"We left from Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina, en route to Florida, February
2, 1992 on "Patience", our 34' sloop, following the Intercoastal Waterway
(ICW) south because the weather was so foul. We should have left in October
like everyone else, but Cap'n Dave didn't get his engineering degree until
late December, and besides, I was to do my final open water scuba certification
in Florida in March. Finally reaching West Palm Beach after 5 weeks of ICW
travel and exploration, we decided to hop off there for the Bahamas. We were
headed for a "lighthouse" on "Memory Rock" (about a 10-hour journey)."
"The Yukon was a quiet sort of place until the miners arrived. At the turn of the century, a shimmer of hope was all it took to begin a full-fledged stampede. The frenzy started as a trickle: just a three-man discovery of color glistening in a Yukon River tributary - later renamed Bonanza Creek - near the small outpost of Dawson.
Like a dam breaking, word gushed out that prospectors George Carmack, Skookum Jim and Tagish Charlie had struck gold in the Klondike. Hopeful fortune-seekers scrambled for a spot on the next boat to Skagway, Alaska, where they gathered before heading north through the mountains toward the gold fields."
"The t-shirts read like the jerseys at Catholic Youth Organization basketball games, infused with a sense of sportsmanship as a reminder of the greater values as stake both on and off the court.
"Rivals Today, Friends Forever."
But these are no sixth-graders down at the local parish gym, and the clothing is no hollow Abercrombie-style fashion statement.
Sitting in the stands at Bright Hockey Center, side by side, are the parents of freshmen Dylan Reese and Grant Lewis, who-if they weren't on the ice-would likely be equally inseparable in the stands."
"Annie Blackwelder poses in her graduation cap with her owner, after completing a training course at PETsMART .
I have a dog. Annie is a “rescue dog” we adopted about 5 months ago. While she has brought along her own set of challenges to our household, she has also brought with her a lot of love.
When my husband and last traveled long distance, we placed Annie in a board and grooming facility recommended by her veterinarian."
last night, i dreamt a bunch of people from around here (none of whom i like or respect at all) went to new hampshire with me, annie and alex. and they drowned or something. i dunno. but annie, alex and i went whitewater rafting or whatever and annie caught a big bass. lmao. i woke up at 6 laughing my ass off.
i downloaded <3minerva<3 yesterday and let shane hear it over the phone, even though thats not even close to really experiencing it. it doesnt do that wonderful song justice at all. i had to delete it though, because i felt like i didnt deserve to have it. and i didnt want anyone else to be able to listen to it, either. its one of my favorite songs, ever, along with everlong and a praise chorus. just mood songs, you know?
saturday, shane proposed. i just looked at him like "you gotta be fuckin me" lol. i said we're too young though, and he said he would ask again when he has a ring :)
havent talked to annie in awhile, but that seems common now. :(
when i picture how ill look in the future, i look like a diehard hippie. long blonde hair, flowers behind my ears and in my hair, dancing only to the music in my head, loving only the things that deserve to be loved. that would be awesome if i turned out that way. especially without meds. i dunno wtf people's problems with hippies are. they say they're dirty, but they're not. its just another negative stereotype against the most positive people in the world. and the label "hippie" is one that i can live with...unlike "punk" "goth" "prep"...eh. fuck that, hippie love forever! <3
50 degrees right now, beautiful BEAUTIFUL blue sky with whispy (cirrus?) clouds, and tomorrow? 2 inches of snow. flying fuck.
im pretty positive right now. im looking at life in such a great way. my favorite way, i think. when i want everyone to be happy. yes, im such a hippie. and im fucking proud of it. :)
This is what happens when you get crazy messages from Mio with repeating letters and symbols that once in a great while turn into words. Due to my mysteriously depleting typing skills, some have went as far as theorizing that it was just me being incoherent, as usual.
Not yet. As you may notice, my computer is off. That isn't because I found a life, but it IS because Mio sat on the keyboard and made my computer go insane with stupid noises and changes in resolution settings.
Look at how proud this jerk is. Damn attention whore. How I love him.
This is Eric and I at Big Boy. I was desperately trying to take a picture of "Scott?" (sorry, Eric, I am the worst person with names, I bet I made that up, didn't I) who looked a lot like Kieran Culkin. There was one with a blurry back of his head a kilometer from us, but I decided against posting it. Instead, here's more of Eric:
Moo didn't want to have pictures taken of him because he had no makeup on. I would not cooperate.
Eric decided to contaminate my water, like an ass.
Then he tried it.
We abused the entry sheets for some childrens contests, but had to "fix" all of the profanity or else we'd get kicked out. Or so "Scott" said.
I watched Carrie at school, where the VCR devoured the library tape at the very last scene, and now I'm not sure what happens. Last time I knew the story, I was about 8. I read the book in secret at my grandma's house. No one ever knew, but I sure as hell had a lot of nightmares for the next few years. Despite me not knowing what exactly happens to Carrie in the end, I highly recommend the movie. I was actually shocked at how awesome it was.
I was almost late to my orgo 2 class, where the professor refused to let us know the easy way to make some sort of a street drug. He said he'd give us the formulas and mechanisms for coke, but he also mentioned that he's only giving that to us because he doesn't think any one of us would be able to make it. Anyone wanna buy some fine Ivanna-has-barely-a-C-in-orgo-2-quality cocaine?
Later Eric and I rented Edward Scissorhands and we wasted about three and a half hours on watching that + TV + each other. It was fucking great.
Apparently, everyone but me knew that I'm going whitewater rafting in April. John called me 7 times to plan, too. As much as it was news to me, I MIGHT GO AFTER ALL!
I didn't find one, but I didn't look that closely. This one, however, can be dyed any color, or so it says.
"There should be an eighth dwarf named Angsty." -Molly
So why have I not been listening to TMBG lately? They are so cheering. The Johns rock.
Something true that I scribbled on the letterhead of the spa I went to and then stuffed in my purse (I stuffed the paper in my purse, not the spa. Sorry; I am currently incapable of speaking English.):
An interesting thing about spas is that, when inside, the time-measuring instrument of choice is not the watch; it's the treatment.
"Do you have the time?"
"Well, my herb-infused White Seaweed and Citrus wrap just ended, so it must be around three."
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