I've Got A Piece Of Nature Stuck To My Foot
This weekend I went to Raquette Lake. I was going to write it as a story, but I'm too tired and lazy. My mind is completely shot.
Gabe and I took my car. We left Kevin behind on accident after I made Kevin promise to keep me in his sights, figuring if he gets lost, we all get lost. But then I left him at the school and started to follow Boynton, who drives 63 in a 65. With the feeling of going 80 coursing through my veins and with Gabe taunting me to go around her, I led a group of three cars around Boynton's van and to Raquette Lake. I thought that this was pretty amazing considering I have no sense of direction and I was trying to make sure I had someone to follow. I owe it all to Gabe. He's a great navigator.
We arrived about a half an hour before Boynton. Kevin and Don were already there, confused as to why everyone left them in the parking lot. We took the boat across and got settled into our barrack style rooms equipped with plastic mattresses and plastic pillows. Then we decided we'd go hiking into the woods towards the Mistresses' cabin. It was a good half an hour there hiking through some muddy terrain that looked less like forest and more like marsh land. I did this in my wonderfully pretty suede flip flops. Stupid me. My feet were muddy by the time we got back. But seeing the cabin was interesting. The man who owned the land back in the 19th century kept his mistress there. According to the people staying there for the week, there are more doors in the house than there are rooms, presumably for some fun 'Catch me if you can' foreplay. He would leave his wife down at the docks and bicycle down to his mistress. This was apparently before the forest was a marsh because I doubt a bike would have made it.
We spent the rest of the night around the campfire. There were a few other groups there, including the international students. I met a guy from Germany and Gabe and I talked to him for a while. He made me realize how much I hate being an American. Not in the sense that I hate America, but in the sense that Americans truly live up to their apathetic characters and it really is quite saddening. I am one of those asshole Americans, and I think it is okay to hate me. He talked with such passion about education and he spoke English so well. He talked excitedly about the importance of conversation to learning a language and how I should start a club where people can just go and conversate in Spanish. And I nodded my head in awe because I don't like the Spanish language nor will I ever start a group but I have to wonder, why am I this way?
The stars that night were so incredibly bright. I have never seen anything so beautiful. I was able to point out a few constellations I know and I was even able to see an arm of the Milky Way. I've never seen the sky like that before. And so I felt moved to tears. I thought of Mr. Colombo and what a wonderful man he is. And I thought about Arianna and the time we went to the beach at four in the morning to watch the meteor shower. And I thought about how the night sky makes me feel the most amazing feelings, and think the most amazing thoughts. It was beautiful.
The next day after breakfast we went kayaking. We went out so far. It felt incredible to yet again do some physical activity. I was proud of how fast I got the hang of it, besides the few times I crashed into Kevin's boat. Afterwards, Gabe, Steve and I jumped into the lake. It was cold but refreshing. The day was absolutely gorgeous.
We spent the rest of the day writing and reflecting. I think the most amazing thing about the entire trip was that I did not waste any time thinking about school or about my RA duties. I was focused entirely on writing and having fun. My mind was so clear. And it made me realize that sometimes you just need to stop and take it all in. Stop and take in how beautiful the world can be if you let it.
I wrote a few good pieces. One on body image that concerned you know who and how I'd like to kick him out of my head. Another was my rebuttal to High Fidelty, which I read to a few people and it made them laugh. But I read my Ana piece at night when we all had to read and I got the sort of reaction I wanted from it. Kevin's stories were amazing and he is a wonderful story teller. Tedd's was majestic and mysterious and scary. Nicole's was hilarious. I was proud of Gabe for writing something and for incorporating his humor and I don't think it was as bad as he thinks. Don writes amazing poetry. Steve could be a songwriter. Audrey's images were fantastic. Sarah's one liners are better than 100 pages. Lauren was witty and sarcastic. Boynton was shockingly wonderful. And Reid was truthful, and made me angry towards his cause.
Reid and Boynton did tarot for us later that night. It was fun and nice to know I have a life filled with joy and family and that I will be going places and leaving some of my past behind. Don found his birthday analysis insulting, but I thought it was right on Don.
Life is Pain
(apparently I don't have enough space to post all the photos, so just go to that link. the pictures are all backwards though)
And I'll end with some silly writer's quotes
Don: Dude, this is so not about nature
Steve: How am I supposed to enjoy nature if I'm staring at my feet?
Nicki B: Hey! We'll bond more if we all sleep in here!
Gabe: Yeah, there will be plenty of bondage
Nicki B: I like Nicki but I don't hate anything
on PE majors: Tedd: They're a rare breed
Don: So is a mule.
Nicki B: Am I talking?
Don: I did say bar, but I meant it like bear.
Tedd: If you don't have sex, you'll be saved! Fuck that!
And I think we'd all agree that we are all full of Bullshit and Peanut Butter!
Gabe and I took my car. We left Kevin behind on accident after I made Kevin promise to keep me in his sights, figuring if he gets lost, we all get lost. But then I left him at the school and started to follow Boynton, who drives 63 in a 65. With the feeling of going 80 coursing through my veins and with Gabe taunting me to go around her, I led a group of three cars around Boynton's van and to Raquette Lake. I thought that this was pretty amazing considering I have no sense of direction and I was trying to make sure I had someone to follow. I owe it all to Gabe. He's a great navigator.
We arrived about a half an hour before Boynton. Kevin and Don were already there, confused as to why everyone left them in the parking lot. We took the boat across and got settled into our barrack style rooms equipped with plastic mattresses and plastic pillows. Then we decided we'd go hiking into the woods towards the Mistresses' cabin. It was a good half an hour there hiking through some muddy terrain that looked less like forest and more like marsh land. I did this in my wonderfully pretty suede flip flops. Stupid me. My feet were muddy by the time we got back. But seeing the cabin was interesting. The man who owned the land back in the 19th century kept his mistress there. According to the people staying there for the week, there are more doors in the house than there are rooms, presumably for some fun 'Catch me if you can' foreplay. He would leave his wife down at the docks and bicycle down to his mistress. This was apparently before the forest was a marsh because I doubt a bike would have made it.
We spent the rest of the night around the campfire. There were a few other groups there, including the international students. I met a guy from Germany and Gabe and I talked to him for a while. He made me realize how much I hate being an American. Not in the sense that I hate America, but in the sense that Americans truly live up to their apathetic characters and it really is quite saddening. I am one of those asshole Americans, and I think it is okay to hate me. He talked with such passion about education and he spoke English so well. He talked excitedly about the importance of conversation to learning a language and how I should start a club where people can just go and conversate in Spanish. And I nodded my head in awe because I don't like the Spanish language nor will I ever start a group but I have to wonder, why am I this way?
The stars that night were so incredibly bright. I have never seen anything so beautiful. I was able to point out a few constellations I know and I was even able to see an arm of the Milky Way. I've never seen the sky like that before. And so I felt moved to tears. I thought of Mr. Colombo and what a wonderful man he is. And I thought about Arianna and the time we went to the beach at four in the morning to watch the meteor shower. And I thought about how the night sky makes me feel the most amazing feelings, and think the most amazing thoughts. It was beautiful.
The next day after breakfast we went kayaking. We went out so far. It felt incredible to yet again do some physical activity. I was proud of how fast I got the hang of it, besides the few times I crashed into Kevin's boat. Afterwards, Gabe, Steve and I jumped into the lake. It was cold but refreshing. The day was absolutely gorgeous.
We spent the rest of the day writing and reflecting. I think the most amazing thing about the entire trip was that I did not waste any time thinking about school or about my RA duties. I was focused entirely on writing and having fun. My mind was so clear. And it made me realize that sometimes you just need to stop and take it all in. Stop and take in how beautiful the world can be if you let it.
I wrote a few good pieces. One on body image that concerned you know who and how I'd like to kick him out of my head. Another was my rebuttal to High Fidelty, which I read to a few people and it made them laugh. But I read my Ana piece at night when we all had to read and I got the sort of reaction I wanted from it. Kevin's stories were amazing and he is a wonderful story teller. Tedd's was majestic and mysterious and scary. Nicole's was hilarious. I was proud of Gabe for writing something and for incorporating his humor and I don't think it was as bad as he thinks. Don writes amazing poetry. Steve could be a songwriter. Audrey's images were fantastic. Sarah's one liners are better than 100 pages. Lauren was witty and sarcastic. Boynton was shockingly wonderful. And Reid was truthful, and made me angry towards his cause.
Reid and Boynton did tarot for us later that night. It was fun and nice to know I have a life filled with joy and family and that I will be going places and leaving some of my past behind. Don found his birthday analysis insulting, but I thought it was right on Don.
Life is Pain
(apparently I don't have enough space to post all the photos, so just go to that link. the pictures are all backwards though)
And I'll end with some silly writer's quotes
Don: Dude, this is so not about nature
Steve: How am I supposed to enjoy nature if I'm staring at my feet?
Nicki B: Hey! We'll bond more if we all sleep in here!
Gabe: Yeah, there will be plenty of bondage
Nicki B: I like Nicki but I don't hate anything
on PE majors: Tedd: They're a rare breed
Don: So is a mule.
Nicki B: Am I talking?
Don: I did say bar, but I meant it like bear.
Tedd: If you don't have sex, you'll be saved! Fuck that!
And I think we'd all agree that we are all full of Bullshit and Peanut Butter!