beach beach beach
the beach is a truly spectacular place. other-worldly in fact. after a
week here, your sense of reality goes right out the window. you begin
to believe that things made out of shells might be things you want in
your home. this is a mistake. the moment you get on the highway you
will realize that that twine and cowry shell necklace you bought is
fucking ugly and ought to be burned and that the hanging plant holder
made entirely out of shells belongs only in the family-owned greek
restaurant down the street and definitely not in your family room. i
have learned this from years of experience and have completely resisted
the foolish impulses on this trip.
i started coughing last week and ended up with a full blown summer cold. obviously, quite excellent for a week at the beach. but i've survived and only skipped one day in the water. the snot is finally clearing up and the coughing isn't as bad, but the whole world continues to hold the distinct scent of sinus infection. this worries me as i do not want to begin a semester abroad with a haunting sinus problem.
last night there was a beach storm like storms can only storm at the beach. we watched from the balcony once the storm moved out to sea and the lightning would light up the water all the way to the horizon. some of the lightning shot from the water back up to the sky and spread out like fingers through the clouds. fucking awesome.
today the surf was incredible. we didn't go out in the morning because it was shitty, but in the afternoon it was sunny, breezy, and in the 80s which is a big improvement over the past week of 90-100 degree days. because the surf was so bad, about twenty feet of beach was washed away, leaving a foot-high cliff of sorts. five feet away from this cliff, the surf was powerful enough to knock me down. it was crazy. i loved it. i got a pound of sand in the lining of my suit bottom. and top. the surf was really big.
we just heard some fireworks go off so i went out on the patio and i realized that my calves really hurt so i took my jeans off and discovered that the inside of both calves has been burnt to a crisp. almost looks like a rash. my mom sprayed the sunscreen, so i blame her. i took photos of the fireworks that are pretty blurred, but i also filmed it for about a minute and as soon as someone [philsinket] tells me how to post quicktime videos, i'll start doing that, because it might be neat.
when i get home, i have a lot to take care of. i need to organize for london and visit people and get my hair done and maybe pierce something. jenn and i might go to six flags. i'm going to a redskin's preseason game with a guy from work three days before i leave- i think that is the best way to bid adieu to the states. excellent.
i really don't want to leave the beach, but i miss my buddy jenn (who is also suffering from the plague) and i miss my dogs. matt comes home from spain on the 22nd, and while i did miss him, i did not miss fighting over the car, which apparently he missed more than me while he was gone.
also, i'm a big dork and borrowed aspectsublime's idea:
ecybele
pandabulous (she made her own)
this is a photo of a toad that sometimes visits my driveway:
i started coughing last week and ended up with a full blown summer cold. obviously, quite excellent for a week at the beach. but i've survived and only skipped one day in the water. the snot is finally clearing up and the coughing isn't as bad, but the whole world continues to hold the distinct scent of sinus infection. this worries me as i do not want to begin a semester abroad with a haunting sinus problem.
last night there was a beach storm like storms can only storm at the beach. we watched from the balcony once the storm moved out to sea and the lightning would light up the water all the way to the horizon. some of the lightning shot from the water back up to the sky and spread out like fingers through the clouds. fucking awesome.
today the surf was incredible. we didn't go out in the morning because it was shitty, but in the afternoon it was sunny, breezy, and in the 80s which is a big improvement over the past week of 90-100 degree days. because the surf was so bad, about twenty feet of beach was washed away, leaving a foot-high cliff of sorts. five feet away from this cliff, the surf was powerful enough to knock me down. it was crazy. i loved it. i got a pound of sand in the lining of my suit bottom. and top. the surf was really big.
we just heard some fireworks go off so i went out on the patio and i realized that my calves really hurt so i took my jeans off and discovered that the inside of both calves has been burnt to a crisp. almost looks like a rash. my mom sprayed the sunscreen, so i blame her. i took photos of the fireworks that are pretty blurred, but i also filmed it for about a minute and as soon as someone [philsinket] tells me how to post quicktime videos, i'll start doing that, because it might be neat.
when i get home, i have a lot to take care of. i need to organize for london and visit people and get my hair done and maybe pierce something. jenn and i might go to six flags. i'm going to a redskin's preseason game with a guy from work three days before i leave- i think that is the best way to bid adieu to the states. excellent.
i really don't want to leave the beach, but i miss my buddy jenn (who is also suffering from the plague) and i miss my dogs. matt comes home from spain on the 22nd, and while i did miss him, i did not miss fighting over the car, which apparently he missed more than me while he was gone.
also, i'm a big dork and borrowed aspectsublime's idea:
ecybele
pandabulous (she made her own)
this is a photo of a toad that sometimes visits my driveway: