I'm still on the island and loving the island lifestyle. You might think me to be crazy, but I've been staying in a tent. Yes, a tent. But I love it, and it's totally an acceptable way of living here.
The diet change has been pretty drastic. Now all I ever get to eat here is whole wheat crap, fruits and veggies. Healthy stuff. Which is good; I needed a diet change anyway. And I am constantly aware as I don my swimsuit every day.
Anyways, when I first got here I decided to go into town with some friends to a coffee shop and use the internet. It was so great to be back in touch with the rest of the world. I went over to a different coffee shop in the next shopping center over, and told my friends to call me when they were ready to go. A few hours later I had responded to all my emails, checked facebook, finished some homework and was ready to go, so I walked back over to starbucks.
And they were gone. I called, and nobody answered. So it was pitch dark and that meant I got to make the hour long walk home, in the dark, without a flashlight and all of my most expensive belongings on me. It was hell.
So when I was finally done, all I wanted to do was take a shower. I was grabbing my stuff for the shower house and throwing things around (I was in a very pissy mood) when all of the sudden, it hit. I tried not to panic; the porta-jon was only a little ways away, I could make it. But the creeping sense of urgency in my bowels was not convincing. I dropped all of my shower stuff and began walking brisquely, legs together trying to talk myself through it. "Everything will be ok. You can totally make it." Then I started running. I swung open the door and just as I went to drop my pants, well...you can probably figure out the rest. Oh Joy.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Palm Trees, Blue Skies.
Sorry I haven't been on in a while. I've definitely missed it, but with my new class schedule and everything life has been hectic. Have you missed my awkward life? I've missed telling you about it.
So you know how I said I was going to a tropical island? Well I went, and its amazing. In fact, I think I'm going to stay around for a while. But as always there is an awkward story to relate to you.
When I first arrived on the island, I was completely overwhelmed by the beauty. Especially when coming from the currently arctic mainland, it was such a breath of fresh air. Everyone here is so laid back its fantastic.
One of my friends that lives here on the island came to pick me up from the airport, and I hadn't seen him in forever. So of course I wanted to look good, act cool, and just make a good impression all around. He had all kinds of great plans for us to explore the island and eat some great food. But first, we needed to stop by his bungalow and pick up a few things.
We pulled up and parked up against some bushes that were blocking the passenger door. So naturally I had to crawl over the seat and the stick to get out while he's watching me.
Fail. I tried to crawl over the stick, all the while laughing awkwardly and taking forever. I got my shirt caught on the stick and my hand slipped off of whatever I was holding. So I fell half way out of the car, with my shirt stuck, my boobs falling out of my shirt, my hair in my face, stuck to my chapstick, and he was attempting all the while to help me by grabbing me in awkward places. He managed to catch me right before my head hit the ground. After a few more attempts to get out I finally made it, face flushed and hair unkempt. I wanted to make a good impression, but instead I fell all over him.
So you know how I said I was going to a tropical island? Well I went, and its amazing. In fact, I think I'm going to stay around for a while. But as always there is an awkward story to relate to you.
When I first arrived on the island, I was completely overwhelmed by the beauty. Especially when coming from the currently arctic mainland, it was such a breath of fresh air. Everyone here is so laid back its fantastic.
One of my friends that lives here on the island came to pick me up from the airport, and I hadn't seen him in forever. So of course I wanted to look good, act cool, and just make a good impression all around. He had all kinds of great plans for us to explore the island and eat some great food. But first, we needed to stop by his bungalow and pick up a few things.
We pulled up and parked up against some bushes that were blocking the passenger door. So naturally I had to crawl over the seat and the stick to get out while he's watching me.
Fail. I tried to crawl over the stick, all the while laughing awkwardly and taking forever. I got my shirt caught on the stick and my hand slipped off of whatever I was holding. So I fell half way out of the car, with my shirt stuck, my boobs falling out of my shirt, my hair in my face, stuck to my chapstick, and he was attempting all the while to help me by grabbing me in awkward places. He managed to catch me right before my head hit the ground. After a few more attempts to get out I finally made it, face flushed and hair unkempt. I wanted to make a good impression, but instead I fell all over him.
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