Aerial Inspiration

Ok So I wrote this while I was on the plane back to DC....


I want to take a minute, a moment.......just to think about today.....think about the possibilities made certainties and the possibilities that remained.....hmmm.........I left Miami today. I'm not really sad about it though. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there: I did something I'd never done before; swam in the ocean; I made a point of being fashion-forward haha maybe successfully? I also ate whenever and whatever I wanted Ahhh and the best part is I don't even remotely regret it!

Right now I'm on the plane (go redundancy) back home and the flight attendants are walking up and down the aisles making sure that the trays (or is it the seats?) are in their "upright and locked positions" and that "all electronic devices are turned off". Last time I was on a plane, my travel soundtrack was still playing at this point and I was non-verbally reprimanded....meaning the stewardess came up to me and slammed her finger down on my mp3 player. She then proceeded to shake it in my face. No, no, no!

Trapeezee fo sheezy

Today started off uneventful. I slept in maybe twenty minute increments last night and it felt like during those twenty minutes the "sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses". Meaning I did not get a very good night's sleep. Yakking in the morning couldn't have suddenly made my morning a pleasant one, either. Besides Jess was freaking sprawled out on the bed in quite the horizontal manner. So we made a pimp breakfast....after youtubing shitty music videos from back in the day like s club 7....3lw....dream...tlc....others will remain unmentioned but one can safely assume they didn't involve profound meanings or even profound lyrics. After our pimp brekkies we did stereotypically girly things like eating fro-yo and getting our nails done. Gasp!

Way after that we went on the trapeze and flew, flew, FLEW with the greatest of ease. This was the highlight of my day considering I took the time to include a picture of it! Ok so I was kind of freaked out by the whole thing. Yeah, there's a net and it's practically impossible for anything really bad to happen, but still. You never know. Jess went first because I'm a wuss...I proudly videotaped her as she put the "race" in "graceful". Before I knew it it was my turn and some guy named Lock was tightening a rope around my stomach, giving my fat no option but to bulge out in all directions. Bleh. I climbed up the shaky ass ladder, said hi to Robin, the eyebrow pierced woman who would be in charge up there, and proceeded to mentally prepare. Without chalk, Robin advised me to grab the bar...despite the fact that I was positive I would fall if I did. Ehhh I didn't. A couple of seconds later I was mid-air having so muchh fun that I failed to realize I was actually being given instructions. Something about pulling my legs through the bar....and dangling upside down....but I had to do it at the right time....when the Irish guy said "go"? Eh I fucked up and he had to repeat himself...this would be a good example of a time when the expression "you snooze, you lose" DOES NOT apply. I genuinely preferred to be doing what I wanted on the trapeze and not listening to whats-his-face spew lame pointers. Eventually the badass in me caved and I did what Simon said.

this is why I'm HOT

So...I usually start sentences off with a vague and uninteresting, not to mention entirely cliche and unnecessary word. SO yeah....I definitely feel like most of the things I write do not remotely make sense. Maybe in a distant universe, i.e my brain, they do? Whatevs. Yes I just said whatevz. And? Ok ....So anyway Blogs are meant to be taken advantage of right? I mean you can write whatever you want and maybe someone will read it? Maybe someone is being unnecessarily self-deprecating? UH yeah. Sorry, I guess. Ok . So I could write about what I did today. As I'm guessing most of the blog universe does. And add my own personal spin to it. A spin that couldn't quite be found on any other .blogspot. I WENT TO THE BEACH TODAY. I went to the beach and nearly became a slimier version of myself. This refers to the extremely high temperature, not to the possibility of acquiring a tramp stamp and/or considering the possibility of dating someone who thinks said trampstamps are "attractive". But yeah it was hot as balllllllllllls. Hopefully I changed colors yet again this summer and became a slightly darker me? Gah. Bleh. Blah. We'll see?

Um yeah......the day evolved into a party setting.....that included musical chairs! yippee for me because I chose to sit out and yell inexplicable statements while everyone else was struggling for some cushiony acceptance...also known as CHAIRS.


Good Night.