 3 groups. Tel, Cally, Ian and me. Diana, Lauren and Rebekah. Matt, Blake, Kale, Brett, Jono and Charis. This didn’t bother me as I knew it would not last long For example, before going to sleep Ian, myself and the kids stood in a circle at the centre of our semi-circle of tents, getting to know each other better. This broke the ice a little for the kids and the ‘supervisors’ that they did not know well.
Day 2: Thursday 28th September
Early wake up call at sunrise, breakfast and exhaustive packing. Tel lent me his wonderful 2 man tent, which was absolutely brilliant! And we discussed the wonder at the inability to repack the same stuff in the same dry-bag?
After praying furiously for strength and perseverance the Lord answered my prayers with a shocking headache that lasted the entire day and night, and after lifting 20kg of water in one shot I put my back out! Great (Insert MAJOR sarcasm)! So a saying heard many times throughout the trip emerged… “Thank God for Neurophen!”
Today I could not help but think “What the hell am I doing this for, AGAIN!” This was a similar train of thought to Tel’s “Why am I doing this, AGAIN!” This was in contrast to Cally’s always wired, energizer bunny “NEVER SAY DIE!” mentality.
A wonderful morning of Cormorants, seagulls and clear blue water. My bad attitude towards attending disintegrated as soon as we were out of Denham paddling through clear blue waters, under clear blue skies, gliding past spectacular red cliffs under the midday heat from the glorious sun! Pure pleasure…
Lunch was had on a beach where we spent the time trying to keep ahead of the tide. I was quickly introduced to Kale’s inability to sit still for more than 2 minutes. That boy is a true farmer’s son! Always on the move, investigating in the mud, shallows and anything else that caught his imagination! Very entertaining.
First campsite. First night out in the wilderness! I quickly fell back into the familiar and comfortable routine of packing and unpacking. We sat on the beach leaning up against the kayaks, groveling in the sand while watching the boys fishing and gidgying. I walked to the top of the sand dunes and took a 360 degree view of the surroundings. From here you could see Denham in the distance to the South and tomorrows ‘point’ destination to the North. Beautiful!
Dinner was cooked in a cosy little circle behind the girls tents out of the wind. Tel had bought a tarp which he laid on the sand for our comfort. From here he made himself a little pillow and laid back. Here we talked about favourite movies and the power and holiness of Neurophen, getting to know each other and being introduced to Tel’s sidekick Pookey? A mysterious and never seen sleeping companion who evolved beyond understanding as the trip went on. Satellites, bright stars, shooting stars and a clear black night sky…
Tel and I stayed up discussing the following days, our apprehensions, thoughts and expectations of the trip to come!
Day 3: Friday 29th September
The next morning we woke up early before the sun, packed the boats and paddled away to the next exciting campsite. During the day we stopped every now and again in the perfect weather, wind behind us, spring/summer heat and went for quick dips to cool down. Out in the shallows, between mosaics of coral we took off our PFDs and dived in. Another unique experience
On one of these breaks Tel, Cally and a few others had a go at standing in the kayaks and paddling 0.2 of a metre before they fell in. Tel also taught me how to do a self rescue. Facing the boat you jump up and lay your tummy over the back section of the kayak. From here you twist and slide your feet in towards the foot peddles and then turn over without falling back in. I did it first go and Cally was very impressed as he reckoned that he knew a few people that had been paddling for a long time who were still unable to do this self-rescue in the single kayak… All lies I bet Tel was holding onto the side!
We reached the next campsite a little tired, but it wasn’t long until everyone was exploring the red cliffs and gidgying unsuspecting sharks. These unsuspecting sharks supposedly swam straight through the boy’s leg and got away!
When we landed we were greeted by a family of Emu’s. After Kale carried out his initial investigation of the site he informed us of the water hole dug out by the emus behind the first dunes. First thing that Brett ‘the farmboy’ did was stick his arm in it to his elbow, dig it our deeper and take a good drink … “Fresh!”
Tel took a group of us up the top of the red cliff face to see where we had come from and where we would be paddling to the following day. Five minutes of eating dislodged dust particles and clambering up the soft red sand and unstable rocky ledges we reached the top. Amazing coastlines with contrasting colours of green, blue and brilliant red. Such an inspiring place to paint! The enormity and spectacular scenery is mind blowing, making you feel so small and insignificant. All your troubles are put into perspective with the reminder that God is much bigger that our own little world.
Tonight involved getting to know Kale, Brett, Charis and Matt through the burial of Kale in the sand dune up to his chin. I soon found out that Kale was a country boy from Mukkinboodin who could crack a whip (needless to say this was followed by a lot of “whuk toosh” and whip cracking hand movements) and Brett was from Wannamal! Brett know of the legendary “Bindoon Bakery!” I couldn’t believe it, finally meet two eligible Christian cowboys and the bastards are 16 years old! Anyway, turned out that Kale was Robina Aitkens younger brother and Althea Aitkens cousin! Way to weird!
Day 4: Saturday 30th September
I woke up around 4am to Tel and Marty talking about the weather and the tides. Wide awake we all got up and had coffee outside Tel’s tent in the dark and still silence. It was yet another extraordinary and unique experience to be groveling in the sand before dawn in such quiet eating chocolate and drinking coffee on the Peron Peninsula
Another day of paddling. The day of the Grand Final between the West Coast Eagles and the Sydney Swans! Today’s weather was glorious. Hot afternoon spent sun bathing, listening to the Footy on Rebekah’s radio receiving point updates while lying in the clear blue shallows!
The best part of today was walking up the big impressive red cliff face with Kale and Charis. We spent an hour sitting on the northern point watching Tel and Cally paddling along the edge of the shallows fishing and Brett and Blake attempting to gidgy something in the shallows below us. Charis continually attempted to correct me for anything. Cheeky little thing And I spoke to Kale about his home in Mukka. What a wonderful environment to grow up in. After a while we spotted a large shark-like shadow just off the point so Kale shot down the cliff face to get the young hunters! Charis and I finally reached the bottom only to walk back to the point and find that all the boys were up there? How did they get there?
We later passed Tel and Diana (Xena, Warrior Princess, Mighty huntress, Lara Croft) walking towards us holding a gidgy. Di looked great with her gidgy gun holder strapped to her upper thigh, short shorts, wild hair, olive skin and tank top After it was decided that the gun was not working, I accompanied Di around the point in search of something to kill! It was like a scene from an old jungle movie or Swiss Family Robinson. The huntress and her sidekick. I had my hands on my head holding my clean shirt and camera as we waded through the waist height shallows. A little deep for shark hunting.
We must have looked like pathetic fish killers. Walking side by side half excited and half scared out of our wits by anything that moved.
Cally spent three hours fishing off the point to no prevail. He returned empty handed and was punished by a night spent without Pookey or his affections!
Just before dinner I walked up the top of the cliffs again with Tel and Diana. Di and I were still high on our unsuccessful but enjoyable hunt and Tel went shhnapp happy.
After dinner Diana and I exchanged massages as Brett threw crabs into peoples tents and at Mr Williams. Ow so… good! It started as just a seated shoulder massage each and developed into a laying down full back massage. Mmmm After Mafia, Charis, Kale and a few others came over and sat with us. I offered anyone a massage after Diana. So before you knew it Kale was laying face down waiting for his massage. Cracking his back three times almost gave me a heart attack and massaging and almost breaking Charis’ back nearly finished me off! Kale then said “Are you like my sister? Do you expect one in return?” I had not even thought about it, but hey… he he he! YES!! So here started the massage and point system.
Day 5: Sunday 1st of October
Day of the Dreaded Point! Woke up to a day of paddling straight into the wind. I found it impossible to keep up with the group in my single. Mentally I knew I would reach the point eventually, no worries mate! Emotionally I felt like the fat kid in a running race getting further and further behind, lonely and isolated. Tel had to tow me to help me keep up but we had a good time chatting at the back.
Everyone looked a little drained at break. I sheltered Rebekah and Charis (my girls) from the chilly wind. Poor Bek was shivering. By lunch I was stuffed. A morning with Matt and Di, followed by a single! Argghh. Ian stole one of my precious crackers and in my mood I gave him the look of death. Poor guy Cally and Tel sat either side of me… so cute… so smooth “Amy we are here to cheer you up!” Cally gave me an ‘energy’ hug. That man is a walking red bull!
Finally, after what seemed like hours we reached the point. Beautiful stretch of mangroves and sandbar stretching kilometers out to sea. While moving a boat Charis went head over heels over the boat and into the water. I lost it laughing! I was given the GPS and lead half the group across the point by foot to the campsite situated roughly 1.4km away. Tel, Marty, Ian, Brett and Kale (my cowboys) towed the boats around.
Waiting in the shallows out of the heat the walking party waited impatiently for their food When the towing heroes came in I ran out and helped tow the boats in. Once everyone had arrived we had to tow the boats around to the southern side of this dead tree as the tide was higher there. More man power…
Brett and Kale who had been continually partnered with the weakest members remained at the front of the group at all times, helped carry gear and haul boats up past the high tide mark, FINALLY crashed. Brett slept for his usual 3hour afternoon nap while Kale zonked out under a pittance of shade.
Noticing this major change in behaviour I made Kale a Hot Choc n Toffee (Good ole Mr Stevens) and gave him some chocolate, fruit salad and lollies to raise his sugar levels back up. It wasn’t long until he was off investigating again.
Tel ate so many crackers and biscuits that he couldn’t eat dinner. Calley caught 10 Sand Whiting. Tel had his typical audience of wide eyed unsuspecting gullable students listening to his stories in awe and admiration.
That night the kids tried to teach me how to play Mafia. Needless to say I sucked terribly. Kale refused to pay up on his massage debt claiming that I owed him and Brett one each for towing the boats around the point and therefore, this singled out the one he owed me! He has no clue about the rules involved with the massage and point system! The rest of the trip consisted of Kale, Brett and I trying to sort out who owed the most in context of massages and food and drinks and so on. I felt that the owing ‘point’ system wasn’t working very well seeing as the boys kept changing the rules!
After loosing badly at Mafia, but saving Kales life three times in a row! We went to bed.
Day 6: Monday 2nd October
Another early morning to beat the wind with the threat of a storm and 30 knot winds.
After paddling for a few hours, we met a group of paddling tourists from Monkey Mia. We all plastered our faces with Zinc Indian War paint and held our paddles in an aggressive “Lord of the Flies” way. (Over exaggeration, but the thought was there). Wearing zinc lipstick I experimented and left kiss marks on Di’s cheeks Somehow, this whole pout saga became interwoven into most photos that were taken… Lauren snapped a rudder and I broke a foot peddle. All fun and games out at sea!
Arriving 2km short of our nominated campsite we missed the tide. Supposedly once a year you have this ‘day of 2 tides’. Anyway this involved landing and waiting for the water to come back so we could walk across the extensive sand bar towing the boats.
We waited SIX hours for the tide to come back. The six hours involved walking along the squelchy beach, burying Kale in smelly mud between the low and high tide mark, a few of the kids moving Tel’s tide moving indicator stick (used to determine where the tide was going), laying under the shade of an ant infested tree watching Brett sleep for hours in his kayak, collecting shells and many comments about “Bubba” Di’s fat sunburnt lip.
When the tide came in abit we decided to walk and haul the boats through the shallows. Matt spent the time complaining about walking while Kale and I bantered.
After 20minutes to half an hour we made camp 7.5km Northish of Monkey Mia. Boats were pulled above the high tide mark and unpacked. Kale made a track to our tents through the thick, dead, nasty scrub by ripping out dead branches and helped carry peoples gear to and from the boats… as always. Tel, Cally and I joked that 6 Kales and Bretts, and 6 Laurens would make a trip so… easy
Charis sang with a lovely voice while setting up her tent. Ian went to sleep and my two cowboys jokingly fought for my affections. Kale was carrying Matts gear and the three of us were headed towards a narrowing path. I stopped to let Kale go through as he was loaded down. In reply he stopped, gestured towards the track and said “You first, I was brought up right!” Brett overheard me say that Kale was a true gentleman and a lovely young man. Brett said “What!” It was so funny as we didn’t even realize he was there. The massage and point system was still used as a threat but we all came out equal.
Kale, Lauren, Bek, Diana, Blake, Matt, Cally, Tel and I sat on the beach eating everyone’s snacks as the sun went down, temperature dropped with the awesome scenery of still calm seas like glass and no wind. After a while we all retired to the communal cooking area, sitting around trangia meth fires. Cally went to bed early with his sore hip, Neurophen! I made coffees, teas and hot chocs for all those that wanted them using Kale’s 4L water bag so kindly given to me as I had ran out of my own. This was supposedly equal to one massage! The 4L that is!
I finally got a massage from the masseuse Brett! He was excellent! It then developed into a massage line consisting of Diana, Brett, myself and Kale. After an hour or so Tel said we should go down to the beach as everyone else had gone to bed. So we humbly moved down to the still, calm, clear beauty of the water. Here the massage line was reinstated with Brett, Diana, myself and Kale, Tel and Matt looking on. This included loads of Grrrrrs, tickling and cleaning behind Kale’s ears! This lasted another hour or so till Tel had an extraordinary idea
The five of us collected deep shells and positioned them in the sand to spell “K” for Kingsway Kayaking Klub. We then partially filled them with meths and set them alight. Wicked!!!!! Now inspired we moved up to a much bigger “KKK” design and set that alight Waiting for Tel to get the camera I was getting cold away from the massaging, so Diana and I cuddled. After some cute remarks from the boys we decided to go for a group hug. Tel came back at the opportune moment and snapped away. Too bad Pookey was asleep… it was the most wonderful night! Another… unique experience out at Shark Bay.
After the meths died out we went back to the massage line. I finally got my massage from Kale, where he finally got himself out of debt By 1am it was time to go to bed. Getting up at 4am the next morning, 3 hours sleep was all there would be! Totally worth it though Feeling ever so floppy I fell down a small sand dune, Kale the ‘gentleman’ laughed but gave me a friendly hand up and directed me through to my tent, giggling all the way at my lack of balance. I went to sleep with tingling muscles and the feeling as though Kale was still massaging my shoulders… brilliant.
Day 7: Tuesday 3rd October
The night before I had promised Kale that I would make him porridge for breaky as payment for the 4L of water. So after breakfast, I took down the tent and packed the boats after lying on the kayaks looking up at the stars, rising sun and glass like water with Tel and Cally.
The 8km paddle into Monkey Mia went very quickly. The lovely Lauren was suffering from chafe under the arms and didn’t have a shirt on. So during a quick break I removed my PFD, took off my shirt and made her put it on. The morning was spent singing Disney songs with Charis and Kale, who both had fantastic voices, I was very impressed.
Within an hour and a half we reached the final destination and pulled up on the left hand side of the jetty at Monkey Mia. I felt completely disappointed to have finished. The six days went unbelievably fast and I wanted to keep going! I was completely over the pasta meals and food rations but I loved the lifestyle. Away from responsibilities at home spent in another world away from civilization and all of the complications that come with it.
Cally left to pick up the bus and trailor while the rest of us had breaky at the Monkey Mia restaurant. Kale and I shared a croissant and an egg and bacon burger. Very good! Mmmm bacon!
We then went and lazed under the palm trees on the grass out in the sun. We spoke of Pookey and the trip and had a nice quiet unwind.
We were careful not to disturb the camel man this time, packing the trailor quickly and out of the way. Within half and hour we were back at Denham. Grrrr! I was so disappointed, I didn’t want to go home quite The last night had been so wonderful out in the wild it seemed so sad to finish! The trip is actually a very emotional ride. There is all of the hesitancy and anxiety leading up to it with all of the ‘what ifs’, followed by the shyness of meeting new people and making new friends, then there is the overwhelming feeling of cosiness and pure joy in your personal ability to overcome the pain of paddling against the wind, and most importantly the close connections that you make with people only to result in a very quick “Goodbye, see you at the reunion”. Something so intense…
The afternoon went unbelievably slowly. Kale and I allowed everyone else to have their showers first as we are so… lovely Instead we sat groveling in the dirt waiting in the tent site of the caravan park, eating shapes.
After everyone had finished their grooming and showers and we all smelt lovely. We then went down to the gazebo for icecream with plastic spoons. This was followed by lunch, lazing on the grass trying to keep all burnt appendages out of the midday sun, and sleeping for 2hours in my tent.
Brett and Diana, suffering from ‘Cabin Fever’ as they believed, spent the time sitting in some strangers boat in the shallows along the main drag in town. They got told off by the shire and later climbed onto somebody’s balcony across from the caravan park. They looked very funny sitting up there in all of their glory, however, I did not approve!
I woke up to everyone sitting in the bus waiting for dinner. After applying layers of Aloe-Vera gel (God send), reading Girlfriend magazines and dozing, we walked down to the restaurant for dinner.
Sitting huddled in the wind outside of the restaurant completely content we ordered our food. My cowboys got their ‘pork ribs’, I got my lamb chops which were lovely, and others got fish n chips, steak and lasagna. The waitor was a gorgeous young boy of approximately 14years or something who called Lauren ‘Madame’. This made her gush and all of us girls go “Ohhhhh!”
On the way home we grabbed a Magnum Classic and went back to basecamp where we spent the night playing Mafia. It didn’t work to well at first because Kale was sitting next to me and I heard his sleeve move Diana was a very good Mafia! I of course SUCKED! Brett just got killed a lot.
Bed around 10pm.
Day 8: Wednesday 4th October
We woke up early around 5am to be on the road ASAP. In silence we packed up our tents and headed back to Perth. Right now Charis’ clothes bag is still sitting in the main office
The boys timed hourly stints on the back seat for sleeping while I dreamt about Charis, Brett and Kale eating icecream infront of me… I was so hungry!
Breakfast was at a roadhouse on the way through. I had a toasted ham and cheese sandwich and was starving as soon as I finished it!
The next six hours were spent drawing in Kale’s sketch pad, teaching Brett how to play Rummy and playing poker and Black Jack using 5minute massages as our betting money. “I’ll meet your two massages and raise you one!”
Lunch was great. We stopped in Geraldton to refuel and Kale and I got a big fruit salad with some of my strawberry yoghurt! Mmmm…
Sitting next to Kale I sketched his ¾ view profile while he informed me of his days on the farm Run over by a plow, broken bones, whip cracking competitions with his brother involving a horse whip against a stock whip, adventuring through remnant bush creating traps for unsuspecting relatives, play fighting with home made spears and shields with his brother, quad bikes, bush bashing, fencing and battery acid!
Making me drewl and crave for my own cowboy/farmer’s son my own age! This was followed by arm wrestles… Tel easily beat Diana with his usual “have you started yet”. I beat Diana. Brett and Kale beat me immediately of course! However, I changed the rules which involved my two arms and full body weight against their one arm They did so… well! All of my effort and I only just won. Thumb wars and back to boredom! The exertion of energy sent Kale on a crazed trip of trying desperately to do anything that would entertain him for atleast 30 seconds…
Everyone wrote in my Shark Bay book and I was dropped back at Bully pub… back to the real world I didn’t want to say goodbye! So I gave them all a hug and hoped I would see them all soon…
I swapped numbers with Di, Lauren and Kale. Hopefully, we will keep in touch at some level. Life is full of great people and different worlds and different paths that people take.
Concluding comments
Well another trip up Shark Bay… I think I enjoyed it more than the last as I became friends with Diana, Lauren and Kale. Something not recommended by teachers! And it is true… it is not nice as the friendship will only last the time spent on the trip due to different circumstances and lifestyles. Atleast when you look back on the trips and the people you can remember the ones the made an impact on you in some special way. Last year it was Chris Abbott! He was awesome. A year on and you begin to forget the little details that made him so important and special… that is the upsetting part! Knowing that things do not last, that everything moves on and changes. That we are not in control. But these things are what make life exciting and challenging. These things are what teach us and help us to learn more about the things that matter, that actually count and amount to something.
The most important thing I have learnt through these expeditions up to Shark Bay. A place that has some majestic and unexplainable power that influences and impacts on your entire mind, body and soul. It brings you closer to God and provides me with an undoubting KNOWING that God IS! Back in the real world, distractions make us forget God and include Him only when we choose! In a wilderness like Shark Bay He is in all things and you cannot forget about Him for an instance. This is probably what gives me the most rewarding and fulfilling spiritual experience.
I have further learnt that the environment you are in is nothing without the people to share it with or the bonds and connections to form! The intensity helps form understandings that will last a lifetime. They provide something real and lasting that people can have in common until they meet again in 40years time and say “Hey! How good was that trip with school! Man, without that trip and what I learnt during it I would not be where I am today!”
I am so blessed! To be handed the opportunity to attend these things with a mate like Tel! To learn from such experience! If life is what you make it! I am making mine BLOODY GOOD!
Thankyou Tel for these opportunities, you will never know the full extent of my gratitude and appreciation. Thankyou Diana, Brett, Kale and Lauren for your friendships, your influence on me and your kind welcome. Thankyou God for putting Tel and these opportunities into my life, and for blessing me with the ability and the attitude to make something of them! Amen
Current Mood: 
anxious 
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
amy_yeehah's journal
cheerful
excited
calm
stressed
ecstatic
indescribable