The sun will always set..

The last HOORAHS of my adventure are quickly approaching...

...as the sun sets on my summer.

Only 3 days left.

Scratch that...reverse it.

So the title of my last post went something along the lines of "Run with it...it's all you've got". When really it should be "Run with it... you've got it all".

It may get bloody...a little messy at times.

I feel like I am going in circles...

..hanging on for dear life..

or just going downright nuts...

..But I have it all..everything. So I'm running with it.

I've got it all.

Just run with it...it's all you've got.

"What happens when I get 5 gold stars?"

"The same thing that happens when you get 3!"

"Ya? What's that?"

"Nothing."

Gold stars and brownie points... pretty much just pointless ridiculousness. Then again so is smearing brownie batter all over someone's face... you just gotta run with it.

Tastes Like a Tree.....

Did you know that there is such a thing as coconut water? I thought I did, but being the F.O.B. that I am, I confused it with coconut milk, the sweet white and creamy substance you drink through a straw from the top of a hairy brown coconut. But cocunut water is different. It is a sweetened form of water, with a bit of bitterness to it. Just a little. And it is packed with nutrients that do wonders for your immune system, although, so does coconut MILK. But coconut water tastes like a tree.


So basically, coconut water is just a sad excuse to say that you were to impatient to wait for the fruit to ripen and reach its full potential. So,here I am, contributing to the lowering of the expectations of the Hawaiian coconut...enjoy.


Alright..well..my video is being less than cooperative so here's the link to it on youtube...:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuFK05xT4v0

My Hawaiian storybook...

Once upon a time there was a girl...

She was accused of EFY romance twice in one day with 3 different guys and was apparently the player of the week. You see, she was in charge of the slide show during a couple classes on Wednesday..meaning she was to click the screen when the teacher, aka Bro. Bird, gave the signal. Easy enough of a task to handle. Except when Counselor Bo offers her half of his candy bar, she declines, he insists, she takes the bar and turns to find the entire classroom staring at her. Bro. Bird said something along the lines of, "I think there's a bit too much romance going on back there. Can you please change the slide?" everyone laughed. The taunting continued throughout the day and worsened, as you might imagine, when in happened again only an hour or two after the first time. This time Bo wouldn't have anything to do with her, he sat 4 rows ahead. But JON..he sat next to her. But she was focused this time. Those slides would run as smooth as butter. But again..somehow, she found herself being looked at and accused once more with the back-of-the-classroom romance. After that, any conversation with any guy at all apparently meant that she had moved on from her previous "romance" during her week at EFY.




Glad that wasn't ME..that would've been embarrassing ;)

The end.

The show must go on..

Making a move like the one that I have made recently may invoke some deep thought in the person making said move. One might ponder the life lessons that may be acquired in the near future. They may wonder about the goings on back at home...Or how in the world they are going to find their way to the baggage claim in a foreign airport.ALONE. Yes One may think those things, so I guess that makes me Two..or Three..because I found myself thinking of different things entirely on the 6 hour flight starting my thought provoking gutsy move.

For instance..the clouds. A gas. (for all intensive purposes, they are a gas..lets not get all hyper-technical on Katelin, shall we?) They looked as though I could stick my hand out the window and grab them. And yes..i also know that you can technically grab a gas..but that isn't the point. The point is that what I THOUGHT about was if there could ever be a solid gas. I hated chemistry.. but I do know enough that the states of matter are pretty much exclusive. Only gases are allowed into the secret club of gases. "No solids allowed" it says on the front door of their equally secret fort. So went the deep thought of my thought provoking move.

From there it went to the calculus equation and process of a plastic cup. (Ms. Loudenbeck would be proud).

Then to why in the world they would serve breakfast at noon. And why hadn't I eaten my own breakfast before I left my house. Why did I wait to pack till 11:59pm on July 4th? Why did I even bother sleeping for the hour that I did..i could've instead eaten breakfast. But no, I waited till noon to eat breakfast..even though it may have been lunch to everyone else. PERSPECTIVE.

I bet people wonder why I have a sock monkey sticking out of my purse. I would wonder if I saw an 18 year old with a sock monkey sticking out of her purse.

After flying so far over the ocean, I began to wonder if there were even islands out here that EXISTED at all...I began to realize the great amount of faith I was exercising that the islands didn't just up and move. Hawaii is just one really big joke on the world. Like snipes. It gets played on you..and so you then feel obligated to continue in the hoax for all those who don't already know. Like me, who has never been to Hawaii before. I felt like a beehive all over again...except I didn't have toothpaste on my face.

From 36,000ft i could see little white specks in the water. Boats? I thought. Then quickly I crossed out "boats" on the napkin I was writing on and instead wrote "whales". Way more interesting, I decided. How come all of a sudden I had the authority to change the being of something for the sole purpose of my interest?

What if my plane died all of a sudden and just started to fall straight toward the ocean? From 36,000ft at an rate of 9.8ft/sec times whatever the equation is...(I feel like one of the many math worksheets I've been assigned over the years..asking me to look past hyper technicalities that would make the problem "correct"..which I always found to be pretty much bogus..but ANYWAYS).

..so ended my deep thought on the start of my thought provoking move. Instead of deep important and possibly meaningful thought, I changed boats into whales and gave gases a secret clubhouse. Ya..I would.

"Oh..so that's what I look like!"

Ok..so I've been in Hawaii for over a week now. So many good times. Almost as many bad..but they have slowed to a mere memory. I have photo documentation but currently lack the ability to display it in this post. (Blame the blasted postal service.) But it's ok my dearest friends! Do not yet fret! Until I am able to provide you with the pictures which you so desire, I will leave you with this:

"Life is like a batch of cookies. Sometimes you add 2 tsp of vanilla when you only need 1. So, you adjust the other ingredients accordingly to have 2 beautiful batches instead of 1 screwed up one."

-Hoot.

So, make your batches and eat them too. Life is good.