Sunday, May 16, 2010

Bittersweet Beginning to Summer

Cruise 2010. So many things happened, it's hard to know where to begin. First, there were a lot of scares about me not being able to board the ship. Everyone kept starting rumors to scare me away, but it didn't work, I boarded that boat without a fight. The first day was a little rough, because it was storm city, and apparently I am prone to sea-sickness. Once I threw up and got thrashed in my bed all night due to the storm, I finally grew accustomed to it. I was too blind to see it at the time, but getting sick was a real blessing because it eliminated one whole day of eating. I did my best to make up for it by eating 10 course meals every night.
We did other things besides eating though.
We rode on a bus in Mexico and saw some crazy militia men with automatics ready to shoot, swarming the streets. And got really annoyed with some drunk old women who thought they were hilarious. They asked our tour guide questions that were completely irrelevant to the tour, or Mexico for that matter. She did her best to tell them what tequila was made out of.
We got fancy and got pictures taken of ourselves. I'm pretty sure the main reason we let the photographers take our pictures was so that we could have something to do later while killing time in between meals. Looking at the millions of pictures on the promenade kept us busy for at least 20 minutes.
And Juje got the worst sunburn she's ever had, as seen above.
We made some fake friends and took pictures with them, and no one knows why. We also made real friends with an incredibly independent little girl who took really good care of us, a drunk Asian, a French Tahitian, and a little comedian boy who was born and raised on the ship.

We gallivanted around Catalina and played sisterhood of the traveling pants.

And rented these bikes from the most ornery man who turned away an old crippled man.

And we were served some of the best food we've ever tasted by these gentle waiters. When they were gone, we would speculate about their life stories and whether they were faithful to the wives back in their home countries.

Some of the best quotes of the trip:
"This guy will not stop following us, he's like spy"
"Why would you ever fast on a road trip"
"My shoulder is busted"
"When we sink..."

All I know is that cruises need to lighten up and start showing Titanic as one of the feature films.


After the cruise I hung out in Vegas with the family. Today was Weston and Troy's baby blessings. They are cute little twins and I am so happy for Ty and Lachelle.
Baxter and I also became bestos this weekend and he finally cracked a smile for Grandpa.

My family is really funny. Scratchy Mcscratcherson, Peg flooding the bathroom with her shower, and Lachelle getting scared when we walked into church were just a few of the hilarious moments we spent together.

The last thing I did this week was saying goodbye to this man for the summer. According to Owl City, hating goodbyes makes you weird, so I guess I'm a real weirdo. He stopped in Vegas on his way to California to say goodbye. He'll be installing security systems and making the big bucks in the O.C. I hope he doesn't meet Marissa or Summer and fall in love with them while he's there because I'm very fond of him. Goodbye State Champ.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

i like april

April has been so good to me. The weather was great, with the exception of the last week. I went on runs, bike rides and "hikes" and missed work and institute a few too many times to play. It's probably best it decided to snow and rain this last week, otherwise I would be failing my classes and be fired by now.
This month I had a dance concert. It was so fun to perform again and dance my heart out. It has been way too long since I did that last. My favorite part of performances is going out after the show to see all my supporters, they are always so nice and tell me lies about how good i did, and they are usually way pumped up for some reason. My roommates and family are so supportive. Such a good quality to have. I don't think any of them know how much it meant to me to have them there. Later that month, my birthday happened. It was probably the happiest I've been in a long time. Party because of him...(.he wonders where he got the nickname: Nate, cutie pie)
He filled my room with balloons, took me to a fancy authentic Italian restaurant and a movie, with a cute gift, and made a birthday mix to listen to while we drove around Logan. Perhaps the biggest surprise of the night was when he dropped me off early to go party with these freaks...
(I don't know if you can see it Riana, but George is saying, "We're celebration your birthday sweetheart" just for you)
Any time one of us turns 21, our house becomes the hottest night club, and we become posers. It was a night full of sultry music, strange English accents, virgin daiquiri's, cruella de vil, sass, red lips, high stakes poker, and martinelli shots. After we had trashed our house, and we were trashed we laid around until we woke up with hang overs and a big mess. Our parties are ridiculous, but sadly no one but us will ever know it, because no one but us is ever invited.
I really loved being 20, but I'm ready to start doing 21 year old things. First on the list, cruise, t-minus one week til we leave to brave the Pacific. Then, I'm going to White Owl. And I think that's really all I've been missing out on.