User blog:Mrodd/One, by One

Day after day after day, I worked my tail off, and one by one and two by two my competitors got sent packing. I found romance, and lust. I took pleasure in the things the others disregared. I was at the top, and near the bottom. Just survivng an elimination at lest 5 times. As my few friends got sent packing, I grew lonely, the planes and trains grew less crowded, less loud. With each passing day I enjoyed the luxuries of the province, while they practiced. Maybe Its from knowing what overworking your self does, but I never practices not until my last few days in the tour. As the end date drew closer, as did me and Vicky. Then she left. Leaving five. My anouying room mate being one of them. Right now I'm on a plane, heading to St-Raymond Quebec. I was knocked out, placing fourth of Forty. Sure Im dissapointed, but I had fun and that is all that counts. Tree walking In BC, The beaches of the Atlantic, and the unfogetable views. made the trip worth it.

Mrodd,Running Around Playing Around  For Eternity  06:48, August 10, 2010 (UTC)