"Singin' Hot Hot Hot Hot.."

This is one blaaaazing blog post.
Yesterday I went to a second day at the beach on Hilton Head Island. 
This time, I remembered sunscreen! And reapplied three times during the day. We were there for four hours, and from those four house, I was given this.

Yep. Sunscreen is a conspiracy. It doesn't exist. There is no such thing. And if there is, then it only makes you more prone to the sun. Every inch of my arms, face, back, and legs is the bright pink colour you see here. And it's not even as pink in the picture as it is in reality! I hurt SO bad. Not as bad as the time I used sun tan oil on Cocoa Beach for six hours and received sun poisoning, but this is a close second.

It took me about 15 minutes to dress myself this morning and believe it or not, it made me cry.

Also this morning, I had the idea of sending my father to the store to retrieve a pint of ice cream for me to cool my core down. This brings us to the main event....

While my dad was out, my mom was mowing the lawn. I was watching the Olympics and all of a sudden my mother RUNS in the house crying "Cindy! Get the phone! Call 911!" 

My first thought was

"Oh my goodness, my mom was ran over by the lawnmower. Do not look. Do not look. She may not have her legs anymore."

I was honestly relieved when she added "The lawnmower caught on fire!" Sure enough, this was my next sight.

I ran to the phone and dialed 911 (I've always wanted to do that in an actual emergency.) and after that we just watched. This is an image of the stages of the fire, it all happened in about 10 minutes, before the firetrucks started arriving.

Not only did the lawnmower catch fire, but as you can see, the entire property did. Our neighbours to the left in the picture NEVER mow their yard. The fire spread and it spread quickly to the field of over-grown weeds that belonged to our neighbours. At the edge of the field there are forest trees. Luckily those didn't catch fire until the firemen got here and they quickly put the trees out. Here are some more pictures of the bravery that is the fire department!

After all the firemen left, my parents sent me out to go photograph the aftermath. The whole time it had been going on, I was hiding inside, that's the reason my pictures seem so bleh. They're all taken through windows! But not these, these are up close and personal!

Before, and after^

All in all, it was pretty exciting, yet, really sad. On a negative note, I haven't had a good relationship with fire in the past eight months, but on a better note, I forgot I had sun burnt, blistering skin for about half an hour. 

Drew and his friend that was over actually went and found the key and gave it to my mom as a momento. Now its time to cool down with my ice cream. FINALLY.

 

SUPERPOST #2: Birthday, Anniversary, and Savannah!

Well HEY It's a Super Post!
I have been so busy over the past week, and frankly, it has been the best week of my entire summer!
So, my birthday was Friday, and that was fun. Birthday birthday birthday party party party la la la I'm seventeen, big whoop. What was even better on Friday, was that it was me and Noahsweets' official anniversary!
It is really crazy to believe that it has been a year (really 13 months) that we have been together and perfectly happy. Like, perfectly happy doesn't even cover it. It has honestly without a doubt been the best, most happiest year of my life. So many things have been unfolded and discovered about things such as the Gospel, happiness, love, and just human relations! It's been a pretty wonderful and lovely year to grow, and to grow with such an amazing person makes growing so much fun and I can't wait for more years!
For one of Noah's gifts that I gave him (there has to be something sentimental given, that's just how I work. I find sentimental value in everything.) an "I love.." jar!

I wrote down some of my favourite & funniest memories, everything I love about him and the things he does, all on little (some big) slips of watercolour paper, then painted the backs of the paper, and folded them all up and put them in the jar!
I shouldn't have used such thick paper, the jar got full surprisingly fast, like, in no time at all I had an entire jar of lovely little notes. I think in all there are over 75 slips of paper.
 Originally I had done all the notes in the car and wrote them in my Notes app, then hand wrote them on the paper. I didn't even reach half way on the list on my Notes! I need more jars..

A few days later, on the 24th, Noah, his mother, sister Sadie, her boyfriend Denzell, and cousin Auguste all came to Savannah for Sadie's birthday.
Number one, I think it's pretty cool our birthdays are only four days apart. Number 2, it means I got to spend a day with Noah in my town, and the other day in Savannah with him and his family!
Tuesday, he came to my house and we went out to Panera Bread, a haunted factory building, La Berry, and our traditional Sweetheart Circle visit! We did the same things we did on our first date, even ordered the same order! 

We then went to a super sketchy place called The Packinghouse. The story goes, that  one day, a lonngggg time ago, when it was a meat packaging factory, workers were one day trapped inside and the building was lit on fire and over 100 people died in that building. It still stands (barely) and is home to hobos and hooligans.
We parked the car pretty hidden and ran inside for our lives. If you can't tell, abandoned buildings are our deal.. haha. I showed him around in all the rooms, showed him where the fire started, some of my favourite graffittied walls and told him some pretty scary stories. My goal was reached, he was creeped out, and we ditched that place pretty quickly.

I love this building. And the Modest Mouse reference to the left.

It was super hot outside so therefore we went to La Berry for a frozen yogurt run.
Then we went to the mall and honestly just looked and walked around. The mall is boring and filled with typical looking people. So we went to Sweetheart Circle and then I gave him his present and took pictures together! We walked around GSU and the night was complete!

The next day, we went to Savannah with the rest of them family! We went to Tybee Island. Noah had forgotten swimming shorts, so we stopped at a gift shop and he bought some, and he let me pick them out :)

We got there, ignored the the third degree burns the sand was giving us, and immediately ran into the water! It was so much fun to tackle the waves as a group of six, get slammed by salt water, come up to the surface, and see everyone else recover their balance! It was funny, me, Sadie, and Sister Compton all arrived at the beach with no intention of getting our hair wet. Silly us. It was only a matter of five minutes before we were all drenched.

After about an hour of no sunscreen, we headed over to River Street where we were dying for candy, some of us oysters, and honestly, just some air conditioning.. haha. 

We had tons of fun on River Street, yummy sweets, and a great dinner! After River Street, we walked around downtown to see all the super old and super cute buildings and houses. Savannah is such a pretty place, regardless of all the other bashing I give to Georgia.

We all then wanted to go to the haunted Colonial Park Cemetery. Being believers of ghosts and spirits and paranormal existence, we were really excited to go and even tried catching orbs in pictures when we were there.

Unfortunately, between the six of us, we didn't catch anything. We did have a really fun time though and saw a bunch of odd things, especially all the repeated death dates. Only about half the dead there died on August 25th.. pretty strange.

All in all, it was such a perfect day with wonderful (and might I add, hilarious) people. It's hard not to have a great day when you're laughing every single minute of it. I am sooo glad I had Noah for a couple of days, he is the sweetest and most wonderful person of all, and I was happy to end my summer in the best way possible! C:

The Pressure of Prestige & My Goal for Seventeen

The pressure of being the absolute cutest thing anyone and everyone has ever seen, is really high. REALLY, high.
Wether this topic is something my mind just feeds off of at 2:32 AM, or I really feel like this is an issue, but it's really hard for me to pinpoint the kind of person I am. In some aspects of my life, I feel like a walking contradiction.

I feel like, I don't know who or what I am. Or what my style is. Or what my personality is like. Or what the image I give off is like. Or how right I am doing things.

I'm a pretty superficial person. It's sad, but it's true. I worry about the way people see me. And what they see me for. Or what they think. Now, here's the catch.
I am a very introverted person. Very. I try to not be influenced by very many things. I stick to myself. I keep many things to myself. I don't really make an effort to put myself out there. I don't really care what others think. I feel pretty selfish about it.
But at the same time, I see all these people that just look like they have everything put together. Everything about them matches up. Everything is right for them. They are all in check with themselves. Of course I would say this just from seeing the outside of people, because of my superficiality.
I have this little friend called "comparison", and we hang out a LOT. Here's a feeling that comes along with good ole comparison..

I feel like, a noodle. A single noodle, a small, and introverted little noodle in a big big bowl. Where the world is trying on all these cheeses, and spices, and sauces on me, to perfect the way I taste to the world. When all you really have is just a bunch of confusing colours and textures and elements in a giant bowl, that eventually hide and confuse the noodle.
(Don't hold me accountable for any overly creative or imaginative scenarios/creations/thoughts/stories/outlooks on life as pasta at 2:32 AM)

I feel like I'm just plane Jane. Walking around in T-shirts with my head down, trying not to be noticed, not speaking out. And as you can tell, I have a lot to say. (Just nothing is really worth saying.)

I don't know exactly why I feel like this should be a blog post. Maybe it's just in the heat of 2:32 AM that I wanted to speak all these feelings. Maybe I'm just documenting my crazy thought process to come back to ten years down the road and say "hey man, what am I thinking? I was crazy confused back then!". But here's the MAIN POINT of this diary entry no one is very interested in..
I'm turning seventeen on Friday. Seven. Freakin'. Teen. I have right now, 370 days until I am considered an adult. (HAHAHAHAHA.) I gotta get it together. I gotta work things out within myself. I gotta decide what I want to be and what I want to portray to the world, and not be afraid to say "Hey! Look at me! I finally figured meeee out, come take a look, because I'm proud of meeee!"

That's my goal for being seventeen. Before I splash into the big pasta salad, Take a whole year to figure out for my own noodle self who I am and who I want to be, and what I want to taste like to the world.

Intro to Flashback Fridays and Accutane Adventures

Helloooooo! Hello! Is anybody out there?!
Yes, I am still here, I promise. Even though my computer is blocking my blog link.. That's strange, but yeah. I just haven't blogged in quite a while. I haven't had the time! But, since I was gone for Girl's Camp, EFY, and then a surprise stay in North Georgia, there's a lot I could talk about, but won't. Chiefly, because I don't want to strain my tiny brain and try and think of all the blog-worthy things that happened in the past three weeks, and also, I have more recent things I'd like to blog about right now. So, in honour of me skipping over half of my summer, I am going to start a little tradition! I am going to start Flashback Fridays!

I find that at times, what was going on in my life ten years ago was a lot more fun and simple and easier than what is going on in it right now. I tell Noah all these dumb stories of mine about me as a kid and the goofy and freakish things I used to do, and he says they're really funny and cute. Whether he is just being a sweet boyfriend, or that I did have an intriguing childhood, I'm not sure, I'll give it a try. So whenever I have nothing to blog about on dreary Fridays, it will be Flashback Friday time, which will include things from Trek, Camp,and EFY as well.
BUT NOW. FOR THE MAIN EVENT.
I hate doctors. I hate the medical field. I hate hospitals. I hate latex gloves and white coats. I run from anyone that has a MD, GP, RN, LPN, or OB/GYN following their name. I don't like them. Every doctor and dentist appointment can be summed up by them getting paid to make me cry and tell me things I don't want to hear. I never forget to bring tissues in my purse to appointments.

So  yesterday's adventure was traumatizing. I went to a dermatologist. I'll let you in a on a little secret. The reason behind me being so against going to a dermatologist is because I have a theory that there is no cure to clear skin. Clear skin is a conspiracy for people like me. So I think yesterday was a waste of time.
And a waste of tears.
After being touched by about every white coat in the friggin' building, they all hopped on the Accutane train. "You need Accutane. Your insurance will pay for Accutane. You'll be on Accutane for six months only. Accurtane can give you (insert list of every malfunction a person could obtain OTHER than acne)."
I am so against Accutane, I started to cry.
Okay, I just don't like needles. And since Accutane is SUCH a DANGEROUS medication, you have to get a pregnancy test every month to be sure I'm not messing up some baby's life if I were to be pregnant while on Accutane. Which means. Blood work.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Now that would be a show. Doctors would make sure they came into work the day Cindy Davis was getting a needle shot up into her vein sucking out the stream of life that runs all throughout her tiny body. I am so against needles, you don't understand.
The second the doctor started throwing around the word "Accutane" like it was some glorious gift from God, I cried. And cried. And cried. AND CRIED. I cried for I think at least a solid forty-five minutes after we left the office. It was terrible. I ran out of tissues.
I came home and read article after article about side effects of Accutance. After reading EVERYTHING that can possibly go wrong, I have no idea, not the slightest understanding of why ANYONE would take Accutane. It boggles my mind.
I'm not agreeing with it. I'm just agreeing to do it. And why I am, I don't even know. Accutane is going to kill me before I even get on it. But, I also thought Trek was going to kill me. But here I am. Risking my life and sanity with Accutance. I'll keep you guys posted, but now, I gotta go see a therapist. Go figure. Don't forget to smile today!

You're welcome.^