I was walking with a goat

So, within the past couple days, my brother knowingly pooped in a room with a scorpion, we met this part-albino girl from Alaska, two cool kids from South Africa, got sugarhi off 50 Tings (grapefruit soda) and 38 daquiris, I’ve misplaced Walden but read the first act of Hamlet, I found tofu on the island, we swam with a sea turtle, and yes, I walked up Mount Gorda with goats. This morning, we climbed through the baths. Right now, it is 10:48 our time and approx 86 degrees F and my brother is blasting MGMT. Roosters woke us up at 4:30 this morning. Just kidding, he switched it to Crystal Castles. The chunks in this coconut water are super yummy and everything is so beautiful, its unreal. An infinite amount of mom art can not begin to communicate what I can see from the porch hammock. Speaking of moms, I talked to mine and things are going smoother than expected. My dad is purple (with sunburn) as usual.

“The UK version is crazy-better than the US version. Here comes the BREAKDOWN”- Mikie on Cruel Summer.

Gotta go debate 6 year old cuz lyke everyone knows dance party overthrows Monkey Kick on Nintendo DS while the parents are gone. L8rs

<3

I, for one, enjoyed of my Tegan & Sara reference

You'd rather see me gone than to see me the way that I am

The stars are so bright here they light up the low clouds to an eerie warm tinted cotton candy. I stuck my head completely out of the window to and fro dinner, mesmerized. I’m such a nerd, I couldn’t wait to get home so I could document the beauty- I guess that’s what I get for living in the 21^st century- and deleting my facebook. I still have that silly I-need-to-preserve-this-experience-and-everyone-else-needs-to-know-about-it-for-me-to-be-satisfied-itus (yeah, I know, a very long name for a very common phenomenon).

I’m full of a traditional West Indian “rito”: a yummy party of aldente veggies covered in that wild curry, wrapped up in a home-made wrap, served with mango chutney and, OF COURSE, good ol’ curly fries, yo. Also, I collected a fried plantain from each person who received a side of them with their meal, and I can’t tell you how glad I am for having done so. I’m talking about the moistest, mushiest, crispiest, sweetest, saltiest, bestest plantains ever, guys. Sorry for the food-rant, I was just figured I would be left with raw yams and white bread.

Wild dogs are howling. Maybe the stars have got to them too. Maybe they are the reason why the super skinny light grey kitty who I tried to pet earlier was such a scaredy cat. One has to be careful what they say on this island because the walls are deceivingly thin, or maybe the lack of sound filter is due to the constantly open huge windows hidden by slots which, from a few feet away, appear closed.

My mom was a bitch all day. Granted, it wasn’t the smoothest sail of our lives. We did christen a plane from Philly to Puerto Rico which turned out in need of downloads before it could take off, delaying us a bit. The isles were extra-wide and there were nifty touch-screens on the head of the back of the seat in front of each passenger with free movies, games, shows. Of course, I read “that Walden story” (as Susanne put it) the entire trip. That is some dense text if I ever read me some.

Once we landed, mommy’s hair began to poof and we all felt pretty good to be defrosted, but again, the little puddle-hopper plan got screwed the hell up and you know who was pissed off. “I’d rather do this everyday instead of do my job” says Dad, referring to the difficult travel. Sad. But he’s been in good spirits all day, for once, so PROPS.

I’m pretty glad I’m here, now that I’m here. I think I sort of forgot how much I love warmth and humidity or something. And I’m starting to get less afraid of talking to my dad about stuff. Mom’s just irrational right now, but we’ll let her go. Also, last night, mother nature reminded me that I am indeed a girl, again. Pretty inconvenient but whatev. The only bothersome things are: making small talk, and not being alone. I really just disagree with the majority of the things the adults in my life say right now, not to be a complete teen but, it’s hard to keep my mouth shut I guess. BLEH I’m getting negative? Goodnight.

P.S. On a happy note, I saw about 15 chickens sleeping in a tree tonight, free and happy.

Screw my imagination

Get stewed.

Salty

“Done,” he says. I relax my arms and legs and toes and fingers from being clenched up on the dentist's chair. I take a deep breath and unsquinch my eyes. Let it out and shake uncontrolably. 

"The novacaine is usually what makes you shakey for a while after" she screeches. She doesn't see me but I  shoot an glare to my left. It's not right for me to hate them, but right now I need something to hate and someone to blame- just for the minute. I hate them, I hate needles in my mouth, people in my mouth, the cold weather, to-do lists, being positive, being negative, sleeping, not sleeping. Work is the only place I can be alone lately. Just me and Elliott.

After two plays of Figure 8, and a visit with Maura though, I'm back to my hopelessly positive self. Still, unattempted salt comes again. I can only cry at movies when animals get hurt. Humans pamper themselves too much and the ocean is too beautiful and vast of a thing to not cry about.

I won't melt away

American Apparel Teeth

Silly Humans

Often I  ponder about what was intended for ancient man- what was supposed to happen, what were we supposed to do?

I also sometimes like to zoom out on myself, almost like I'm meditating. 

It of course makes everything smaller, stupider. Even thinks I admire most when I'm here on Earth like incredible literary knowledge and talent. I think about how odd speaking is, music is: making noises, how can one be better than another? 

Tattoos of Ships

It's funny how many people give a crap.

Just when you think no one does.

Makes you have to keep going- whether you want to or not.

Goodnight, frustration.

As I lay here next to my mother who is making cute noises as she breathes, I realize that I only ever write at night.  For some reason, although I am better at paying attention to subjects like math, and better at paying attention to reading a book while I'm awake in the morning, my head is much more calm- though not exactly clear at night. Most of the time, I feel like I want to washout my brain with mint shampoo and rinse it so my thoughts seem lucid or even sane. But no matter how much I don't want it to be- it's usually pretty murky. 

Although I have felt like I've been less productive, I'm starting to think that this whole "spending time on me" thing may turn out to have positive effects, but I guess we'll see. For now, resting is what I should do "for me", so I will.

Goodnight moon.

The First Day of School

Doctors' office secretaries are always slamming the slamming the sliding plastic partition shut as if some of our illness or injury will somehow find its way through and onto their frenchfries. Today was not the best of days, not only because I hate regression and this whole situation is one big regression and each little regression seems to just tap me over the edge of sanity for a few hours like in a game of break the ice, but also because I hate novocaine and the big puffy but frozen tingly numbness it leaves behind.

Lately, I feel like I've become a couch potato. What a dreadful thing to become-how upsetting it is to binge on television and get sucked into the computer, wasting my life away- especially now. There's nothing worse than looking at the clock to find its now three hours later even though you only intended to check your email and get things sorted out before tackling your todo list. Scribbling some pathetic answers on how-do-you-feel-about-this-and-that-worksheets was the only thing I could do to make myself feel a little bit better about watching an episode of Hung, one of Weeds, and ending with Madmen. OnDemand has become my new comfort food.

Here's hoping I'll wake up on the right side tomorrow.

Pumped about lyfe

Getting really psyched about my vegan/vegetarian club at school. Would also love to expand it to the community as well. This morning I went to the club fair, set up my poster, literature, looped a movie on the good ol' MacBook, and forced people to try my mixed berry cupcakes with cream cheese icing (vegan of course, dummies). Never knew it would be so hard to convince people to take free food.

Anyways, after filling a page with names and emails, I came home and began a list of recommended websites and literature for anyone interested in becoming vegan or any curious cats out there. Don't know if anyone will ever see this or if anyone cares but here it goes:

LITERATURE!

Vegan: The New Ethics of Eating, Revised Edition
Erik Marcus
One of the first books I read about veganism- explains the vegan lifestyle from all angles, answers almost EVERY question you can have.

Animal Liberation
Peter Singer
What can I say- The dude roooolz. He started this movement in the '70s and like Zeppelin, it still rocks.

The Dietitian's Guide to Vegetarian Diets
Messina, Mark, and Virginia Messina
Everything you need to know from the health and wellness standpoint. Also probably the book your parents will be most interested in.

Fast Food Nation
Eric Schlosser
Basically "What goes on before they call your number." The icky, sticky truth.

Living Among Meat Eaters 
Carol Adams
Let's face it- they've got us surrounded!



INTERWEBZ!

http://www.vegetariantimes.com/  Subscribing to the magazine is not a bad idea. I have a lot of fun and have learned much from reading it.
http://www.theppk.com POST PUNK KITCHEN! You can see I'm excited. It's at the top of my bookmarks list; the chick who runs the site have also written many of my favorite cookbooks (Vegan Cupcakes Take Over The World, Veganomicon, Vegan with a Vengence, etc.) To put it plainly, I would give up peanut butter for a week to hang out with Isa Chandra Moskowitz for a little while- and that's saying a lot.
http://www.vegan.org/Vegan Action's campaigns have made life a lot smoother for many vegans- also a great site for more resources! Check it out.

That list should start you off, anyone out there. 

Learning how to go back

I really should be asleep but who can sleep on Sunday nights? Even when I don't have something important to do - or a reason to wake up - the next day, I am suddenly wide awake when everyone else is comfortably cuddled in their sheets, drooling, snoring, at peace.

Today was a beautiful day and as clear as my mind was cloudy. I wasn't too openly worried. I tried not to do too much but failed as usual. With school four more weeks away it seems like nothing is or should be structured, so what is there to worry about? Pssht.