Do I want a what?

I went to get my hair cut today and the Canadian lady who has been cutting it since I've been here is just a horrible conversationalist so really, we don't talk much. Last time I saw her I was stuck in the chair with scissors to my head listening to her go off about how hard it is to quit smoking and that I just have no idea how hard it is. "Yes Ma'am, I never smoked. I don't know how hard it is to quit smoking." Listen to me! Don't ever start! Do you know how I quit?! Ask me! "Um, how'd you quit?" BY PRAYING! I prayed!

Keep in mind while this convo was happening some religious program was on (which is normal for around here), blaring in the background just fueling the fire of this woman. So I learned my lesson from the last time, so I just kept my mouth shut...besides I also learned that when she has different TV programs on and the louder they are, the more she gets all crazy and starts blurting out shit that scares me, so I just said hi and kept my mouth shut since the TV was really loud this morning.

Things were going fine towards the end and I was excited cause she wasn't going crazy and I was almost out of there. Then out of nowhere she asked me if I wanted a tail.

*blank stare*

What? Do I want a what? A tail? For my hair?? Um, no Ma'am, please don't give me a tail. "Well Kid if I just take it up a little here on these sides I can..." No. I don't want a tail.

So yeah, I was really close to getting my first tail. Shit.

Work out question

Well maybe it's not a work out question, more like an eating after a work out question.

So you know how you're supposed to eat within 15-20 minutes of working out? Why? I get it if you're hungry because it goes directly to the the muscles or something, but when I work out, I want to throw up...so really, eating is definitely not what I'm thinking about after I get done working out. If you're not trying to "bulk up" but either slim down or tone up, does it matter that you don't eat 15 minutes after you get done working out as long as you don't eat bad food when you do decide you're able to eat again?

Just curious. I don't even know if I'm asking this the right way.

Mullets and love and other oddities

I realize even the outline of me going into the ocean looks a little pansy like, but come on! The water is cold! Besides, as you can see, I was sunning myself prior to getting into the water.

Let's move onto later that night, Jessica, the girl flipping everyone off on the dock, decided to put Kim's hair into a mullet. I love her, even with her mullet, but once you have a mullet...I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of it. And I have a picture of her face with that mullet. I just want her to still sleep with me so I won't post it.

Moving right along, Kim took some pictures on her camera of the Boiling Lake that I was just able to upload. She's got some pretty good ones of the lake once the clouds moved away. The last picture is a steaming stream we followed to get to the lake. Six days later, I can officially stand up all the way AND walk normal. For awhile I always thought I was going to walk around like that.

Being forced

Okay, so I like a little mirror time at the gym, no secret. However, I get there 2 hours ago and of course these bulky guys (and a rather attractive muscular black man with such white teeth and a pretty smile that just screamed out "sex" everytime he walked by me. *ahem*) were all hogging the mirror. Well, if you're as pretty as that attractive man, I can share the mirror, but the other guys just needed to leave, but they didn't. So these guys were forcing me to do something that I didn't want to. That's right, cardio.

Those bastards.

I'm beginning to think an intervention is necessary

Dominica had this holiday earlier this month or last month (all my days are blending so I'm not sure which), and due to that holiday, we ran out of toilet paper. Well, we couldn't wait 4 days to get more so of course I went to the only place that was open...the school...and stole theirs. Seriously, next to Kubuli beer, it's the greatest. Unfortunately, due to it being the greatest, I can't stop now. They keep restocking, I keep restealing. I guess if "restealing" was a real word, it would mean stealing the exact same thing over again...and as far as I know, the toilet paper isn't recycled? One, that would be gross. Two, well, this is Dominica, so it just might be?

Let's just move on from that...

Since I've been here I haven't seen any frogs and truthfully, I want to see a fucking frog. I was waddling home last night (I still hurt from that hike yesterday) and finally saw one! It was fucking ugly so of course I love it. I even named it. His name is Sam. Just don't ask me how I know his sex....

BOILING FUCKING LAKE part 2

So the blog right below was getting there and seeing Boiling Lake. This is the trek back. And yes, I felt like I could have died.

BOILING FUCKING LAKE!

Sweet mother of GOD what did I sign up to do?!?! Ten minutes after some confusion on the bus, we ended up on our way to Boiling Lake. We all had our waters and food and shit, so we were ready.

I would like to point out that not even a mile into it, I was winded. Maybe not winded, but I definitely HATE incline anything! But I was a trooper, took my breaks then realized if I stopped too long, my legs would shake and become wobbly. The entire hill was up and down up and down up and down and FUCKING UP AND FUCKING DOWN nonfucking stop! Whatever, I'm a trooper. 7 miles to get to Boiling Lake, 7 miles to get back. The trek back was just as hard and the trek there. I had marking points in my head when I came back, then realized I don't know anything.

The first pic is of the actual Boiling Lake, but after that some of the pics will be from the walk there and the walk back. They only let me post 5 pics per blog, so I might have to do another blog.

Really glad I did it. When we finally made it to the van again, I decided never ever ever EVER again will I do that. But now, meh, I'd probably do it again. One of the pics you'll see Kim and me looking into this crater that was pretty hot, in the area (still a few miles from the actual Boiling Lake) there were some really hot spots, and I was more interested in that part. So if I go back, I'll probably just end up there. Besides, that's where the clay was and that's where we all got dirty playing in it. :) My body hates and the idea of a body rub sounds wonderful, but Kim is just as sore as me and additionally, the idea of someone touching my legs right now kinda makes me whimper.

THEN! The second we walked through the door, Randy (the guy who showed me the snake pit) knocked on the door. Of course I'm muddy from the feet up and the second thing out of his mouth was "Uh, what happened to you?" He was looking for a donation for his school, so I gave him ten bucks. Then I asked him if he'll show me the snakes. The only problem with that, is we have to wake up at 7 to be there by 7:30am, where the snakes usually come out. He said he'll see cause it's really early. :) If I have to bribe him...I will! I want to see those snakes before I go!