A post on the state of my nails.

They're still not clean. Buu. Yes, I realise I'm being incredibly girly. But I hate not being able to get the dirt off. I was at guide camp last week, so you know, a week's worth accumulation of dirt to deal with anyway, and then we had to scrub the pots.

We cook over an open fire, so think of catering size (20 liter or so) pots, that are all completely black. Literally jet black. And then, we get handed little brillow pads, which are basically wire wool with soap in, and told to scrub until they're clean. The soap starts pink, and turns grey in a matter of minutes. You get pot black on your legs, your arms, even your face. And pretty much all your hands are covered in the stuff.

And that, my friends, is the story of why my nails are still upsettingly dirty.

Oh hey, I have a blog

Guess what I found? Yep, that's right, my old blog. I would delete my old posts, but whatever. That takes far too much effort. God, I have so much to blog about. I seriously cannot be bothered right now though, so I might do some tomorrow.

#randomgratuitouspost

P.S. Yeah, I'm a twitterfag. Get over it.