I wanna die.

Yep, those were the first three words I said after I came back home from the trip to Mt Smerek. I've never climbed a mountain before, so I assumed my friends would go the easy way. However, nope! They fucking chose a red-tier path for the way up (14 km long, at that >:u) and the BLACK-TIER path for the descent (I tripped and fell in a weird butt-up heap in the mud. And got a few bruises >:U) (oh yeah and there was mud because it rained yesterday)! Granted, the view was breathtaking and I took like a million bazillion photos, EACH of which I am proud of, but HOLY FUCK! MY LEGS ARE WEEPING AND I WEEP ALONG WITH THEM ;A; It really doesn't help that my feet still were sore after the beach two days ago. Also, on the way up my great friends decided that we should _totally_ climb a path that plainly said it takes two and a half hours in mere one and a half. As a result, I was alone for a pretty long part of the ascent (and I'm pretty sure there are now at least two thousand photos of me lying on my butt and being miserable. Fuck the optic zoom >:C)

I might end up posting some of the photos here on fa, but I'm kinda sorta not sure if that would be okay with the rules, considering, well, lack of furriness (unless I could commission someone to photoshop a bigass Rayquaza coiled around the mountaintops somewhere in there.... hm. That would probably look neat, actually :o Definitely on my to-do list)

My plans for tomorrow: fucking lie in fucking bed all fucking day my feet fuckibg hurt oh my fucking god ;_;