Heaven Will Be Like This, But Without The Nausea.

August 1, 2011. 11:25pm

I just got back from a chocolate buffet.

Oh.

My.

God.

That should be illegal. Just two buffet tables full of cakes, pastries, tarts, CHOCOLATE SUSHI…

And fondue. I love me some fondue.

I had a plate, double stacked with little tarts and éclairs and pretty much life…

Mistake.

Elana and I were discussing the amount of calories that were on that table. Pretty much, more calories than I could ever consume in my life.

Holy cow am I full.

I can’t tell if that was the best or worst experience of my life. I’m seriously considering blowing chunks just so that I won’t feel like an obese, chocolate filled, pregnant manatee. Like, I can’t even think about chocolate right now. I’ll explode.

I.

Will.

Explode.

On a un-chocolate related note, tomorrow is our last day before we leave to go home. I’m sad that I won’t have 8,000 pounds of food at each meal every day, but I’m missing my boyfriend. I haven’t talked to him in almost a week. Great Caesar’s ghost, I miss my own bathroom and not this yellow tile with the texture of nastiness.

I’m gonna go into a food coma.

Postcards From A Planecrash

So, on August 6, Elana, her father, and I left for a 12 hour car ride to Hilton Head, SC. What joys.

First day, I got raped by jellyfish.

Anyway, by the end of the vacation, I was going to kill her dad. I just couldn’t handle him anymore.

But, the major thing I will always remember from this trip is the way home:

I had just woken up and was still a little groggy, so I was kind of just laying there half asleep.

Then Elana and her dad start geeking.

“She just flew out of the car!”

“Oh my God!”

I sit up just in time to see a blue Kia flip twice into the median.

Her dad pulls over to the side of the road, Elana is crying. I have no idea what just happened.

I just keep picturing someone flying out of the car.

And it’s making me sick. I almost threw up.

Watching the scene, the Kia is upright, there was only one person in the car.

And she’s standing there beside it.

As it turned out, she had a scratch on her head (And maybe a concussion) and a scratched arm.

For her car flipping five times, you can’t get much luckier.

I started crying after we drove away.

For anyone who hasn’t witnessed a car accident, it’s not like watching one in a movie, or on TV.

This isn’t a character in a movie.

This is a real person.

With a family.

And a life. 

That girl could have died.

 She didn’t plan on flipping her car.

 It just happened.

She could have died.

It got me thinking, you don’t know how much time you have left. You can’t predict what’s going to happen in the next hour. Or minute. Or second.

You really have to live life to the fullest. 

Goodbye, Pennsylvania...

So, I finally got around to packing.
It's 2:22 am.
We leave in 38 minutes.
/Ohshi-
I just thought you'd like to know.
I spent the whole day with Jake. We watched a Haunting in Connecticut.
LOLJK WE MADE OUT THE WHOLE TIME.
Tonight, Elana, Zach, Jake, and I got together one last time before Elana and I leave for a two week vacation.
I made nuggers. (actually, Elana made them for me. I just ate them. :3)
Then we went to the Giant to get a movie from Redbox. I took the nuggers with me. Elana was embarrassed.
Then we came home and sat on the car for 15 minutes.
We drove 25 minutes to Carlisle to get something for Elana, while I napped on the lap of Jacob.
Disney showtunes were played. Beauty and the Beast came on, Elana, Zach and I decided to sing along and reminisce on last years musical.
When we got home, we watched the Redbox movie for like 15 minutes, decided it was stupid, then watched Angry Beavers and Catdog until it was midnight, time for the boys to depart.
I cried like a little pansy all over Jake like he was going of to NAM or something, while he kept telling me "I'll be here when you get back, I promise" which just made things worse. After 1233472934 hugs and such, we stood outside and waved goodbye to them.
Zach played the music from Titanic.
Elana and I ran after the car.
We talked until 1:30, got on Facebook, and now here I am.
2:44.
Jesus.

The One You're Leavin' Now.

So, this is more a blog for the sake of posting a blog.

My day sucked.

I'm going to watch Big Bang Theory for 8 hours.

Bye.