Klingon war prayers
Oink oink oink. It's been a couple weeks since I've written, and now I'm finally feeling like writing about it. My trip to Hawaii was awesome, althought the vibe was so chill that it seems like a long time ago. I biked down a volcano, sailed on a catamaran to the island of Lanai, snorkeled like crazy, drove through a rain forest, and ate like Roman nobleman (excuse me as I remove my monocle). All I have to say is Cheeseburger in Paradise must have some crack in their meat, because I kept dreaming about it during the week I was there. I wanted to come back again and again, like a fiend scopin' the streets fo da pro-duct. However, my stomach is showing the aftermath, and it's time to get back on the Guaymas diet. I can't believe that I ate oatmeal every day for almost four months while I was there...it's hard to imagine spooning that snot into my mouth, but I worked. I'm in a more motivated state now, thanks to a promise of a free plane ticket to Hawaii from Alex, as well as my dad. He just got on a new type of medication, Bayetta, that's derived from the saliva of a gila monster or monitor lizard or something. If it does what it's supposed to, then my dad won't need half of his medication anymore. This would be so great for him, because I swear to god that man "takes enough pills to get full" (quote: Danny Bonaduce). Another plus side is the fact that this new medicine helps to curb his appetite a little, and he's lost 9 pounds in the last three weeks. I want to help him out, and make sure that he's eating right in addition to eating less. If he continues at this rate, he'll lose up to 155 pounds in a year. He would look so different, and I'm sure that some of his conditions would practically disappear: sleep apnea, bad knees, anxiety attacks. I just want my family to be healthy, so we can enjoy a more active lifestyle. I'm sure my dad would love to travel to Hawaii and be able to go on hikes and bike rides. On my end, I'm trying something a little jolting this week. I eat a lot of bread, and I'm not going to eat any heavy carbs this week. No pasta, bread, rice, or any pastries.
Other than that, I've been spending more time lately hanging out with people my own age. Normally that wouldn't be such a fanfare event, but due to the Gonzales social scene, it is much more appreciated. Alex's friends from her job at CGI are a bunch of characters, and I've seen them just three times in just under a month. I also got to hang out with Josh a lot during the Hawaii trip, and he turned out to be a cool ass kid. In a previous entry, I was a little nervous about spending that much time with someone I didn't know much. However, we were a nice complement to my godparents' constant bickering. We were like the kids on vacation, cheering up our stressed-out parents and dragging them everywhere with us. We decided that Josh is the physical clone of Nino Lang, and I am his character clone. It would've been a lot more fun if we had the freedom to take off and hit up the bar scene, but alas we were left car-less and many miles away from the nearest nightlife. Oh well, next time. One of the best parts about the trip was on the last day, when we were left alone to wait for our flight at 10pm. We managed to drag ourselves out of bed at 6:30am, in order to use our rented snorkel gear for one last time before we checked out of the hotel (we had to get out by 10am, and hang around Maui until our flight left). The beach right outside our room was by far the best snorkeling spot we'd been to, which was pretty ironic since we had taken a sailing trip days before to Lanai-- supposedly one of the best snorkeling spots in the world (uh, not on the day WE went). In the hour we had before breakfast, we cruised around looking for the rockin' orange-spined tang fish, and chasing around these 4 grey needlefish. During that time, we slowly increased our free-diving depth from 15 feet, to 20 feet, to 30 feet, all the way up to 40 feet. We made up a game of diving to the bottom of the reef, and coming up with as many shells as possible before we ran out of breath. Yikes, I had no idea I could dive that far, and was surprised that I was able to keep up with a certified diver like Josh. Five minutes before we went in, I spotted a sea turtle a couple of feet behind us. After screaming like little girls through our snorkels, we went down and swam behind it for a while. It was the second time we had seen one, and was the perfect ending to our trip. The first time was just as exciting, more so because I had swam out without my snorkel gear just for S's&G's (shits and giggles) to swim in the light rain that was falling on the beach. After smoking a Fuente Opus X cigar around a koi pond, we caught our last Hawaiian sunset and boarded the boring 5-hour flight back to the mainland.
Back in good ol' Cali, and there's already been another costume party with the CGI kids. Zach and his love for all things tight and crotch-hugging made an appearance, as well as Rebecca, Yuki, Gary, Alex, and the Heidi Hoe posse. It was a classic halloween vibe: slutty costumes, ass-grabbing and drunken pictures. I'll post some pics in the next entry, as well as some from the pub crawl. Times like these are making me even more motivated to get the hell out of Gonzales and into my own place in the bay area. Here's to crossing my fingers and putting my nose to the grindstone. Wish me luck, and send me lots of buddhist/christian/muslim/klingon war prayers.
Other than that, I've been spending more time lately hanging out with people my own age. Normally that wouldn't be such a fanfare event, but due to the Gonzales social scene, it is much more appreciated. Alex's friends from her job at CGI are a bunch of characters, and I've seen them just three times in just under a month. I also got to hang out with Josh a lot during the Hawaii trip, and he turned out to be a cool ass kid. In a previous entry, I was a little nervous about spending that much time with someone I didn't know much. However, we were a nice complement to my godparents' constant bickering. We were like the kids on vacation, cheering up our stressed-out parents and dragging them everywhere with us. We decided that Josh is the physical clone of Nino Lang, and I am his character clone. It would've been a lot more fun if we had the freedom to take off and hit up the bar scene, but alas we were left car-less and many miles away from the nearest nightlife. Oh well, next time. One of the best parts about the trip was on the last day, when we were left alone to wait for our flight at 10pm. We managed to drag ourselves out of bed at 6:30am, in order to use our rented snorkel gear for one last time before we checked out of the hotel (we had to get out by 10am, and hang around Maui until our flight left). The beach right outside our room was by far the best snorkeling spot we'd been to, which was pretty ironic since we had taken a sailing trip days before to Lanai-- supposedly one of the best snorkeling spots in the world (uh, not on the day WE went). In the hour we had before breakfast, we cruised around looking for the rockin' orange-spined tang fish, and chasing around these 4 grey needlefish. During that time, we slowly increased our free-diving depth from 15 feet, to 20 feet, to 30 feet, all the way up to 40 feet. We made up a game of diving to the bottom of the reef, and coming up with as many shells as possible before we ran out of breath. Yikes, I had no idea I could dive that far, and was surprised that I was able to keep up with a certified diver like Josh. Five minutes before we went in, I spotted a sea turtle a couple of feet behind us. After screaming like little girls through our snorkels, we went down and swam behind it for a while. It was the second time we had seen one, and was the perfect ending to our trip. The first time was just as exciting, more so because I had swam out without my snorkel gear just for S's&G's (shits and giggles) to swim in the light rain that was falling on the beach. After smoking a Fuente Opus X cigar around a koi pond, we caught our last Hawaiian sunset and boarded the boring 5-hour flight back to the mainland.
Back in good ol' Cali, and there's already been another costume party with the CGI kids. Zach and his love for all things tight and crotch-hugging made an appearance, as well as Rebecca, Yuki, Gary, Alex, and the Heidi Hoe posse. It was a classic halloween vibe: slutty costumes, ass-grabbing and drunken pictures. I'll post some pics in the next entry, as well as some from the pub crawl. Times like these are making me even more motivated to get the hell out of Gonzales and into my own place in the bay area. Here's to crossing my fingers and putting my nose to the grindstone. Wish me luck, and send me lots of buddhist/christian/muslim/klingon war prayers.