Saturday, February 24, 2007

Look what IIIIII did...



Neptune Days:

>>tat…ratatat…tat…ratatat…tat…ratatat tat..<<
It was around 7 30 in the morning when the lovely sound of the drums blessed my eardrums and awakened me from my blissful sleep. Had I not been forewarned of today’s events I probably would have proceeded to grab the nearest weapon (which would have ended up being my computer or a flip-flop, both very unfortunate choices in the case of a real emergency) and start flailing, taking out anyone that was trying to bash my head in. However…the drum beats were expected, and even though they came a bit early on a no-school-day, they were welcomed…they were the start of the amazing day to come.
I sprang from bed with a grin on my face and got ready in a timely manner. The agenda: eat breakfast, and see what the crew has planned for us…it IS NEPTUNE DAY. Background: King Neptune is the King of the oceans and the seas…he rules all. He is generally a pretty nice guy, but when you cross the equator, he can sometimes be very angry with you. In order to have safe passage through the oceans you can’t piss off Neptune so…you have to pay homage (yes dad…kind of like to the big black bird…only way cooler). Homage consists of…a little mess, a little fun, and a little sacrifice. More to come on that in a bit.
I met up with Baby Dan for breakfast and Team Bauer joined us shortly after. I had the breakfast of champions…English muffin with peanut butter and jelly. Have you ever seen the movie Supersize Me? I haven’t…but I have heard that the guy gets addicted to the McDonald’s because he eats so much of it…I wonder if that can happen with peanut butter and jelly…I do seem to be eating it quite frequently these days…nobody mess with my PB and J…there will be death. Anyway…my roomie came into the picture at some point and we had a heated discussion on how she would basically be ruining the future of everyone in the world if she did not participate in the Neptune Day activities, but, alas…she wasn’t feeling it…for everyone in the future generations…you are doomed…for this I apologize.
We went up to the top deck and ended up with front row seats for the festivities…it was fantastic. Captain Jeremy was King Neptune, painted green from head to toe…all the crew was playing drums and the deans were dressed up as well. It was a funny sight…oh and a little ps for you…we didn’t have time to celebrate Neptune Day when we crossed the equator, so it was postponed until today…this pissed off Neptune to none other so we had to go the extra mile on the homage…here we go:
The ‘little mess’ of the homage refers to getting rotten milk mixed with other things poured over your head, and then jumping into a saltwater pool. Luckily, I was one of the first to go so I didn’t have to deal with saltwater plus rotten milk in the pool…thank you, baby God.
‘Little Fun” refers to making out with (and by making out, and mean a closed mouth peck) two stinky fish, and then kneeling down to king Neptune and kissing his ring. If he deems you unworthy, he shoves you back into the pool and you go all over again. Annnnnnd FINALLY…the ‘little sacrifice’…





Yes my friends...I shaved my head…I had to do it you see…to guarantee that we have a safe voyage across the seas…it was my contribution to the good of all of mankind…and when I say all of mankind, I mean the ship. Here’s the juice:

After the rotten milk and the saltwater, the hair was officially nasty, but I had to wait for it to dry to shave it off. PSà I have been planning on doing this since before I left Medford…heh…SURPISE! Heh…(nervous laughter…)…So we were waiting in line…and by we I mean Wendell (wendy), Captain (she was shaving Wendell), myself, and Baby Jesus (Jordi) who was given the task of shaving my head. We got to the front of the line…my heart was pounding..AND!...all the clippers blew a fuse. Dammit. More waiting. It turned out that the clippers never really started working again, so we pulled up some chairs and Baby Jesus went to town with some scissors. Yes, I have pictures…actually…Team Bauer has pictures…either way, you will see more eventually.

So…back to Baby Jesus…she chopped as much of my hair off as possible…(Captain was going to work on Wendell right next to me…yah…we held hands), and then it was more waiting for some dang clippers. My buddy Victor informed me that he was going down to his room to use his friend’s clippers and said we were more than welcome to join…yah we jumped on that like a fat kid jumps on a rice krispy treat. Me, Team Bauer, and Wendell went down for the head shaving, while Piano Man, Baby Jesus, and Captain came to watch. Brandon (the already bic-ed bald guy) was the barber for the day and shaved us all up nice and neat. It was a fantastic experience and I love my hair…I don’t feel ugly, manish, dykish, or any other –ish you can think of. Those of you at home…

Mom…don’t cry…I love it
Dad…now we are twins…baldies for life
Stevie & Micah…c’mon now…it’s what jack would have done
Cass…you’re next! Haha
James…stop having a hernia…it WILL grow back

So after the demise of my beautiful hair (I really do have pretty hair I realized…after holding it in my hand and examining it), my day has been full of head rubs and hugs…I AM NOT COMPLAINING PEOPLE! Life is GOOD! We had a BBQ on the deck today…I love BBQ’s. Ribs and burgers…ohhhhh baby…that equals my heaven. Then add a beautiful day, followed by a beautiful sunset and great times with my fantastic friends and this day has been phenomenal. I do believe that King Neptune was satisfied…36 girls ended up shaving their heads, along with a lot of boys…I don’t know the exact amount, but there are definitely a lot of baldies around here. That’s about it for Neptune Day…homage was paid, and now we shall have a safe voyage around the world…let’s hope at least…cross your fingers everyone.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Naptime Orgy

We all knew it was coming...

Sitting there in Global Studies...trying ever-so-desperately to keep the eyelids from winning the on-going battle of the sleepy eyes, we glanced at each other and it came upon us like a swarm of locusts...it was time for a naptime orgy.

Before i get into the details...here is a bit of background:


I feel like i have mentioned this before, but on the ship you are constantly tired...think about it...giant cradle, early morning classes...you catch my drift. I have basically become the master of the naps...after class means nap time...anyone that gets in my way will suffer....and by suffer i mean i will throw them the look of death and that alone will do that job.

Back to the story:

Sitting there in global, Myself, team bauer, captain, baby jesus, and piano man were all practicing the art of the nodding head (you know...when you fall asleep sitting up all straight-like and you jerk your head all over the place), and the naptime orgy idea sprang from captain's mouth...we all perked up and decided instantly that it was the best idea we have ever heard...ever in all of history ever. We decided a location (piano man's room) and booked it out of global as soon as we could. Three beds + five people = naptime orgy. It started off me and team bauer, jordi, and piano man...then captain came and we played musical beds...i cuddled with everyone and it was fantastic...naptime orgies are my new favorite thing. if you have never participated, i strongly recommend that you do so. the end.

ps...my brazil post is on the way...prepare yourself...it will be long.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Mastering the Safety Walk

We have officially been on the ship for a week now. The first day back on the ship after being in Puerto Rico was a little rough…but then, after a day-ish you become the master of the safety walk. Now, most of you out there are safety walk virgins, so let me tell you how it works:
In order for the safety walk to be put into practice, you must have an unsafe/uneven ground of some kind. A few examples are snow, ice, gravel, potholes, or AN ALWAYS ROCKING SHIP. Once the peril of choice shows its ugly face, the safety walk can then begin.
Step one: crouch down, bending at the knees, feet in a wide base
Step two: extend arms out to sides of body for balancing purposes
Step three: walk in said position, slowly and cautiously (stay crouched mind you!) until threat of falling on face is over.

Due to my recent habitat, I have now become the master/queen/guru/(insert any other all-knowing, rockstar name here) of the safety walk. It takes a few times of running into walls or the totally awkward person next to you (who gets freaked out by any personal contact) to get it down, but after a couple of these instances, the safety walk becomes second nature. The water in the Atlantic is a lot more rough than that in the Caribbean (I know…what a shocker), and the boat is definitely rocking. There are now puke bags distributed all around the boat, including all the stairwells, the bathrooms, and even the piano. Luckily I have not had to use the barf bags for their true purpose…let’s hope I don’t ever have to.

Life on the ship is…interesting to say the least. School is very demanding and it’s a completely different style for me. The science brain that controls me officially freaked out when it caught a glimpse of the assignments I have to look forward too (including a 10-20 page paper…heh….haven’t done THAT since senior year). I have more reading than I know what to do with…this is my life: alarm goes offà bad words fill my brain and I wish evil thoughts on my cell phoneà get up, turn on light and proceed to blind myself as I live in a caveà breakfast (usually PB and J on toast or an English muffin, as I don’t do the whole mass cooked egg thing)à class (must…stay…awake)à global studies (Haiku hour!)à nap time…being on a giant cradle gives the pseudo impression of constant exhaustionàreadàlunchàreadàclassàreadàreadàreadàdinner (we have gone from specifying the fish (halibut, sole etc) to “fish of the day” and “fish cakes” hmmmm)àreadàreadàtalk to Brian the snack bar guy (apparently, Brian is only ONE syllable)àreadàget distracted by friends…usually Team Baueràreadà bed. The end. Haha, it’s a different lifestyle, that’s for sure, but I love it.

We saw the coast of Brazil last night while pulling a light night cram session for our first ever exam this morning. That was exciting…I can’t wait to get into port and experience this new place. We have been learning about Brazilian history and such in class and I am STOKED…and that’s an understatement. PS the exam went well this morning…I think…we’ll see how that turns out.

I did my laundry in my sink for the first time ever yesterday. That was an experience all on its own…I have decided that there should be some sort of scrubbing technique class…on how to get stains out, make laundry smell delicious (THANK GOD FOR FEBREEZE), and how to rig a clothesline in the rooms without setting the fire nozzle off or soaking yourself in the process. Maybe I’ll write a letter…it would go a little something like this:
Dear Semester at Sea,
Since you choose to charge us 5 dollars a pop on laundry, many of us have decided to explore the realm of doing-laundry-in-sink. Due to the fact that many of us have never crossed this bridge before (as we have free washing machines in America), we don’t know what we are doing and have decided to bestow upon you the task of teaching us. The end.

Love
Andrea

I’ll send it to the dean…and start a Semester at Sea revolution. I think I am officially out of control…but it’s OK.

That’s about all that’s new in the amazing life of me. I love my life and what I am learning already on this trip…let’s just hope it doesn’t go by too fast. On that note, I think it seems appropriate to end with a Haiku, as they are the theme of the week on the MV Explorer…well…with my amazing friends and myself anyway:

This one’s for you Jordi:

Dear Baby Jesus
Thanks for Semester at Sea
It rocks the party.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Oh Captain, my Captain!

Puerto Rico:

Hola from San Juan! I apologize profusely to those of you who have been checking this blog obsessively, for my lack of posts. I will try to do better in the future…things should be ok from now on, as I will soon be getting my computer configured for the ship’s (NOT a boat, mind you) internet stuff. I know I have been a slacker for not doing it yet, but hey…I have been in Puerto Rico…who can blame me right?

I believe my last post was before we boarded the ship, so let me tell you all about it. We have seven decks (not floors, stories, or levels…DECKS), two dining rooms, nine classrooms, a computer lab, library, student store, and swimming pool. Yes…this is my college campus for the next three months. Our cabins are definitely live-able. Two beds, drawers and closets to share, a mini-fridge, a TV and our own bathroom and shower, which is very nice. We also have a little vanity and a table thing…it works out quite nicely. I feel extremely spoiled…we have cabin stewards that come in and clean and make our beds and give us fresh towels every morning…cruise? No…VOYAGE. It’s a little weird, but I’m not complaining. My roommate is fantastic. Her name is Lindsey and she’s from Virginia. We get along great…I wouldn’t have things any other way. She just gave me a caramel hershey’s kiss….this is going to work out JUST FINE.

We had one day of classes before we got into San Juan. My Abnormal Psych class is going to be awesome…for our field project we have to choose a country and a common psychological disorder from said country (my current favorite being the one called genital retraction disorder where males are afraid their genitals are going to retract into their body) and talk to a local about it…how it’s dealt with etc. that’s going to be a very interesting experience, and I can’t wait to share it with you all. I also had Life on a Blue Planet…I think that one’s going to be good…I can’t really say for sure though. That class was right after lunch and I was exhausted and I ended up being that kid in the back that keeps jerking their head around because they can’t stay awake. It was awesome…Note to self: sit in the front of Life on a Blue Planet…then it will be impossible to fall asleep. After classes that day we had our pre-port meeting. We will be having one of those before each port to go over where not to go, what not to eat, etc. That was fun…then we had Salsa lessons right afterwards in which me and my friends proceeded to shake it and make fools out of ourselves in the middle of the dance floor. Needless to say, it was amazing. We then had the brilliant idea of sleeping out on the deck so that we could watch the sunrise over San Juan when we pulled in. Yah…that plan didn’t work out so great…there were a few reasons why, with the main one being that the crew cleans the deck every morning at 4 30..heh..pleasant wake up call? Not so much. The plan was to go back to sleep in our rooms until 6 and then wake up….but I think most of you can guess what happened. Seven rolled around and I finally managed to drag myself out of bed and go to the top deck…yah the sun was already up. Note to self: If you try that again…DON’T GO BACK TO SLEEP AT 4 30. YOU WILL NOT WAKE UP.

The days in San Juan were absolutely amazing. Our first morning there, the governor came to talk to us on the ship. There were news crews everywhere…yes…I am a celebrity in Puerto Rico…feel lucky that you have my blog address. Haha…but no really…there were cameras flashing all over the place…it was cool. Then we have to go through immigration and finally got off the boat at around 10:30-ish. We had a small group of people consisting of me, Dave (Nash), Kevin (Team Bauer), Anna (Team insert incredibly cool name here) and Tina who I am failing to have a nickname for at this moment in time. We just decided that we wanted to check out Old San Juan, so we walked there and decided we needed food. We found this local Puerto Rican restaurant called Mojitos…it was pretty cool. Our waiter had to describe everything on the menu because we don’t speak Spanish so well…I think he might have been a bit irritated, but oh well. We all ordered a mojito, which is crushed mint leaves, sugar, light rum, lime and club soda. It was pretty delicious. Different, but delicious. Then we just toured around…we actually decided to not do any shopping on the first day…we wanted to take in as much of the city as we could, so we walked around and took about a million pictures. The architecture was so beautiful…there were cobblestone streets and everything. After walking around for awhile, we found this closed off secret garden…thing. There were lizards everywhere, and the trees and flowers were so beautiful. It was such a peaceful place. We found some fountains where we all decided to lay down and take a nap. We were in there for about an hour and a half. I will definitely be sharing those pictures with all of you ( I do apologize for the lack of pictures, but with the internet minutes being so tight, I really don’t have any time to upload them for you…I will try and figure something out for you later). From there we walked over to the end of the island where El Morro is located. You probably don’t know what I’m talking about…it’s an old castle/fort that the Spanish built when they first came to Puerto Rico…it was their defense against anyone trying to attack the island. El Morro was beautiful. First of all, it was gigantic. It had a small chapel, and a kitchen, and a prisoner holding place and everything. We got to go up on the roof and check out the cannons, and the hideouts where the gun men hid…it was awesome. The castle was overlooking the whole ocean, and the waves crashing up against the rocks were amazing. For most of you who know me…you know that I am a freak about two things: ocean and sky. Expect to hear me rave about both a lot. From the castle we just walked around and wound up at a local bar. At this point, it was around 5 ish so we were ready to sit for a bit. I got to try the local beer Medalla, which was voted the best beer in the world two years ago. It was very good…and from me, that’s sayin’ something. I generally hate beer, but this one was so smooth. I would recommend it to anyone. Anna and Tina had to be back at the boat for an SAS trip, so we all walked back…in total we walked for about 8 hours that day…it was good exercise, but my feet were screaming at me at the end of the day. Kevin had scored and made friends with Roberto, a student on SAS who is from Puerto Rico. He is like the celebrity on the ship. He offered to pick us up in his car (SWEET!) and take us to the bars where he worked. That ended up being amazing…I got 3 drinks for 5 bucks and got to talk to Maria (the owner of the bar. It turns out that she used to be a prostitute and now runs the bar…hmmmmm). We ran into our friends there and then Roberto took us to his other bar. Another margarita, and a bit of dancing later, we decided to head back. It was around 2 in the morning and Nash had to be up at 6 for his caving expedition. Ouch.
Day Two: After a late start (can anyone guess why? Hmmmm) Me, Team Bauer, Dannie (AKA Captain…you will hear that story in a bit), and Sam decided to go chill on the beach for a bit. Hey…we’re in Puerto Rico…why not? The beach was beautiful, with giant palm trees and the waves crashing on rocks out in the ocean. I loved it…we buried Sam and Kevin in the sand…typical? Yes…fun? Yes…Ridiculous? YES! After enjoying the water and searching for sea shells (to no avail), we walked down to Old San Juan for some dinner. We found a nice Mexican place…oddly enough I ordered a salad and the rest of the crew ordered burgers...heh…typical Americans. We were starving, so we chowed our food and then went back to the ship. Kevin and Dannie had an indy trip that they had planned, and I decided to jump on the band wagon. The trip? Kayaking the bioluminescent bay (one of four in the entire world). Some people who were signed up didn’t show, so I was lucky to be able to join. The drive to get to the bay was an hour and a half in a van. Captain, team bauer, me and brenna were shoved in the very back seat listening to a very awe inspiring conversation of the girls in front of us. One of the amazing comments included…”so…what actually fights..in a cockfight?” AHHHH!!!! (ps we passed a cock fighting place..that’s how it came up). Needless to say…it was a LONG VAN RIDE. Dannie and I decided it was ok though because our driver Hector (only to be said with a hott, sexy, Spanish accent) was very attractive and we got to drool for a bit. When we got to our destination, we stripped down to our bikinis and were oh-so-graciously helped into our lifejackets…necessary? No…boob grazing? Yes…haha. Dannie and I decided to be partners…she was my captain (in the back of the kayak), and I was the first mate. “oh captain my captain” became my saying of choice for the night, and now Dannie and I have an everlasting bond…she will always be my captain. Kayaking on the ocean at night ROCKS. It took us awhile to get used to the paddling…actually…I’m not sure that we ever quite got it down, but hey…we made it. The tour guides led us through this mangrove canal/tunnel thing for about 20 minutes. Maneuvering was difficult…but we rocked it out. The canal opened up into this huge bay where we tied our kayaks together and got the low-down on the plankton in the bay. If you ever have a question about dinoflagellates…come to me…I know all about it. The plankton in the bay let off quantums of light when they were disturbed so the wake from our kayak and the splash of the paddles glowed green. When we sat up and looked in the puddle we were sitting in, it was twinkling…kind of like lightening bugs in the water. We were allowed to swim in the bay, which I think was one of the most beautiful things I have ever experienced. When we would swim, all the water around us would be glowing green…if we lifted our arms out of the water, sparkles would slide down…it was amazing. I don’t really even know the words to describe it. Team Bauer swam under the water and we could see his glow the whole way…it was so awesome. We were basically swimming angels with giant body halos. I am so glad I had the opportunity to see something so beautiful occur in nature. It was sad to learn that the mangrove trees that keep the plankton alive are endangered. Dannie and I decided that if we take everyone in the entire world to the bay, then people will stop polluting and killing mangrove trees. That’s the plan for the moment anyway. When it was time to get back in the boat, Dannie and I lost each other…and our boat. There we were, swimming in circles around the group, the last ones to get in their boat, trying to locate the kayak and each other. I started yelling O captain my captain, and in the distance I heard…FIRRST MATE! So we found each other…it was a joyous reunion. We managed to find a boat…it wasn’t our original one, but hey…it worked out fine. On the way back we only had one near-decapitation, and two beached whale episodes…we were pretty proud of ourselves for our kayaking skills. The tour guides gave us pina coladas…I don’t think there was any alcohol in them, but they were still delicious. Then…(duh duh duhhhhhh) it was time to GET BACK IN THE VAN…meeehh. After another hour and a half of torture, which consisted of Kevin passing out, and the three of us girls left to suffer and try as hard as we could to suppress our laughter, we got back to the ship (NOT BOAT!) at around 11. Apparently, that wasn’t late enough, as we decided to shower and go BACK OUT, only Jordi joined us this time. We had the cab driver take us to a place where we could get food and drinks at one in the morning and we ended up at some local bar…thing. It was fun…I had my first ever shot of tequila (lick it, slam it, suck it! That’s my new motto) and Dannie got groped by some local rhastafari man with dreads down to his knees named Spice ( I proceeded to ask him his name again…he said spice again…then I said NO REALLY…yah his name was Robby..haha). Some guy Rudy was trying to be smooth with me, but I wasn’t having it…then Spice wanted to dance with me and I said no…he asked again and I said no..he asked again..guess what I said? NO…then he said why…I couldn’t think of anything so I just pointed to Team Bauer..haha..it worked out great…no more Spice in my face. We were all finished with the bar right about then, so we came home and crashed…it was a great day.

Day Three: ADIOS PUERTO RICO!

For our last day in San Juan, Jordi, Captain, Team Bauer, Eric, and myself decided that we needed to do some shopping. Up to that point, I had only spent money on food, alcohol and taxies…so we needed to fix that. We hit up starbucks first for some free internet time (YES!) and then hit up the shops. We found some really cute stuff and had a good time, but the best time of all was the hour (plus) that we spent in the post office. Kevin and his genius self accidentally bought 5 pre-paid blank postcard things, instead of 5 stamps. So we had a jolly time filling those out for our loved ones…some of you will be receiving the ridiculousness very soon. We strolled around for a bit longer…I bought a shot glass…I decided that I am going to buy one in every port…I think that’s a fun idea. We also invested in some Walkie-talkies at radio shack for the boat, and for in other countries if we lose each other…PS…if you are ever in Old San Juan DO NOT USE THE BATHROOMS AT SUBWAY! I myself had a traumatic experience that included darkness, receipts, and no soap. Trust me…don’t do it.

Now I am sitting on the boat…gah..excuse me..SHIP. We will be heading out at 11, and on our way to Brazil. Overall, I love San Juan. The locals that we encountered were so nice and laid back. I love the feel of the city…Puerto Ricans are very proud of their culture and who they are as a people, and that really comes out here. I can’t believe that this is only the first stop…I could go home now and be happy…but no…we still have three more months! I am so looking forward to Brazil and learning the way of life there…only a few more days until we pull in to Salvador. As for now, I am off to study a bit for my classes. I hope everything is going well at home.

Friday, February 2, 2007

heeellloooo bahammas

and..on that note i should add, hello crazy ass drivers, hello humidity (love it), hello beautiful ocean, and hello Nassau Beach Hotel. If you didn't guess, that is where I am staying for tonight and tomorrow night before boarding my ship (can't wait). Let me tell you a little somethin, somethin about the Nassau Beach Hotel, or the NBH as i so affectionately like to call it. You walk in the lobby and you are thinking...YAAAH BAABBY!! I am staying in a NICE place in the BAHAMMAS! How did that work out? Well let me tell you..it DIDNT! haha the rooms are pretty much the most amazing rooms i have ever stayed in, in my LIFE....and by amazing i mean no hot showers, the bathroom door doesnt close, no outlets in the bathroom, and a safe...with no lock. hahaha...i LOVE IT! i really wouldnt have it any other way..just me in my little podunk room chillin by the beach...it totally rocks. TAKE THAT ATLANTIS SNOBS!! >>not really...i bet you rock too..we'll find out soon enough!<< Speaking of the Atlantis i am actually going there this evvvvening to meet up with some of my fellow shipmates...i am about stoked for that one...it's gonna be a blast. and NO dad i am NOT going alone. I have a friend to share the cab with me. So basically...as of right now...i am a beach bum with nothing to do but lay out and sleep...life is ROUGH let me tell you. However, I cannot wait to board the ship and get this thing going! Two more days and the MV Explorer sets sail...As for right now, i still haven't slept so i might get in a short nap before rockin it out with my soon to be awesome friends.

Flying through the heavens:

Here I am, sitting in the Miami airport…on the floor, starbucks in hand at 8 in the morning…5 o clock my time. I have checked two flights off the list and I have one more to go. Even though this trip to the bahammas isn’t quite finished yet, I have had some pretty awesome airport/airplane experiences, and.. well…I have nothing to do for the next two hours so…you get to read about the joys of my trip thus far:

Number One: I have officially decided that the view while flying above a major lightening storm while the sun is rising is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life. I was so lucky to be able to experience this just a few minutes ago, and it honestly took my breath away. The enormous mass of the clouds forming grand canyons in the sky is beautiful on its own…now add in flashes of lightening under the clouds, so you get a nice glow…NOW add the beautiful colors that the sun adds to clouds and you have yourself one of God’s many masterpieces. This was one time that I was thankful for not being able to sleep on a plane, because that view was something I will never forget.

Number Two: Red-Eye Flights across the country officially suck…especially when you are in the window seat with two people to climb over when the urge to pee decides to show its ugly face. I did manage to fall asleep while we were still on the ground waiting for take off...yah I was pretty exhausted. Then…you know when you have those dreams where you fall off a curb and then jerk awake?...yah…I had me one of those and I was all excited because I had fallen asleep…well…I had to wake up to the harsh reality that we still hadn’t left the ground yet…dang it! Needless to say, this starbucks is needed and I am going to have to dig deep in the excitement vault for meeting people tonight…but I don’t care…I will be a walking zombie if I must.

Number Three: The world is being taken over by the SPACE INVADERS. Now, upon originally reading this, you may think that I am referring to actual aliens and that I might just be crazy. No. Let me set the mood:

There you are, sitting all innocent and pretty in the airport terminal…minding your own business…listening to your ipod, goofing around on your laptop to pass the time…life. Is. Good. Then…this feeling comes over you…you are captured by the urge to look up from your rivoting game of spider solitaire…you try to ignore this urge because the game is just THAT good…but finally…you can no longer focus so you give in to the urge…you look up and you see…THE SPACE INVADER. Now, the space invader comes in all types of disguises…an innocent child, an 80 year old woman dressed in purple, or EVEN a guy that had some definite cute potential. As soon as you lay eyes on the space invader you’re doomed. There they are scanning the room…looking for a place to sit…you follow their gaze and see about 5000 empty chairs, but for some reason, their eyes are glued to the seat RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. You panic…try and put your coat on the seat, maybe stretch your leg out…im sorry my friends, but these tactics will not fool a space invader. Something in their sick minds is drawing them to you…so they come over and SIT DOWN. They don’t care about the jacket…or your foot…they sit down anyway and completely enter your bubble. I know you know what I’m talking about…I for one, have experienced many of the space invaders today, and I have decided that they are plotting a conspiracy to take over the world…one innocent bystander at a time.

Number Five: People yelling at other people in airports is quite possibly one of the most entertaining things ever. Especially when F bombs are dropped.

Number Six: When you are getting your straw out of the wrapper, and you get the gut feeling that you broke the straw…go with the gut feeling. Otherwise you will be stuck sipping out of a broken straw and collapsing a lung trying to get your coffee out of its cup.

Those are my airport thoughts of the day. I hope you enjoy them. On another note…I am really hoping that some fellow SASers are on my flight…that would be neat…even though they might judge me because I am in my sweats and smell like a goat.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

PEACE OUT AMERICA!!

AHH!! I am officially headed out of the country as of 7 30 tonight...I CANNOT WAIT!!! I won't lie...I am reading all of the posts on facebook of the kids that are down there already and I WISH I WAS THERE RIGHT NOW!! but..it's ok...i will be on my way shortly. I have been walking around on cloud nine all day today...going on hardly NO sleep because i decided to stay out until two thirty, not sleep well because of excitment, and then wake up bright eyed and ready to fight the day at 8 o'clock...yet...my energy level is surprisingly high..and..AND! i didnt even have coffee this morning...Andrea:1 Starbucks: ZERO! yah thats right! I am all packed and ready and now i'm just countin down the hours by saying goodbye to my loved ones...i have really been traipsing around the house all day singing...

"cause i'm leeeaavin...on a jet plane...i dont know when i'll be back again..."

i know..ridiculous right? can you call me cliche? that would be a yes....but i dont care...there is nothing that can pop my bubble at this moment in time...NOTHING I TELL YOU!

I feel like maybe i am going stir crazy...wait...lets change that to I AM DEFINITELY GOING STIR CRAZY. i need to get this party started...hmmmm...just a little longer. to all of you who have to wait a whole nother day or >>gasp!<< even TWO more days...i feel for you...just take a deep breath...it WILL be ok...at least that is what i continue to tell myself.