Going back to the start
Well I have 10 mintutes to write. the reef has been amazing, lots of big fish and little clownfish hiding in coral and reefs and oh I don't knpow what all, like snorkeling on the reef and fishes, and a boatload of happy people and oh so beautiful. but tonight I had a few beers as a social occassion and forgot that I'm locked out of my hostel now, I lost the key )fuck I'm always losing things). Now I have to wait until 2 AM until nobody is coming by to climb the balcony and break in.
I met an amazing person this weekend: it was not exactly her, but more of a weird coincidence.
Out of the thousands of people in the Whitsundays, we had 8 people on my boat.
One was from Florida.
She lived in Jacksonville, Ponte Vedra Beach to be exact.
Her name was Rebecca.
Her birthday was in June (22nd).
She was left handed.
She had semi-recently ended a three year relationship.
Her relationship was mainly long distance.
Is this strange to anyone else? The Odds of this are?
I will take a walk now on the palm tree humid beach and contemplate my life as it now stands and tomorrow I'll get on a bus with Johanna, Martina and Eva to go down the coast to Fraser Island. The nights on the boat gave me a chance to examine myself. Whenever I think of not being myself, I think of Kevin and Shiv. saying that this or that is not me. And right now I agree. I'm really not being myself. I really hope I can find that again. I'm trying to find something I loved so much. But its midnight and I have to face the world again, and go back to myself and my horrid forgetfulness and stupidity that somehow I have learned to cope with everyday. I'm locked out of my room. And fuck. I want to sleep. But I am on the second floor and I must climb up. This will inevitably turn into a fiasco that I'll look back on and laugh and think of how dumb I was/am.
"And I said These kind of things was adventures, and Jim said he didn't want no more adventures".
- Huck Finn
I met an amazing person this weekend: it was not exactly her, but more of a weird coincidence.
Out of the thousands of people in the Whitsundays, we had 8 people on my boat.
One was from Florida.
She lived in Jacksonville, Ponte Vedra Beach to be exact.
Her name was Rebecca.
Her birthday was in June (22nd).
She was left handed.
She had semi-recently ended a three year relationship.
Her relationship was mainly long distance.
Is this strange to anyone else? The Odds of this are?
I will take a walk now on the palm tree humid beach and contemplate my life as it now stands and tomorrow I'll get on a bus with Johanna, Martina and Eva to go down the coast to Fraser Island. The nights on the boat gave me a chance to examine myself. Whenever I think of not being myself, I think of Kevin and Shiv. saying that this or that is not me. And right now I agree. I'm really not being myself. I really hope I can find that again. I'm trying to find something I loved so much. But its midnight and I have to face the world again, and go back to myself and my horrid forgetfulness and stupidity that somehow I have learned to cope with everyday. I'm locked out of my room. And fuck. I want to sleep. But I am on the second floor and I must climb up. This will inevitably turn into a fiasco that I'll look back on and laugh and think of how dumb I was/am.
"And I said These kind of things was adventures, and Jim said he didn't want no more adventures".
- Huck Finn