Well, my dears, the time had come. As of 4:30 this morning I'm officially on my way to heaven on earth...
CAMP KAHDALEA.
Road trippin with the sistahs hell yahhhh! WOOP WOOP! We'll be comin round the mountain when we come
...and jammin to Mumford, avert brothers, Florence and jack all the way
..we might not have all of our CLOTHES but more importantly we've got music. And food.
So much food, in fact that our mother threatened us to never let us go to camp again if we come back fat
So, my dears, I will come back THINNER. And more muscular (love runnin those hills)
HAH, mom. (Disclaimer: I love my mom and she's amazing..I'm halfway kidding.. But I really won't come back fat)
NEVER COME TO CAMP AGAIN, MY A--!
Ill be there. Whatever it takes.
You could say I'm obsessed, but then again, who wouldn't be?!
It's a haven in the blue ridges, a heaven on earth
Where all you need is to love and be loved,
laugh and be happy,
smile and just be.
It is Kahdalea. And my life has been forever changed by it.
Damn I've been sentimental lately... Hormones..
This is my last post until another long secession of posts that are to be expected arounnnnd June 26-27th ish. No worries, ILL BE BACK. And back to stay and (be on track with my 365 project) annnd FULL of adventures and tales of frolics and fun.
May I just say,
Brevard, HERE i COME!
Toodles!👋
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Saturday, June 1, 2013
this past week
this past week I spent time at our family beach house in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi.
To say the place is a heaven on earth (notice it's A not THE ONLY) is an understatement....
85 and breezy was the weather
the bay is shallow and warm
the beach is white and sandy (as most beaches are:))
and the city is just about as cute as can be
(...even though we stood out in Walmart because we didn't have tattoos...what is it with all the body art these days? self expression is great but just imagine yourself in 40, 50 years....do ya still want those chain links or thorns or infiniti symbol..?)
But more important than the town was the TIME..
boat riding down the Jordan River
slalom skiing and wakeboarding
making a rope swing off and old water oak
solo sailing in the bay when the water got choppy
being visited by dolphins as you paddle board past the posts
early morning runs with dad across the bridge and along the seawall
evening bocce ball tournaments (it's the fam's latest sport....I have to say, we're naturals.)
family gameboard/movie night
intense checkers matches
guitar pickin on the screened in porch
It was just one of those vacations that (although we take it every year, same time, same place) will be unforgettable.
I cherish these times with my family as this is the last summer that I'll be officially living at home...who knows where I'll be next year?!
The moments with my siblings and parents are so precious, I've been working to make the most of each and every one. (and that's partially why i didn't write more... too busy cherishing the moment! and didn't have internet connection)
Family is the people you can't choose but fit perfectly with in the end. Although we're all crazy and different, we are one. And I wouldn't trade mine for the world.
To say the place is a heaven on earth (notice it's A not THE ONLY) is an understatement....
85 and breezy was the weather
the bay is shallow and warm
the beach is white and sandy (as most beaches are:))
and the city is just about as cute as can be
(...even though we stood out in Walmart because we didn't have tattoos...what is it with all the body art these days? self expression is great but just imagine yourself in 40, 50 years....do ya still want those chain links or thorns or infiniti symbol..?)
But more important than the town was the TIME..
boat riding down the Jordan River
slalom skiing and wakeboarding
making a rope swing off and old water oak
solo sailing in the bay when the water got choppy
being visited by dolphins as you paddle board past the posts
early morning runs with dad across the bridge and along the seawall
evening bocce ball tournaments (it's the fam's latest sport....I have to say, we're naturals.)
family gameboard/movie night
intense checkers matches
guitar pickin on the screened in porch
It was just one of those vacations that (although we take it every year, same time, same place) will be unforgettable.
I cherish these times with my family as this is the last summer that I'll be officially living at home...who knows where I'll be next year?!
The moments with my siblings and parents are so precious, I've been working to make the most of each and every one. (and that's partially why i didn't write more... too busy cherishing the moment! and didn't have internet connection)
Family is the people you can't choose but fit perfectly with in the end. Although we're all crazy and different, we are one. And I wouldn't trade mine for the world.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Summer Times (written 5.25)
IT’S SUMMER BITCHEZZZZZZZ!!!!
F.I.N.A.L.L.Y, the season we’ve all
been waiting for, has arrived. Safe to say, this is possibly the most welcome
summer of my life thus far. The last few weeks of school, between cramming for
AP tests and exams, packing for summer trips, preparing for the ACT (attempt
numero dos) and general life chaotic-ness has thrown my brain into a whirlwind
of caffeine-fueled, adrenaline sustained, insomniac activity. Legitimately, I
have felt a buzzing in my head in a few rare moments of silence or stillness
from the past few weeks reminding me that my body was working in overdrive.
True story. ..Probably not that healthy
but c’est la vie. IT’S SUMMER. WHO CARES?!?!
This summer is shaping up to be quite memorable. And, seeing
as it’s my last summer of high school, it should be. Week by week almost
everything has been planned out and I’ve got a host of frolicking and
adventures primed and ready for my willing victims friends….Before I can
tackle that list, though, I’ll be lazin away at our family beach house in the
CUTEST town in the South and then off to heaven in the mountains of Brevard.
Just got to the beach house this evening, actually, and it’s
such a welcome breath of salty-air. Not exactly a villa or upscale mansion, our
house in Bay St. Louis (it’s my grandmas but all the siblings get a week of the
summer) is absolutely perfect. From the beach it looks like a treehouse because
it’s high up off the ground and surrounded by large oaks. I have the fondest
memories of times in this house and the one that stood on the property before
Katrina 8 years ago (CRAZY…already 8
years since!) The relaxed pace of the town (maybe due to the extremely slow
speed limit...) and natural beauty of oaky-greenery juxtaposed with the sandy
beach and constant sound of the bay waves makes summer set in. I cannot wait
for later this week… the seafood, the cousins, the birthday celebration (Dad’s…
44 I think…), the sailing, the ski trips, the unsuccessful fishing… It’s gonna
be GRRRRRREEEAAAAAT!
Today (when today meant May 24 in the year of Our Lord 2013
Just so happens to have been MY
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL THIS YEAR!!!!
But driving home, my brain was just
absolutely F.R.I.E.D. (If this post doesn’t make sense, I sincerely apologize..
it’s been quite a week…) So I began peering at ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I was
passing by and not focusing on the road. Oops… So as I was driving, I saw a man
biking furiously down the road. And as I passed him, I felt kinda sorry. I
mean, poor guy. He’s got to be feeling really hot and sweaty and tired (it was
10 AM and felt like 90 jillion degrees outside) and thinking he’s working oh so
hard and here I am, calm, cool and collected and bursting with excitement
sitting inside the AC in my sporty Honda pilot. Then I got a bit jealous. I
love road biking, especially on gorgeous days. But then I started laughing.
Probably the hilarity of the biker magnified by my own brain-fried delirium..
His little legs were just so funny… and of course, in typical biker fashion,
his legs weren’t so little but his arms were… and he had a bit of a gut.
Typical. (I apologize for offending any bikers, think of the preceding passage
as a mere comical caricature that this guy happened to be a living example of.)
And now I’ll just put that story in the bowl for “worst story ever told.”
Thank you, little man on the bike,
for providing such a thought provoking entry in my blog. Dear Readers, if there
are any, I hope you, too will be as inspired as I am by that little man. Work
hard, push yourself to choose the way less traveled (forgive the pun), but
don’t forget to laugh at yourself.
Ciao for now, got some running
shoes sitting in my closet calling me on a celebratory run!
XOXO, Dree.
Only I... (written 5.23)
Would do this, OF COURSE, but I used that phrase (take a
wild guess which one… the caps should help, of course) so often in my last
entry that I just started looking at it all cross-eyed and twisting my head and
I began thinking “WHAT IN THE WORLD DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! AND WHY?!” Ya know
how sometimes if you say or look at something too often it just stops making
sense? This was one oft those. Maybe it’s the English studying I’ve been doing
this evening…
So I first thought about Googling it (<3 Google), but
then I didn’t want to resign myself to that yet. “I’m smart. I can figure this
out.” I told myself…HA HA HA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAH…ok
that’s annoying. I just got into that rhythm of typing my A’s and H’s.. sorry..
So I started thinking… ‘course’ as in path, as in connected
dots, so naturally, “OF COURSE” is just a way of us saying “connecting those
thought processes/ideas/sentences/actions/etccc using logic you idiot, how
could you not see that one of those would lead to the other”
And I was satisfied. Google it if ya want. I’m just trusting
my own God-given logic on this one. Time to study.
5.22
I’ve been studying my English all evening, and well, I just
love it. I could read literature and poems all the time. Poems, really. Short
stories not so much., I have many loves (the world just has so much to offer)
but one of mine is poetry. American, British, French, German, Arabic, Chinese,
Japanese, Taiwanese (ok never actually read one of those but I’m sure I’d like
it…) doesn’t matter that style or language, if it’s a poem, GIMME. I love it so much that, oddly enough… like
this is really weird actually, I sometimes think in poetry. Like on the
starting line before a track workout or just getting to my car or taking notes
in class I think my thoughts IN A POEM. Why? Dunno, Sometimes I write them
down. I try to…. Other times, I just put it off till later. Or other times I
write them and then throw them away because they’re not that good (cheesy,
brooding, ew). But the ones that HAVE been written and published for our
benefit are just wonderful.
e. e. Cummings’ Anyone lived in a pretty how town [insert]
I love e. e. He was such a free spirit and truly in a league
of his own. His poetry has so much surface and so much depth. I cannot do
justice with that commentary, so I will say no more except that, at the risk of
sounding repetitive, I love it.
Annnnnnd now back to Wadsworth and Hughes, the poets on my
exam. Goodnight.
Concentration *clap clap clap* 64 *clap clap clap* (5/21)
“No repeats *clap clap clap* or hesitation” …Such a good
handgame about a difficult task.
Who can concentrate
on boring school work when there is life to be lived, air to be breathed,
nature to be discovered, music to be listened to?! I
mean, once you start studying you realize, OF COURSE, that it just so happens
to be the most beautiful day of the year and
if-you-don’t-get-outside-then-goodness-you’re-just-gonna-die-deprived, so OF
COURSE, like any rational person you first attempt to study outside, ya know
fresh air.. awaken those other areas of the brain...unlock a lil extra
knowledge potential from nature (yea.) OF COURSE once you emerge from your cave
of studying your siblings remember that you’re alive and they invite you to
play, which, OF COURSE you can’t pass up. Tell me, who can pass up a good game
of dead man or booty-busters on the trampoline?! Not me! ….Especially when I
have to study.. Funny how that works… once you start studying things you would
usually avoid or not do so willingly suddenly become extremely inviting…weird.
Let me just say, the procrastinating person unlocks dimensions of him or
herself that that person never knew was there… funny how that works.. now
if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get
back to playing guit- I mean, studying of course.
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