So break started. I got decent grades in my classes...except for that C in math but oh well. My break started pretty uneventful. I was home for two days cleaning and packing for Hawaii. We left on Friday night.
Hawaii is such a different place from everywhere else. It never gets colder than 60 and it never gets hotter than 95, and that's year round. It really is paradise, I hate being hot but I had an awesome time in Hawaii. The first day we checked into the hotel and walked around a little bit. Our hotel room was nice except I had to sleep with Molly, which results in her wrapping her legs around me or pushing her face against my cheek and drooling all throughout the night. It also means no blankets and little room for me.
The beaches were of course amazing. We went to Wakiki mostly because it was right outside our hotel but we also went to the North shore and Hanauma Bay. There is reef EVERYWHERE so it really hurts your feet. Or your body when your surfing. I personally ran right into a rock with my knee and was bleeding bloody mary and had a black knee, but I pulled through. Molly and Maddie were all into the instructor (more of a joke.) His name was RB (short for Robert) but Molly kept forgetting so she just threw out random letters when she needed him. When she eventually got to "BJ" he made an awkward noise varying from "uhhhhh...." and looked the other way pretending he didn't hear her. She said that he asked her to come to another lesson, only to learn that he said that to everyone. We went to the North shore to see the 30 foot waves and snorkeled at Hanauma Bay.
One day we went out on a boat with the Hentschels and the Takakis to snorkel and see dolphins and whales. Of course, we didn't and my dad was totally pissed, especially after some dumbass told him about how they saw one at the beach earlier in the day. It was a good trip though, the waves were huge. At one point my mom was trying to sit into her seat and was trying to salamander across the front of the boat...very funny.
We went to Pearl Harbor and as much as I understand how important it is, I don't see why they let people take pictures. For one they could make a shitload more money if you could only buy pictures and postcards. And I dunno, it just kinda creeps me out that people feel a need to take pictures of a place where thousands of people died. Maybe I'm being a little ridiculous but when I went there I really felt like it was really just a place to reflect and you can't really do that if your taking a picture. I just think it would be more peaceful for everyone. It's busy ALL the time. We got there at like 6:45 and by 7 the line was curling around the block. It's the number one tourist location in Hawaii, which is ridiculous because Hawaii is like tourist city. It's run by the park board but there are people from the Navy everywhere so it's packed 24/7. I'm not sure what I felt like there, I honestly tried to imagine the entire place in flames and destruction. It's not that I couldn't, it's just I can't imagine what it felt like and so it was hard for me to really place my feelings there I guess. There was only one time when my grandpa told me about the war and that was when I was twelve and was reading The Greatest Generation for Jay Scoggins and had to do other research on the war. The only thing I remember asking him was why he went to war and his response was "there were people doing bad things to other people and they needed to be stopped." Going there really just made me miss him more. He wasn't there, but he was a part of D-Day, lying on the beach with bomb shards in his stomach.
Christmas didn't feel like Christmas whatsoever. I was the only one who wrapped my presents and I was the only one who got all my presents before I got there.
New Years was fun. We all got dressed up and went out. It was way better than last year, but then again if I had stayed at home all night it would have automatically been better than last year.
Turn me inside out and upside down, and try to see things my way.
Turn a new page, tear the old one out, and I try to see things your way.
I can tell that I'm falling for you because I dream that we sleep together at night.
