Thursday, March 16, 2006

Welcome home! Now Leave!

Well this one is a little bit late, but it was fun so I'm going to blog about it.

Reading week, which was like three weeks ago, was spent in one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. We went to Mexico. We went from Friday to Friday. Our trip actually started on Thursday when we flew from Kingston to Toronto. That plane was delayed like forty minutes and we just made the connecting flight to Calgary as they were closing the doors. We made it to Calgary that night but our luggage didn't come till the next day. But no worries. We made it. I forgot how good the food is in business class. Yummy pot roast and giant rochets. We watched Walk the Line and slept and yeah.

Calgary was about -26 degrees C. You ever find that it's so cold that your nose hair freezes together and your coat gets all crispy? Yeah, it was definitely that cold. But we spent the evening with Mom's old high school buddy, Dave, and his daughter. It was cool and good and fun.

The next morning we were up at the crack of dawn to make the nine thirty flight to Extapa, a little town that's not near anything that I can think of that anyone would know. So we got into Extapa later. I don't even know how long that flight was. But it was really long. I forgot how much I loved that new Harry Potter book. My brother and I listened to it all the way there.

When we got there some guy talked us into going and checking out this one resort for a day and made up some crap about how we had to pay nothing and he was going to give us these tickets and bla I don't even know what it was all about. But we went and they screwed us around, big time. All the people who I met that day kept asking us if it was our first time in Mexico and when we said yes, they would always say "Welcome Home!"

We stayed in this little old hotel that had a few pools and stuff but was not on a beach. We were sitting at the side of one of the pools one day right by a palm tree. And this random huge piece of the trunk fell out of the tree. It could have killed somebody if it had hit them. That was freaky. This place had the most amazing food. Their barbecued chicken and ribs were to die for. Oh wow! Oh yeah, and first day I was there I sustained the worst god damn sun burn ever known to man. I totally am missing like half my chest. Oo it was bad and gross and horrible. It's not my fault that I didn't get sunscreen all over me. But anyways.

On the Monday, we went to the other resort, Club Intrawest. The food was good. We were right on the beach. It was gorgeous. Every morning we'd go in the water and run down to the end of the beach and jump through the waves. We met this awesome family from East Hampton and they became our new friends. They took us jet skiing, which, if you ever get the chance, you have got to do it. And yeah, the dad took my brother surfing for two days. It was awesome. And they took us out for dinner at this really fancy place. It was cool. And we drank a lot. It's weird when your mom gives you booze. And they make some of the best drinks. Even little small people would love these drinks. They were awesome.

Most of the people there were amazing and wonderful. And we met a man named Roberto! How awesome!

On the day that we were supposed to fly out the plane malfunctioned and so we had to stay another day. It was amazing! If you ever get the chance, go check it out. I want to go back there.

Room mate from Hell and new room mate from happy land

Well, Children, we got a new apartment! It's in a place called Leeze. OK on the street called Leeze Ave. It's a sweet deal. It's not too expensive and it's gorgeous and clean. It has a kiler pool and squash courts and pizzaplace and bakery and stuff that is just awesome. I will be living with one of my best friends. Horray for wonderful beautiful amazing not annoying won't drink on school nights every night K Karen! I love her!

I do not, however, love the room mate I have now. Her major is nursing and she's been drinking since Monday every night. I'm goingto kill her. I need all the sleep I can get and I can't get any with her carying on. And the head aches are worse than ever. I think it has to do with the fact that she shrieks like a banchee on espresso. It's driving me nuts. But I will have a new one soon! Gur. I need out of here asap!

Thursday, March 09, 2006

The End of the World

I had this really disturbing dream this morning that I just woke up from. It was about the end of the world. We were running through this place, I don't even know where it was or why we were there. But we were flat out running. There were several sets of stairs that we had to run up and down. There were terrorists chasing us. They had already bombed several places in the United States and Canada, including the Canadian Forces Base in Kingston. They were going to continue their tyrade and bomb Toronto and Guelph next.

Later on, after we'd stopped running and were safely in our homes, I phoned Steve and Carin. I told them that I loved them and that we'd all be together after death but that I was so scared. There was something about little kids with their mothers on a bus; they were crying and screaming. I was talking to Carin while Steve was trying to make the both of us laugh, like he always does. I heard the noise that indicates that I had email. I sat at my computer and checked it. The letter was from my Grandpa and it said something about how we all had to put on our parade clothes and not go quietly, but keep our faith in God so as not to be afraid of dying.

I take a sleeping pill every night when I go to bed. Actually, it's an antidepressant that works as a sleep aid. I rarely if ever have nightmares that leave me in so much fear when I take these drugs. I just feel shaky and scared. This is weird. So I'm not really sure what the point here was. I guess if we're going to war, go bravely? I don't know.

Some people say dreams are just dreams and do not always have to have something else made of them. But perhaps we learn from dreams, as we learn from real life. Perhaps they don't necessarily mean anything, yet they might be meant to teach us something. When I figure out what this dream was meant to teach me, I'll tell you.