Realization

This past week was full of amazingly interesting activities (sarcasm there). Not including soccer since that was fun, I had the opportunity to help someone move which wasn't so bad except that it started at 8am... That is way too early for anyone especially myself since it was a saturday morning. Because I'm a retard and don't like to go to bed early I stayed up playing games until 12:30 and realized that if I didn't go to bed real soon I was going to be hurting real bad in the morning. So I got up at 7:00 o'clock and thought to myself "I'm not showering for this because it's too early and I'm already hurting." So I slept in to 7:45 and as you might realize that made absolutely no difference at all. Anyways, I helped these three girls move in to a single apartment (they were all located at different places, WIN!) and by the time it was over I felt super grungy not having shaven and eaten two donuts since that was our reward. Not a good start to a day. Now you might be thinking what the realization is but I'm getting to it as soon as I get through all my random thoughts for this weekend. After finishing the move I went home and had Dad give me a haircut but what I forgot to take into consideration was that I wore a hat that morning since I didn't shower which made my hair greasy and matted to my head, not good for cutting hair. Amazingly Dad powered through the terribleness that was my hair and the frustratingly off and on extension cord that made the clippers get caught in my hair since the clippers would be hiccuping as the power was sporatic until dad grunted with anger and forced the prongs into the socket as far as possible (I was thankful).

After showering and noting that there was only 1 hour till the bbq at camp alpine was to start I thought "this could be very bad if I get stuck there and there isn't anyone I want to talk to or if this dance that is to be happening is full of people I don't want to be around" (I was right on one of those parts unfortunately). I went to the institute for the carpool and we took off to camp alpine and fortunately I had Kevin Costa and Levi Gonzalez to talk to for the first 4 hours while we did service clearing the paths and juggling a soccer ball till our shins started to hurt. Finally dinner came and there were some amazing hamburgers and hotdogs with other delicious foods that I would gladly partake of again. I was forced into some awkward conversations with the graduating seniors that I couldn't really relate to as I ate dinner but I survived and threw the frisbee around with some people that I regularly talk to and enjoy their company. This is where things went sour. During the time I had been talking to Kevin Costa and Levi G. I had mentioned that there was to be a dance after the fireside and both of them apparently didn't know anything about it. They said that most likely they would be taking off before the dance since that wasn't exactly what they had planned on. Ok, so while I was throwing the frisbee around apparently they slipt out the back and took off... What I'm guessing happened was that they didn't want to bother me while I was busy messing around with some other people to inform me that they were taking off. Because of this I was stuck. Now if you don't know I absolutely loathe dances. I go to them for only one purpose and if I don't think it is worth my time I won't be there, plain and simple (you can guess the purpose). So there I was, stuck at camp alpine without a car and no way to get out of a dance that I hadn't planned on attending with no motive for me to be there, ugg.

The dance started and I quietly sat near the fire and talked with what people I could until many had left to the dance floor while I just kept sitting there and thinking "man this lame. Not only that but I look like a loner and miserable person, dang it." After about a 30-45 minutes I couldn't take it anymore and whipped out my phone and tried texting Scott out of desperation to see if there was any chance for him to get me out of there. Now you might realize that we are at camp alpine and there is literally no signal out there, meaning, whenever the connection decided to come back I would get a response. All the while texting I had over 4 people ask me if I was alright and comment something close to "by the looks of it, you want out of here" and they were right as I told them that I was just fine and that I just didn't want to dance (cheerfully I might add because honestly I wasn't in a bad mood or anything). Amazingly after chatting with a girl for the next half hour since I think she felt bad for me or something Scott came with Alan since Scott didn't want to get lost on the way there which was probably a good idea since Scott once passed the Portland airport and went over the bridge heading to washington while I was in the car with him once, hehe, fun times.

So the realization that may not have been obvious is that I sincerely dislike dances and always associate them with bad experiences (now with one more to add to it). I don't know what it is but jumping around and moving to a beat to enjoy music is not what I envision as fun. All the girating and making a fool of yourself only makes me laugh and that is the only reason why I would dance but since I can't get people to laugh at what I do while feeling comfortable at the same time, there is no point in doing it.

Dang, this was a long post but it was more of a barrage of thoughts that needed to get thrown out after such a draining weekend (I slept 9 hours in the morning and took a 3 hour nap on sunday and was still tired). Hmm, I gotta throw in a picture since pictures almost make the post worthwhile.

This is before I was retarded and shaved my legs just so I could say I had done it and to know what it was like.

And after (notice the whiteness, just wow)

Now that you are totally grossed out, how about something a bit more pleasing.This was after a hike up to the top of bald hill. It's quite the view up there.

Ok, I'm tired and need to go to bed since I have class in 8 1/2 hours, woo!