My favorite place in the WHOOOOOOOOLE WIDE WORLD

No, it isn’t just any beach (yeah, another beach as a favorite place, right?).  It is so much more than that.  My favorite place, ever since I was 16 has been Singer Island, Florida.  It is a teeny tiny sliver of a barrier island about a half a mile off the coast of West Palm Beach.  Why did we go there, exactly?  Well my Dad had to go there for a business conference and the rest of us decided to tag along since it was in the middle of summer.  Of course, the beach itself is fantastic because the sand is snow white and the ocean is turquoise.  What I really liked about this place was that it was secluded from the rest of the continent.  

Ok getting to the part that I really, really like.  First of all, I need to give you a mental image so that we can be on the same page or in the same place, so to speak.  It is about eleven o’clock at night and you are standing on a third floor balcony.  You look up and see a rich, dark sky above you glittering with thousands of stars.  The wind is blowing like it always does when you are near the beach.  You look far to the right and see all the lights that are the continent North America.  There is noise there.  Honking cars and flashing lights show that it is another busy night on the mainland.  Now you look to the left.  The ocean you see is as dark as the night sky above you.  Stars reflect in it as well and the only thing that keeps it from appearing to be an extension of the sky is the waves that gently crash on the sand about seventy yards from where you stand.  There are giant sea turtles crawling up the beach to lay eggs, a call of a whale in the distance, and the one light on the ocean comes from a boat.  This sight is a lot more peaceful than what you can see on your right.  Even though the ocean holds a vast world of unknowns, the sounds of this small beach at night are comforting.  The water sounds like it is singing to you.  You feel no fear.

Last year in AP English I wrote a poem about this place.  I related the right side to what was to be expected of me in a couple years: college, work, big decisions in an even bigger society.  The left side became the item of comfort, the side I would have liked to choose, even though society was pushing the right side.  Each night I was on Singer Island I would sit on this balcony for hours, completely baffling the rest of my family.  What could have been so good about this half-view of the ocean?  Well, now you know.

On that note, I would have loved to post the poem to share with you guys but it is somewhere back in Huntsville buried in my closet.

I MISS MY KITTY.

So my blog for today is going to be a little sad but reflective.  First of all, I got to go home this weekend which meant I stole my sister’s laptop so now I have a computer that actually works the way it should.  I also occupied the living room couch in front of the television for most of the weekend “studying”.  As it turns out, I picked an incredibly good weekend to go home.  The reason?  On Monday right after I came back to school, my parents took my cat, Daisy to the animal hospital because she hadn’t been eating for a week and was acting different.  The vet said that she had kidney failure.  Today they hooked her to a machine and flushed her kidneys out and tried to restart them.  Only one has started.  Monday afternoon was really awful for me when I found out because I had a huge organic chemistry test to study for.  All I could think about was “my cat that I have had since elementary school is dying”.  You can only imagine how I reacted.  I mean, she is only 11 or 12 and cats live on average for 14 years, even more if they are indoor cats.  I still don’t want to accept the fact that she is dying.  It makes it even harder knowing that I was just home and although I could tell she wasn’t feeling well, it’s not like I would have guessed kidney failure was the problem.  

In a way I am very glad I went home and was able to see her because I have no idea if she will be alive in three more weeks.  However I just wish I could go back in time and hold her every second that I was home, even if I am allergic to her.  She is the sweetest cat I have ever seen and if she dies it will be literally losing a family member.  The worst part is that I am three hours away so I won’t be there to bury her.

Ok so sorry again for the super sad blog topic, but this is the only thing I could think of.  I need to work on posting happier stuff.  If anyone reads this, please do me a huge favor.  If you have a pet of any kind, just spend time with them and make sure they know that you love them.  It’s the best thing you can give them.  Even if you find the pet annoying or if you are allergic like me (although if you are deathly allergic IGNORE THE LAST SENTENCE!)

A victim of a quizno's creeper

So here I am Friday night going to get a sandwich from Quizno's with my boyfriend.  I get in line and decide on my usual regular sub.  Now I go to Quizno's about four times a week, so I pretty much have all of the employee's faces memorized (haha!).  I noticed the girl making the sandwiches was new, but didn't think too much about it.  She was halfway through making my Turkey Ranch and Swiss when all of the sudden she randomly says, "Hey you wouldn't happen to be wearing Japanese Cherry Blossom Lotion, would you?"  You can only imagine what my face looked like when I told her that this was correct and she was spot on with the lotion.  Then she proceeded to say, "Yeah I could smell it when you were walking up through the line!"  After this I was like woaaaaaaaah!  This girl has got a really good sense of smell, because I didn't think that I smelled really strongly of it.  Besides, I wear this lotion every day because I don't want to waste my perfume.  There is also the fact that she was behind that glass wall and no doubt inhaling the other scents of bread, turkey, soup, etc.  I will say that I was slightly freaked out by this girl’s nose, but half in awe.  I wish my nose worked with superhuman power like hers when it is all cold and yucky outside!  Also, if any one of you knows this mysterious Quizno’s girl, tell her she is awesome.

On that note,  hopefully I don't put too much lotion on, but if anyone in English class starts pointedly gagging at me I will get the hint next time!

Fainting is oodles of fun....

You would think that with living on a college campus and all that I would have something super interesting to write about.  Nope.  So I'm just going to explain what made me late to English class last Wednesday.

First of all, let me explain one thing.  When I was in 5th grade I had my gallbladder removed because I was born with gallstones.  Unfortunately, the surgery that was supposed to take away the pains never did.  I get these "attacks" at the most random times, usually at night or whenever I get really hungry.  So here I am sitting in Philosophy and not listening to my Professor ramble about how to think about your thoughts when lo and behold I start having an attack from hunger.  At this point there were only like 5 or 10 minutes left of class, so I told my friend to follow me to the bathroom when class was over.  However as I sat there I began to lose my hearing and ability to see.  For those who have never had the pleasure of fainting, let me tell you that it is the strangest feeling!  I remember telling my friends that I felt like I was going to pass out.  Then I did the exact thing that they tell you not to do: fight it.  I stood up to try and run to the bathroom and everything tilted sideways.  One of my friends claims that I never hit a chair because he was standing right next to me, but who knows.

The hilarious part is once my friend Christina figured out that I was hungry she ran across the street to Ray's Place (my class was in Buehler) and bought a honeybun and doritos.  When she came back she started raving about how the guy had two glass eyes and tapped a penny on one of his eyes!   My friends also stayed behind to make sure that I wasn't going to pass out.

Being an out-of-stater really makes you learn to never take friendship for granted.  This experience made me realize what amazing friends I have made in the short time that I have been here!

Of course, because I was sitting in the hallway of Buehler trying to recover, I missed the quiz in English and had to awkwardly hobble around in that tiny classroom looking for the last seat available.  For those who have a class that ends at 11ish you will understand what I mean when I say that walking across pedestrian bridge is IMPOSSIBLE with the amount of students moseying by.  Because I was just 10 minutes late, in comparison, pedestrian bridge was a ghosttown!