Chaotic Harmony
Well let's see... Apparently I am a sufferer of H.S.S.
Holly Seperation Syndrome is an uncommon ailment causing allergy and cold-like syptoms. In other words, for reasons I cannot explain, I have been having unusually strong allergenic problems that seem to coincide with time spent away from Holly, and subside when I am near her. Regardless of the scientific validity (or lack there of) of my theory, that is how I came to spend my extended Independence day weekend in Salem.
Basically on my way back from California to Alaska I was schedualed to fly through Portland. Though it was not something I had intentionally engineered, I wasn't complaining. However my H.S.S. had been getting the better of me, and my stuffy sinuses were almost tolerable, but considering that the decent into Portland caused me a good deal of sinus pain, even though my sinus medications were at peak effectiveness, I really didn't want to take on complications related to the higher altitudes of a Portland to Anchorage flight. And it just so happened that the flight scheduals they offerend fit perfectly with Holly's schedual to visit her grandparents and my class schedual here in Alaska.
Apart from having to sleep out in the garage, though even that wouldn't have been so bad if it were not so spetacularly Holly-less, and it made up for it by being wonderfully deviod of light, staying at Holly's grandparents place was a lot of fun. Of course the major highlight of the stay was our trip to see a Independence Eve Rodeo. It really felt like I was in another country, a whole new world of culture I've always know about and seen on T.V. but never experianced in real life before. Naturally the bull riding was the highlight of the show, but I was most taken by Junior Rodeo. They had some kids as young as seven riding young bulls. That and the star rodeo clown seriously slammed his nuts by falling onto a metal bar he had been standing on. That above all else really made my day. The fireworks display at the end wasn't bad either.
Of course there were the usual Willameketa shinanengins.. some of which were just to horrible to be described or recorded, however are sure to be scarred into the minds of a few of us for years to come.
As of today I am back in Anchorage, I've taken my first class in my 5 week course in Environmental Geology. Seems like a lot of fun. Probably a lot of work too, but the teacher is a really cool guy, and I expect to enjoy the class altogether. Looks like I'm dropping Psychology...
Moral of the story... Plans are great, but fate seems to shine brightest when your plans go by way side, and you are forced to put things together on the spot.
Holly Seperation Syndrome is an uncommon ailment causing allergy and cold-like syptoms. In other words, for reasons I cannot explain, I have been having unusually strong allergenic problems that seem to coincide with time spent away from Holly, and subside when I am near her. Regardless of the scientific validity (or lack there of) of my theory, that is how I came to spend my extended Independence day weekend in Salem.
Basically on my way back from California to Alaska I was schedualed to fly through Portland. Though it was not something I had intentionally engineered, I wasn't complaining. However my H.S.S. had been getting the better of me, and my stuffy sinuses were almost tolerable, but considering that the decent into Portland caused me a good deal of sinus pain, even though my sinus medications were at peak effectiveness, I really didn't want to take on complications related to the higher altitudes of a Portland to Anchorage flight. And it just so happened that the flight scheduals they offerend fit perfectly with Holly's schedual to visit her grandparents and my class schedual here in Alaska.
Apart from having to sleep out in the garage, though even that wouldn't have been so bad if it were not so spetacularly Holly-less, and it made up for it by being wonderfully deviod of light, staying at Holly's grandparents place was a lot of fun. Of course the major highlight of the stay was our trip to see a Independence Eve Rodeo. It really felt like I was in another country, a whole new world of culture I've always know about and seen on T.V. but never experianced in real life before. Naturally the bull riding was the highlight of the show, but I was most taken by Junior Rodeo. They had some kids as young as seven riding young bulls. That and the star rodeo clown seriously slammed his nuts by falling onto a metal bar he had been standing on. That above all else really made my day. The fireworks display at the end wasn't bad either.
Of course there were the usual Willameketa shinanengins.. some of which were just to horrible to be described or recorded, however are sure to be scarred into the minds of a few of us for years to come.
As of today I am back in Anchorage, I've taken my first class in my 5 week course in Environmental Geology. Seems like a lot of fun. Probably a lot of work too, but the teacher is a really cool guy, and I expect to enjoy the class altogether. Looks like I'm dropping Psychology...
Moral of the story... Plans are great, but fate seems to shine brightest when your plans go by way side, and you are forced to put things together on the spot.