reflections (part 1)

oh boy... i get all giddy just thinking about writing this post. i mean, the title is just perfect, especially since it isn't at all what you think at first, although i am sure that whatever you think it is will come to play.
lets just say, i like it when there are multiple meanings in one word... especially when one of the meanings is one you wouldn't normally think of.

today was senior trip and at 6:45 this morning, we found ourselves in a line with our bags infront of us on the ground and a drug dog wiping it's wet nose all over our bags, eager to find the drugs (and we're the ones with the drug problem? someone should help the dog!). anyway, i was excited since i had never been to catalina before and have heard that it's a neat place.
after a sleepy busride, we made it to the docks in long beach and were quickly boarding this really cool boat, however, my opinion would quickly change.

after the boat made it out of the harbor and made it's way to full speed, things got a little... well... not so good. sitting in my seat inside the boat started to make me a little dizzy and a bit of sickness came on... so i quickly made my way to the cold fresh air to see if that could help... took a little nap on the deck with wind blowing full on, however i woke up... and the first placed i looked to is the side of the boat, however being on a second level deck, you can't just "release the sickness" over the edge and onto the people below, no matter how sick you are. so i decided to run down to the bathroom.

the bathroom.
this part may get a bit gross, however, sometimes it's the true grossness that just makes you laugh at what you've been through...
tiny, i tell you... and the toilet even tinier. tiny toilet means tiny target. tiny target with a not-so-controlable-aiming projectile means you've gotta get close.

um, ya. gross.

and for a few moments (VERY short moments, i didn't just stand there, taking my time) i kind of just stared at my reflection in the water of the shiny tiny toilet i was about to "release my sickness" in to.
and sadly, this is what went through my mind. and it's gross, but don't judge me, please :)
"my face is by where people put their butts."
i know, profound, isn't it... my face and people's butts.
i don't know if it was the reality of that thought or if it was the sea sickness just taking it's toll, but it all came out after that, and my reflection was gone.
i quickly flushed and it (my reflection, that is) was back again.

strange things go through your mind as you "release sickness" into a shiny tiny toilet...
of course, the majority of it is something to the effect of "I HATE THE OCEAN!" or, "GROSS!" , however, every once in a while there is a feeble, "well, hey, what's life without moments like this?" and then back to "I HATE THE OCEAN!"

but really.
i can't really get angry at the ocean, and you can't get angry at life for "happening."
time passes, and each moment is filled with something... whether it's something or nothing, the moment is filled (trust me on this one :) however, moments pass, and whatever is in that moment passes as well.

so as this came to mind as i hovered over the shiny tiny toilet, i realized, hey, i'm here now aren't i, i might as well get the rest of it out. the moment has to pass, i might as well spend it with my new friend Mr. Shiny Tiny Toilet.

i just re-read the last two paragraphs... absolutely no connection... but you know what, i don't really care, maybe if i leave 'em someone can get something out of it.

part 2 of reflections comes tomorrow, and i promise no more "releasing of sickness", but instead FUN pictures and tales of floating volleyballs and back-to-back hole-in-ones.

chow ciao