Life and Taxi Drivers

You know, sometimes life can be annoying. i'm sure that there is a better, and more descriptive blanket word that just covers it all, but right now that's all i got. oh yeah, and add not fair. ok so this is my little soap box for two secs:

why is it that when you have crazyness going on (that despite popular belief, most people DO NOT GET A KICK OUT OF) that the friends you thought were your best just feel sorry because they don't have that drama and think you're simply being selfish and unreasonable when in reality that is when you need your friends more than ever?

Why is it that when a very similar problem comes along for them, they then expect you to cry along with them and help them with the very same problem that was just "too painful" for them to help you with? Of course, you do help them, you tell them that they are amazing and deserve every little bit of happiness that comes their way. You tell them that they are amazing and beautiful, and that even though inside your'e asking "why her?” you say it because it’s true of course you mean every little last bit of it. You love them to pieces and although you say “what is wrong with this picture?” you keep on luvin and never look to the past. That is what friendship means. It means that no matter how tough things are, you always look out for each other and then in the end everything turns out all right. I’m so glad there are people like that out there. The great thing is that they are everywhere, you just have to open your eyes. J

ok soapbox over. Point is, I’m so glad of all the cool people out there! One quick example, even when we were on vacation last week we had COMPLETE strangers being ridiculously nice! Our taxi driver coming back to the airport in St. Thomas was very probably the nicest person I HAVE EVER MET! The whole drive he was spouting out words of wisdom, telling about his family and getting to know us. It was awesome! I love cool people like that!

In a Tropical Paradise

In a tropical paradise that isn’t hawaii

I’m sitting here in the dark, being rocked back and forth by the soft lap of waves that constantly push at the side of the 46’ jeanneau sailboat upon which I sit. The moon-light is skidding off the face of the water as it makes its way across the surface of the sleeping ocean. My favorite part is the soft blow of the wind as it whips pieces of my hair from my face and that carries the chirp o

f crickets from the nearby beach, and the quiet, friendly chatter of the closest boater.

By the time that I actually blog this it will be about a week after the fact of the matter, because apparently there is no internet or phone service in paradise. In a way it’s really nice not to have to deal with electronics, but that is just my inner tree-hugger that is saying that, most of me is being driven

crazy by the fact that I

haven’t checked my email or phone in nearly a week! At least five times a day I think to myself in a frenzy, “what if they answered my fb post? Or what if this person returned my call and it is just sitting there!” Yeah, well there probably is, and it’s pathetic that I care so dang much! wow.

In the Virgin Islands time slows down quite a bit. The islanders are friendly, and it’s easy to just stop caring about anything but the next snorkeling expedition (which really are AmAZinG!!!) or the ideal spot to soak up the sun on the bow of the boat (which is pretty much everywhere!). Just before I left, I g

ot a little bit of bad news, but I would highly recommend a Caribbean sai

ling vacation to anyone who wants to get something off their mind; it works like a charm. And although this environment is different than that of the island of Oahu across the globe, it isn’t too much different, so it’s nice to reminisce and feel the salt and humidity on my skin again. In less than a week we will be heading back (and judging from the hike that we TriEd to go on today to look at ruins [tourists/asians!], I am going to look absolutely ridiculous for the first few days swaggering about like a drunken sailorJ) to the land of ice sickles and snowballs. With any luck at all it will be a little less frosty upon our return, but you never know what to expect in p-town.

To summarize: I am

the luckiest girl on the planet, in probably the best place in the world! The sewage that come

s out of the side of the boat every time someone flushes the toilet (Seriously! That should be illegal! It is in no way sanitary and it is completely disgusting! BLacH!) is just a small inconvenience compared to the all the other things that outweigh it on the positive side. The baseline is that there is no way to look at all of this and deny the existence of a higher plan for us given from a higher being. Tonight the stars are shining bright and I think each one of those represents a little piece of his love. I’ve seen that much, and there is not a doubt that it’s true. No denying it. And never, ever, turning back. Nope, NEVER.

In which I make a Cake

I absolutely love, love, love, love, love, the part of being home that means I get to cook in a HUGE kitchen!!! In the dorms we didn't really even have a kitchen that we could honestly call our own. Don't get me wrong, it was fun to use a tin, disposable cooking dish to fry an egg and all, but it was a little time consuming. Yesterday was my favorite little brother's birthday and I got to make the cake for it! Which basically meant that I got to try out another idea for my potential wedding cake business. Yays! It was a ton of fun, and even though I had to make everything by hand it was the tastiest variety of wedding cake yet and he loved it! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM!

Keep in mind that if this was a wedding cake instead of this faux (like everything else in my life i luv :) wedding cake it would have more tiers and full sized chocolate cigarellos...

Missing You

Provo, Utah. Mormons, cold weather, mountains, and too much traffic. That pretty much sums it up, besides saying that it is a much different place than Laie, Hawaii. I have been home for nearly a week now and it seems as though I have been trapped in my own strang

e version of time. The time has gone so quickly and yet inched along at an incredibly slow pace in the very same moment. There is so much that I miss about the sunny island of Oahu, but surprisingly enough, the thing that I have missed the most (besides my girlies) is no longer there. I’m making a list of things that I want to do while I am here, applying for jobs and looking at cars and insurance and anything to keep me busy, because I know that the moment that I stop will be the same moment that I wont be able to start again. Like tonight, when I was left alone to think for just a little too long and I found myself gushing all over my unsuspecting uncle. I think I simply need to stop watching “Dear John” movies. They do terrible things to you.

Tonight, after not receiving any kind of response from a certain someone, I found that I care too much to be any kind of healthy. So although I may not have the chance to ever make anything of it, or even see this person again, I wrote a letter for them. And if I ever would send it ( which is not EVER happening), it would go something like this:

Dear D.

I have been home for a week and am missing you already. I never thought that I would care this much about anyone, but you have spun my world around. Before you, there have been some that have been good, but you are by far the best. You make me smile even when I don’t give the smile permission to be there, it spreads across my face all the same. It is stupid really, even to me it makes no sense that I feel this way. What have you done to me? I never gave you the key to my heart, but you took it all the same, and now you are a thousand

miles away and as far as I know I will never see you again. Facebook is fabulous, but at the same time, when I think about the unanswered message that lies on your wall I want to cancel my account. I’m not the kind of girl that chases people around (in fact, I’m the opposite) , but after some prompting from my friend I sent you a text. It has been a day with still no reply on either account. Even as I write this, knowing that you will never see it, I wonder how many other letters like this have been sent to you. You are too wonderful. I know that. Your smile lights my world. But at the same time I have to wonder if that night we spent out at the baseball field gazing at the stars meant so little to you. I thought that I knew better, that I could spot all the signs of the stereotypical player. I didn’t see any of those in you. I supposed that you were better than that, that you would never in a million years be the kind of person that would put someone through that. But now I’m doubting everything, when I was once so sure of myself. Five months. That’s how long it is until I get to h

old you in my arms again. I wish it was less, although I now fear that it might be forever. You were too good to be true, at the time I thought that you respected me, and knew that it would be too difficult for both of us (because of the time that we had to spend apart) to kiss me that night, it signaled to me the type of person that you really were, although that I longed for that kiss more than anything, now I’m glad that you didn’t do it. I think that it is better that way. I’m feeling so many things that I no longer know what to write. I want to slap you and say those three words that haunt my dreams, all at the same time. When really the only thing that I want to do is hold you close to me.

Wishing you were here

Alli

In a world of bloggers

So this is officially my first blog/ blog post! Until now I have stubbornly refused to get one, but since everyone else has one I have thrown caution to the wind and here I am. In other words, Chealsea, Mckae, Kara and everyone else that wanted me to get one... this one's for you.