Jul 31, 2007 01:06
These past two months have consisted of nothing but 100 mph days.
Sometimes, all you can do is just sit back and think about how fast you were going, and that you didn't really enjoy any of it until now...When your speed has gone from 100 mph to 35 mph...from waking up at 7 a.m. every morning to 9 a.m...from having planned out days of mission, activities, and fun to work, work, and work. But I gotta tell ya...
I wouldn't trade this summer for anything in the world:
4,736.87 miles traveled.
653 pictures taken.
3,009 songs played.
$320 dollars spent.
15 journal entries.
17 mosquito bites.
1 wedding.
Playing soccer with Mexican children.
Meeting Martin and Alexis who killed my butt in soccer.
Water balloon fight with the children.
Being homesick.
Telling others about Jesus and my faith.
Computer-free for two and a half weeks.
I saw a dead tarantula.
Cold showers.
I met the two best dogs in the world: Amigo and Noogie.
Re-hanging pictures on my bedroom walls.
Sleeping in a hotel bed with someone I don't know.
Getting to see my three brothers, Megan, Brie, Kat, Marissa, Jon, Katya, Mike, Chris Red, Weaver, etc.
Swimming in shark infested water...I just didn't know it.
It's shark week on the Discovery channel.
Watching voice-overs with Michael.
Having a beer or two with Johnny.
Unfortunately, seeing Anton in his yellow speedo.
Chasing birds.
Walking up and down River Street, Savannah with Johnny and Heather.
Having the honor of taking pictures of Jon and Katya's wedding.
Seeing Jon get married.
Dancing with Anton, Johnny, and Michael.
Going into a Hooters for the first time ever for about 10 seconds and walked right out.
Saw the hand and foot prints of Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, Frank Sinatra, Adam Sandler, Tom Hanks, etc.
While driving up and down the hills of Hollywood, I saw someone who looked exactly like Orlando Bloom...i'm going to believe it was him.
Rock climbing on my free time at the City of Rocks.
Cook outs and swimming.
Learning how to flip and do a handstand under water.
Swim meets.
Sweating my butt off in 102 degree heat.
Getting funny tan lines from my Crocs.
and mooning everyone that drove under the bridge that goes across Ocean Avenue
...twice.