My First Time... for blogging at least

The gorgeous beach front house... Knocking on heaven's doorstep

Where I belong; watching the sunrise with dolphins frolicking in the distance while the waves crash gently on the creamy, soft-sanded shoreline.

So this is definitely a major league first. Blogging, ha. Wow, I actually started one after all the crap I have talked. Who even knows if I will keep up with it; I know exactly how I am, the type to start but never to finish. But what is there to actually talk about? Life, travel, love, sex? I guess I can do that basically a diary online with some sort of anonymity. So I guess we can start with who I am exactly and the beginning of my summer. I am a college student at the, uh well, let's just say its a freaking cold state and a relatively small university. I am home for the summer in the state shaped like a winter accessory; which I can argue to be one of the most horribly boring and uneventful places on this continent until you reach the tender age of 21. To add to my frustration I am at a loss for friends. I of course have a boyfriend and his friends, until they deem "man time", in which case I am given the boot. However, without them I am pretty damn lonely. It's safe to say that I miss college. If it weren't for back-stabbing girls, quarrel- starting guys, and petty drama from the high school era I would not have to start my life over from scratch. I know that should probably let go of the past and focus on the present, but to lose all friends, and basically entire past life, will make anyone a bit bitter. But now that I am home for the summer I work, watch tons of old movies, and hang by the local pool; exciting right? Expect for the one extraordinary vacation at the beginning of the summer. I was given the false hope that if  the first two weeks of my summer were this amazing the rest would just follow; how about a major hell no. I tagged along with my boyfriend and his family to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, and got to stay in a $7 million house on the ocean with three other families. Probably one of the most over-the-top, marvelous houses I have ever been in, let alone stayed, in my entire life. It was incredible to walk on the beach every morning and look for shells, swim in the surf all afternoon, and stuff myself to the brim with home-cooked meals every night. I got to spend every day with the love of my life, in paradise nonetheless. The only disappointment, there was someone in every part of that gigantic house and beach at all times. No fun and play with the parentals around. Besides that, and the headband/purse thief (that is another story in itself), everything was pretty amazing and exceeded my expectations. I had many highlights, too many to write down, but I can definitely tell you about the old man's, who was sitting contently on the shoreline watching all the festivities and everyone splashing in the tide. I was traveling out in the water with my boyfriend, traveling a little farther than usual. We made it to the sand bank about 100 feet off shore. My BF made it beyond the break and was floating with the current, but with my fear of the drop-off point (mostly attributed to Finding Nemo... just a joke, promise) I stayed behind at the sand bank. I instead searched for some sea glass or shells, essentially whatever was shiny and caught my eye as the waves rolled out. I was beyond focused and content with my hunt until I saw someone flailing in the waves, frantically running in my direction. By the time I realized who this lunatic actually was, he had already grabbed hold of my hand and was dragging me to shore. Apparently my BF had almost stepped on a stingray that was swimming in my direction, and since men are largely intrigued with the idea of saving their women, he began to drag me into shore. It would all have been good and I would have thanked him graciously on shore with a huge kiss and wooed at his saving abilities, however that was not the case. As I was being pulled in I was struggling to catch my footing and went head first into the crashing waves and could feel water rushing into every crevasse of my body, I was getting an enema in cracks that I never knew existed. When we slowed up a bit and he let go, I popped up from the water hurriedly. To my surprise, and the old man on the beach watching this transpire, I had popped up with no top on and half my bottoms. I was almost naked in front of the entire Outer Banks. I do not think I could duck into the water any faster and pull everything onto its proper place. After, I had to take the walk of shame back to shore and back to the house. The old man had a cheese-dick smile as I walked away towards the house. He sure got his entertainment for the afternoon, probably his life. The sad part, I never did get my shells out of the chaos.