Today was a good day - much better than yesterday at least. Perhaps it was because I went the entire day without getting one unwanted email.
I decided to take a day to put down the phone, and pick up the snorkels. Have I ever mentioned how much I love water? Well, for all the days I have spent soaking up the sun, I realised I had yet to explore the reef just behind the beach I frequent - I got a boat ride out of it too. I really think one year I should play tourist when I come home and visit all the attractions that make us money. I am quite sure there are a handful of places in this country that would blow me away.
The reef is gorgeous and the day would have been perfect had the winds been just a bit lighter. Either way, the water was clear, the sky was blue, and the fish were out. Needless to say, I enjoyed the snorkel with a few good friends and him - though the waves and sun drained our energy. I would have some pictures for you, but my memory card is currently NOT in my camera. I hope to better get it back by tomorrow.
The only downfall to the day was something that happened to my brother. (We are going to call him Brother Unlucky from now on.) He may not want this all over the internet, but I have to dedicate some part of today's blog to the jerk of an officer who decided to pull him over - happy 21st birthday by the way. Did you know you can get a ticket for handing an officer an expired registration by accident? Then when he comes back to tell you, you correct your mistake by giving him the correct registration, and he tells you it is too late?
Vehicle registration and licenses expire on your birthday - but I am pretty sure they have to wait until midnight before they can punish you for it. If ever you decided to go to the Gator capital of Gainesville Florida, let me warn you, the Alachua County Police officers have nothing to do.
Lesson to learn? Don't drive on your birthday.
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
My Last Week and I Would Like Some Alone Time
Yesterday was very interesting. For once, I did not go to the beach. (No it was not raining.) Instead, I slept the entire day, until about 8pm when I got ready to go see The Ugly Truth. It was a decent movie aside from the relationship between the main characters being oddly familiar.
Anyway, this is not about the movie. This is about the fact that we lost power for a split second yesterday (welcome to Jamaica) and ever since then the internet has been down. This would normally be of no importance to me since I do not come to Ja to use the net (and also because I have a blackberry); but my problem resides on the "no internet, no free international calls" side of the river. Time is winding down here and I have important things to take care of.
Furthermore, if I get one more email from UCF during my vacation I think I am going to scream. They have emailed me several times regarding financial aid and items on my to-do-list, and I am not in the mood for another money cut this school year. I discovered new ways to save in my freshman year (Food.. Books? Food.. ? Books !) that kept me from the infamous "freshman 15" - I guess I should be thankful.
But by far, the worst email I have gotten, is from my statistics teacher Mrs. Cutchins. She decided to cut my vacay short by writing me about which books I need, "make sure it is this version and not that one" and sent me a copy of the wretched syllabus. Why thank you Miss Over-Excited-Much for reminding me that reality is sitting just around the corner waiting to slap me on the back and throw me in the car without a seatbelt. Did I mention it is going 200kph ?
To sum up my rambling: I need my internet, I need my financial aid, and most importantly, I need an Air Jamaica extension !
Anyway, this is not about the movie. This is about the fact that we lost power for a split second yesterday (welcome to Jamaica) and ever since then the internet has been down. This would normally be of no importance to me since I do not come to Ja to use the net (and also because I have a blackberry); but my problem resides on the "no internet, no free international calls" side of the river. Time is winding down here and I have important things to take care of.
Furthermore, if I get one more email from UCF during my vacation I think I am going to scream. They have emailed me several times regarding financial aid and items on my to-do-list, and I am not in the mood for another money cut this school year. I discovered new ways to save in my freshman year (Food.. Books? Food.. ? Books !) that kept me from the infamous "freshman 15" - I guess I should be thankful.
But by far, the worst email I have gotten, is from my statistics teacher Mrs. Cutchins. She decided to cut my vacay short by writing me about which books I need, "make sure it is this version and not that one" and sent me a copy of the wretched syllabus. Why thank you Miss Over-Excited-Much for reminding me that reality is sitting just around the corner waiting to slap me on the back and throw me in the car without a seatbelt. Did I mention it is going 200kph ?
To sum up my rambling: I need my internet, I need my financial aid, and most importantly, I need an Air Jamaica extension !
Sunday, 2 August 2009
What's The Rush
Ever notice that whenever you are enjoying life it just speeds by like a lizard on crack? I am currently going through this calamity as I sit here in what will soon be my third week in Jamaica.
That's right. I've been here for three weeks already. What does this mean for you? Well, nothing. (Other than the fact that you will now bear witness to my rambling and bitching complaining about how much I do not want to go back to the "sunshine state.")
Considering I am a firm believer in the secret, your thoughts become things - yadda yadda yadda - I should have no problem BELIEVING I have more than a week and a few days left here. What a joke. The fact remains, my ticket is currently booked for the 13th, and every year as the leaving day gets closer I sit around hoping for a delay, cancellation, (tropical depression) AND IT NEVER HAPPENS. This, I conclude, is why "The Secret" does not work in said situation. Probably it is because deep down in the back of my mind, I know it won't.
So every year I try something new; don't pack my things, tell people I do not know when I am leaving, pretend like I do not know when I am leaving, go out the night before my supposed departure, over-sleep, under-sleep - Everything. You name it, I have done it. I have even tried to use my AirJa connections to officially change the flight accordingly. Not even that worked.
That is when I go into the whole "I don't like going against fate; I guess I was meant to leave" thing. It gets to the point where if ever my flight takes off, I know I was meant to be on it so no worries about crashing. There was this one time, though, when half-way over Cuba the pilot announced that we will be doing an emergency landing; and there I was - the only idiot on the plane rejoicing that we will not be arriving at Miami International Airport after all. (Previous to the announcement, I was crying. Following it, I began to smile.) I thought we were landing in Cuba. Figured I could try and find my long lost relatives and make a trip out of it. Its not like we were on American Airlines or anything, I would just have to use my 5 years of Spanish lessons and pretend like I belong. Landing In Cuba would have been no issue for me.
Well, we did not land in Cuba. Instead, we headed back to the beautiful paradise-ish island with the overly-excessive crime. Even though we never got to disembark, the few extra hours minutes I got in Montego Bay made me happy. (And I guess I was also happy that we landed safely and that I was alive - perhaps.)
As for the Jamaica salutations, I have got to figure out a way to beat this. But until then, you can find me at the beach.
Sickness gone. Finally.
That's right. I've been here for three weeks already. What does this mean for you? Well, nothing. (Other than the fact that you will now bear witness to my rambling and bitching complaining about how much I do not want to go back to the "sunshine state.")
Considering I am a firm believer in the secret, your thoughts become things - yadda yadda yadda - I should have no problem BELIEVING I have more than a week and a few days left here. What a joke. The fact remains, my ticket is currently booked for the 13th, and every year as the leaving day gets closer I sit around hoping for a delay, cancellation, (tropical depression) AND IT NEVER HAPPENS. This, I conclude, is why "The Secret" does not work in said situation. Probably it is because deep down in the back of my mind, I know it won't.
So every year I try something new; don't pack my things, tell people I do not know when I am leaving, pretend like I do not know when I am leaving, go out the night before my supposed departure, over-sleep, under-sleep - Everything. You name it, I have done it. I have even tried to use my AirJa connections to officially change the flight accordingly. Not even that worked.
That is when I go into the whole "I don't like going against fate; I guess I was meant to leave" thing. It gets to the point where if ever my flight takes off, I know I was meant to be on it so no worries about crashing. There was this one time, though, when half-way over Cuba the pilot announced that we will be doing an emergency landing; and there I was - the only idiot on the plane rejoicing that we will not be arriving at Miami International Airport after all. (Previous to the announcement, I was crying. Following it, I began to smile.) I thought we were landing in Cuba. Figured I could try and find my long lost relatives and make a trip out of it. Its not like we were on American Airlines or anything, I would just have to use my 5 years of Spanish lessons and pretend like I belong. Landing In Cuba would have been no issue for me.
Well, we did not land in Cuba. Instead, we headed back to the beautiful paradise-ish island with the overly-excessive crime. Even though we never got to disembark, the few extra hours minutes I got in Montego Bay made me happy. (And I guess I was also happy that we landed safely and that I was alive - perhaps.)
As for the Jamaica salutations, I have got to figure out a way to beat this. But until then, you can find me at the beach.
Sickness gone. Finally.
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