Went diamond digging today...it decided to ran like no tomorrow. The soil, which was more like fuckin' sinking sand, sucked you in in every step you took. At first, I stood there in mudd seeping & bubbling up past my knees thinking, "Oh Jesus! I'm going to get so dirty!" And then I realized...I didn't care. I grabbed my lil 3.00 dollar shovel and took off. By the end of the two hours, I had stepped in two pot holes that went up passed my THIGHS! YES, THIGHS! That's pretty damn deep seeing as I'm 5'7. When my grandfather came out to the feild and took a step, he immediately turned around and went back.
I have to admit, I haven't had that much fun...well, ever. And it almost became depressing to me. Thinking back through all the horrible shit that's happened in my short life. I never have had the chance to be a kid. So, I imagine, the people watching me trapse through the mudd & laugh like a 2 year old...caught them off guard.
It was fun, my sneakers are ruined and my once white socks are now a tan dress-shoe-kind-of color. ^_^
Anywho, going through this remote old town, was absolutely amazing. At one point, we came across an area where houses had completely collapsed. The roofs to the homes were level with the road, leaves scattered across them. It looked like something had just squished 'em. Reminded me of something outta horror film. Was pretty nifty. I had the time of my life. It was like a high.
We didn't find any diamonds, some Jasper & Quartz. That was it. But, it was the experience that counted.

Now to work on that damn story to get finished up. Need to post it on here & get it together for school. Yesh, I am proudz of it. ^_^
Peace, muther -