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What a fucking week.

My Project Leader, Neil, was fired for what the Katimofficials described as incompetence. Basically, he couldn't keep up with the bureaucratic aspect of his job and the paper work bent him over and... yeah. Regardless, it's a load of crap. He was potentially the nicest guy I ever met, and everyone in the house can back me up on that one. He was kicked out before I even got home from work, which had me feeling like I didn't even get to say good-bye...

But then we found him at the Corsaire later that night, and, as you can tell by my facebook profile, we got some hilarious DBZ themed pictures. Did I mention the new volunteers were with us? Probably should have.

Skip back to earlier in the day.


I came home depressed because I assumed Neil was never going to be seen again. I opened the door and met Damon's equivalent, Stephan. If you don't remember me talking about Damon getting kicked out, yeah, he did. And another metal head took his place, this one being bilingual. He's a cool dude, and adjusting to our rag-tag, bitchy group fairly quickly.

Then there's Rosalie. Rosalie is a super quiet french girl with more sketches than words. "Her drawing r lik rly-rly gud gaiz." Seriously, I look forward to drafting a tattoo with that chick, because I know it's going to come out rly-rly gud.

Friday and Saturday night we volunteered at Festivent, an extension of Celebration Levis, and managed not to tear each others throats out as a result. It was actually a really cool festival. There were hot air balloons everywhere, one as the Planters Peanuts mascot, one was Darth Vaders helmet, one was a tourist penguin with a hawaiin shirt. There was a mini carnival set up with rides and donuts and llamas. But the only thing that you give a shit about is Bran Van 3000 and Wyclef Jean.

Both the shows were AMAZING. Yes, Bran Van played Drinking in LA, and yes it was sweet.
Yes, Wyclef is now dreadless (you don' gatta be dread to be rastaa), yes his show was sweet, and yes, he went Jimi Hendrix on everyone's ass. He played a solo on his knees, behind his head, and then with his teeth. It was so fucking cool. I have footage and pictures but my Macbook is too shitty to take uploads seriously. Check Facebook later and you can see some of the blurry shitt shots I took.

I miss everyone back home a ton, especially my dog.