A cool rock I found on the beach. You might not be able to tell but it's black and green.

I borrowed this book from the yacht club. It's essentially an Arab version of Gossip Girl/Sex and the City.

This boat is moving a lot.

Blogging zombie excellence

Ok. I know I can be amazing. I did just post images from this morning using my phone. However they didn't have a frame. Now they do. Why? Because I was able to ignore my reading small letters headache long enough to find out how.

But that's about all I'm willing to do to fix my blog. I could fix the order of photos on the last blog..,or I can let you figure it put until I have a real computer at my disposal.

Ciao babes.

St. Thomas and Christmas Cove

Here are a few pictures taken this morning. We're currently moored at Christmas Cove on the greater St. James island. As far as I know it's uninhabited. The beach is a bit rocky but the water is calm.

This is a cay close by. I want my dad to take me there so we can see some wildlife:

Our pirate neighbors (infinitely better than our nudist neighbors yesterday. Ick.):

The bow (front) of the boat. Proa in Spanish:

Christmas Cove. I have yet to walk those rocky sands:

I'm a little bored but I don't think my dad would be too happy if I swam to the shore by myself right now. My niece and her friend did that yesterday (my friends are all lucky ive never inflicted the pain of a seven hour upwind sailing trip. I don't get sick but you can bet that a newbie will. My neice, nephew, and their friend all got nauseous in the original meaning of the word.) I want to put sneakers in ziplock bags and bring them to shore for some exploring.

My dad and I are just chilling here while my sister and her family watch my nephew sail. I think I have the better deal (shade!) but I'm hungry and they'll get to go on land for a hot lunch whereas we'll have a cold meal most likely. Yesterday I ate cold hotdogs. Not hotdogs that were hot and then left outside. Hotdogs that were fridge cold! Unpleasant indeed.

See you later, mon.

Boats, blood tests, and Barea

I'm blogging from my phone, fearing for my life as my dad drives us to Fajardo. I'm leaving with my dad and my older sister's family for St. Thomas today. I almost didn't come along because I nearly fainted this morning after getting a blood test. This was five tubes!! I'd also been fasting for close to twelve hours (I woke up late XD). It was really scary. After the tubes I felt fuzzy and then noticed that I was seeing spots. I began to see less and less and soon I was feeling feverish and freaking out. They made me eat some candy and sniff smelling salts. It's just a really pungent smell. I'm ok now. I had a Pinky's sandwich and smoothy. Just and necessary.

As for Barea, he's the PR player on the Dallas NBA team and he just flew in today. There was a caravan and the highway was paralyzed (worse than the Obama visit because we couldn't do anything so no one did anything). We're out of that now, and I saw Barea.

I should have service in St. Thomas. I don't see why not. But I might not when we're on the high seas (actually the USVI are only a few miles away. Three hour ferry or six hour sailboat ride). So I think I'll be fine in terms of the ride but the boredom might get me.

Peace out!

Lines from Britney's song were too inappropriate to use as a title

I do this "thing" where I go through old entries in my blogs and journals and reminisce. I mean, that is what they're there for, n'est-ce pas? Recording our every move and thought. Very meta. And it is that act of browsing through memories past that gets me in the mood to continue documenting my life...bit by boring bit! As it sometimes turns out, the more interesting things in life do not make good blog fodder. I occasionally google my name and usernames to make sure that my name isn't tied to anything embarrassing. What is terrifying about that is how good I am at digging up stuff and connecting my name to different web aliases. How do my searching skills compare to those of others?

I mainly wanted to write about the last entry I put in here. It was a wee bit depressing. I did end up crying during graduation weekend. I never thought I wasn't going to cry (because crying is what I do, yo) but I guess when I wrote that I just couldn't imagine the end-of-Yale situation and thus the end-of-Yale feelings. But they kicked in after that. They led me to become quite fond of Britney's "Till the World Ends" song and video:



You know, because leaving Yale is akin to the world ending. I'm a sucker for last chance nostalgia, as much as I don't want to believe in firsts or seconds or thirds or lasts (as in, why be upset if the first time you went to New York city was a disappointment if you supplant that memory with a future, better experience?).

Although summer has been quite boring at times, it hasn't been not-busy. But for those not-busy, boring times writing here wouldn't be such a bad idea. As Carla and I talked about, writing in a blog helps you focus on brighter and more interesting aspects of recent haps. It can also help improve writing and communication skills...but most importantly it gives you something to do. You can also work out your party stories before hand to have them ship and shape and ready to deploy in awkward social gatherings!

(O-oh ohx5 Oh-oh! O-oh OHx5 Oh-oh!)
(Britney fever)