Saturday, September 4, 2010

Day 7: FINALLY!

FINALLY! Yes, I finally touched a damn ocean. Instinctively I tasted it too. I like it but I still prefect sugar over salt.

I don't know where to begin. Today was one of my better days though my alarm clock failing to wake me up by 7:30am could have had you fooled. I didn't go to sleep till 5:30am & had to wake up at 7:00am but Mr. M-effin clock didn't go off, so I didn't get to put my face on, do my hur or eat me a champions breakfast. Within 10 mins I was ready for the day...that just shouldn't be legal. Massachusetts, Alaska, Florida, Louisiana, Kansas & Pennsylvania & my self jumped into the car & headed to Rhode Island. It took 3 hours but didn't feel it at all. We made our way through a path that took out to a ledge of various sized rocks. Splashing up against said rocks was the ocean, the big, violent yet peaceful ocean. I was nothing compared to this thing. Alright, back to the anxiousness. How the hell do I get down there? I'm on a damn cliff. We then walked along the ocean shore. My shoes got terribly wet from the tide coming up but that was okay, I was just happy though wet shoes are insanely uncomfortable to walk in so I kicked off my Blowfish ankle high boots & walked in the salty Atlantic ocean water with my floral fish net stockings get soaked. After not much contemplation I decided to taste the water. I dipped my finger in & tasted the salty yet refreshing ocean water. It tasted like an overly salted pretzel. There were these goofy little birds that would run towards the water then run away when the tide picked up...yes...run, not fly, run. I tried to catch one but I was very unsuccessful. Oh, by the way, we looked like total tourists since we all dressed like we just hopped off the plane from England. we got a lot of stares but it was nice that people noticed our awesome style.

After our stroll on the ocean shore we walked around & checked out the sail boats. We came across this fish market & I contemplated whether or not to set all the lobsters free but before I could act on my decision my friend were calling me to 'come on'. I lagged behind them just a tad so I could walk by myself & enjoy everything. I then ran into a man. He had shaggy, brown hair & was smoking a cigarette. He was also very tall & had a smile to DIE for. I told him that I loved his TOMS & told him that I was going to wear mine today but it would have totally not went with my outfit. He laughed & we shot the breeze for a few minutes but as he took the last drag of his cigarette he introduced himself as, coincidently, Tom. Before we parted I asked him where he was from & he said Aussie. I can tell he wasn't bullshitting me since he called it 'aussie'. He was a nice man & I thought about asking him for his number but that long distance would be ridiculous.

After my encounter with my first Australian, we decided to take a stroll over to the mansions. We ended up taking a tour of the Vanderbilt Mansion. This place was freaking huge! Words can't even describe it. My favorite part was the porch out back that over looked the ocean. There was a breeze brushing every limb of mine as my arms dangled over the edge. I'm not going to lie, I pretended like I lived there & all these people were my friends, we were having a big party but reality kicked back fast when I heard Asians talking & realized I don't have any Asian friends...I should probably make some.

On our way back to the car we stopped for Starbucks for the second time today. We sat out on the lawn under a tree. We were approached by these guys who meant no harm but asked if any of us were interested in helping them out with a video for YouTube. Instantly, everyone looked at me. I was very hesitant at first but in the end I helped them out with a stupid parody of a Justing Bieber music video. It was awkward as hell but it's something i'll never forget.

Today was one everything but dull. I loved every moment of today. To top the night off, it's so cold out I get to close my windows! FINALLY!

Oh, by the way, the owl is sporting the name Stanley

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