My log of events since I've been away and incoherent and or all of the above.

Friday night

After a nice long tiring day, I'm there bepped out considering the long haul on Saturday. A day down the islands with the gaming people (now much closer friends) was in the cards. Brrinng! Phone. House in darkness. Trace groping for phone.

Huwo?
Ay Trace wuz up?
Err hey...nun...was sleeping
You know who you talkin to?
Ehmmmm
Is me Jus
JUS!!! WTF! Where are you!?! OMG
Talk talk blab blab.
Phone down...my babes didn't forget me aww :) I love Jussypoo!

So I'm there awake now. Gone milling around the kitchen. Mom wakes up and boots me back to bed. "Wtf are you doing up? I thought you went to sleep. Go."
Lying down, tossing and turning, I try Anggun. Those soothing sounds do nothing to shut my eyes. A Perfect Circle helps...alot. By Judith I'm out cold. Odd I know.

Saturday (this is a long one)
8 am : Wittle birds singing in the bush, sun there...being hot for the hour. Eyes open, a tiny scurry to get my ass out of bed and get ready for the day. Now the plan was to try to catch the earliest boat across to the island. Hah! That of course didn't work and we realised...dammit well let's head for the 12 pm one. We made with a few minutes to spare so that was very good.
Got there, to find out that half the lime was missing. Hmm. Interesting. They'd gone back to mainland to get gear. The (superior) geek had brought the laptop - good thing too, else much of the fun would have been diminished I suppose.
There was chilling at the pool amid a series of interesting err races ..sheesh ok I'll stop at that one.
Shrimp. Don't ask. Stopping in progress.
Did I mention we were supposed to leave on the 6 pm boat? As if. We had pretty much decided in oh 2 seconds that we were going to stay but of course calling parents came a tad later. *ducks*
I got half plastered with a lovely (huge) plastic cup of gin and tonic. *glances at dry* Oh no I was not drunk just slightly uhm...what's the expression ... uhm unable to walk steadily and or function efficiently. That's it ...dammit. Dara no no table dance ... no eh!

Sunday
I finally got up steadily, the alcohol now worn off, watched Bridget Jones' Diary, which is now my signiture movie. The mosquitoes oh the mosquitoes! *slappity slap* (Stac! Woohoo Bridget rules!) That was followed by Osmosis Jones and sleep. I tossed and tuned on a dusty couch...ergh. Finally...capped out.
I woke up, saw sunrise littered clouds, slept a little more, check the time : 8:04. Trace and Rory planned to get home on the 8am boat. Riiiigghht.

Ignoring the other sourpusses, I got a nice morning swim at the beach (beautiful!!), and got lonely there all alone, while the rest of them watched some other movie, headed back up to the cabana, got breakfast and waited for someone to accompany me to the beach. Girl talk ensued. The boys came down a joined...wildness ensued.
Rain poured. Sun shone. Then the plan was for a boat ride to Scotland Bay. Hmm home was far far away in our minds by then. The babble was that another night was imminent. They couldn't let all that food go back home. Heck no. We couldn't stay though.

It cleared up enough for us to get to the bay and swim around a while.Rain came and we scurried like stupid little mice back in the boat - why? Coldness or something. There I stood getting drips falling on me, wrapped in my huge blue towel, feeling like a jumbo wet teddybear. Ugh. The sun shone after that episode, and we headed back. Lovely boat ride too, looking at flocks of seagulls (?) swooping downward all in a line, down toward the sea, and leveling off. That looked pretty damn awesome.
By the time we got back it was close to 4:30, so we organised ourselves and headed out. As the sun melted into the horizon (as far as we could see), we headed back to the mainland, bye bye little island of fun.

Groovy.
So today I basically spent in bed, capped the hell out. I was awoken by Avin who just had to use me to find out about something or the other. Good thing too, I got lunch and slept again. Mail. Hah. Too many I have to reply to, too many things to do.
Oh not to mention the "what the hell are you doing with your life" talk for about the 20 millionth time. Wonderful. You wonder why I needed to hide.

Today is Election Day
Shaun on MSN : How's elections coming along?
Me : errrr oooohhh elections..right...uhm I slept today
Woopsy.
Trace does not have an ID card

Life
So there is an enormous number of things to do, none of which has succeeded. I'm figuring I need a solid week straight of work, in order to play catch up. I'm a lazy bastard
with priorities in all the wrong places. I've bitched about it before, but I suppose it's getting ridiculous. A girl can't do what she wants in peace. Of course not, for there is life, and the world continues to revolve, and I'm getting older and wasting my early 20's more and more, while everyone is evolving and moving along, and I'm stuck. Big time.
I procrastinate oh dammit to hell.
Trace is guilteeeee.