There was a big excursion for the Clic and Explore programs to Magic Mountain, a waterpark at Magnetic Hill. Jess, Danielle, Caleigh and I shamelessly ogled the b-e-a-utiful guys monitors. Speaking French in a wave pool is difficult, but I learned that I can tread water for nearly ten minutes when I have to motivation. Then the five of us went down the Lazy River, which is this tube-floaty-lazy thing. Was a very nice way to relax–before we hit the waterslides! We were going to go on the Kamikaze (it’s like the Sky Screamer), but then we saw a slightly smaller version and thought we’d give that one a try first. It was so terrifying, we decided to forego the Kamikaze.
I finally tried a “beaver tail,” which my Ontario friends have been itching for me to try since they mentioned beaver tails last week. It’s like a deep-fried dessert thing, with cinnamon and sugar and lemon, and it’s in the shape of a beaver tail. I must say that it was worth knocking five years off my life span to eat one!
We were all pretty wiped once we got back on the bus to come home, but not too wiped to miss out on ice cream. There’s this little stall on the other side of the cemetery that’s across the street from our res and it was fantastic (and cheap!) ice cream. I had black raspberry cheesecake ice cream. So. Good.
My roommate, Sarah, hasn’t been feeling well for the past few days, so she decided to go home to Halifax. We helped her carry her bags up to the car and said our goodbyes. I’m glad that she’ll feel better now, but her leaving meant that I was in the apartment alone. I completely freaked myself out as I was getting ready for bed, so I picked up my pillow, my blanket and my book and slept on Jessica and Danielle’s sofa. Still didn’t fall asleep until nearly 2AM, but at least I knew that if I was going to be axe-murdered, someone else would be there to help vanquish him!
C’est mon overactive imagination.
Bises!
