Sleeping in Boats

Earlier today, I was sailing and I was wondering why my shorts felt so heavy. I also falied to notice that I was soaking wet, and that my shorts, which were made of towel material, were incredibly absorbant and took in almost all the water there was. Any of you that saw me out there, luffing right into the wind, pulling and staring at the mytery of the watery shorts… that was me.

Speaking of sailing, I was at a regatta the other day. I got eighth out of fifty, which you would probably say was great, but there was only one race because of the dramatic circumstances. There were over one hundred farhenheit of heat, and no wind at all. Most people were just sleeping in their boats. It isn’t such an achievement in those kinds of cases, unfortunately.

Now, speaking of sleeping in boats, and since I’m full of these useless stories, I have to simply ‘excite’ you with another one. We were team racing the day before yesterday, and I got paired up with Em, who never even tries to sail. I probably spent more time in the no-go zone, waiting for her to catch up, than I ever did actually sailing.

Anyways, I had her in my cover zone after about five minutes of waiting for her, and  I was just leaning out of my boat looking at all the moon jellies, when I heard this soft, sweet snoring coming from behind me. Believe me- in days like this one, it is quite a rare sight to see somebody, regardless if it’s Em or not, sleeping peacefully away in their boat. No wonder she was moving so slowly. She had completely lost control over her boat when she fell asleep.

It was actually almost a scare to see her doing that, but now it’s basically everybody’s favorite campfire story for laughs.

Yours truly,]

Sophie

My “Art” in Mini

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By the way: I adore these sandals. It was a jillion years ago, so I miss them- but they were so comfy and colorful!

By the way: I adore these sandals. It was a jillion years ago, so I miss them- but they were so comfy and colorful!

A wild horse in Puerto Rico. It was amazing I was able to get so close!

A wild horse in Puerto Rico. It was amazing I was able to get so close!

Another wild horse from Puerto Rico, whom I nicknamed Apple. She let herself be petted!

Another wild horse from Puerto Rico, whom I nicknamed Apple. She let herself be petted!

By the way: I labeled most of my pictures with my mark, but some of them I forgot to. Please realize that all these pics were mine, only!

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Okay: now I can get to the wording (phew!). Happy Friday, first of all: there’s usually nothing better than knowing that you have a whole weekend ahead of you. The other day, I had to give a presentation on the nervous system, and I slipped up by saying, “…If you’re unlike me, you probably try to catch the ball…” So that sentence was true, but I didn’t exactly want everybody to know that I have this paranoid fear of balls ever since I saw a friend get hit (she got a concussion). Well, anyways, that got the laughs of the day, but I guess I can’t really do anything about it, can I?

The pictures above were all created by me. I decided to try and create a mini art show as today’s post, since the last post (The Memory Game) was kind of gloomy, and I wanted to create something cheerful. I hoped you liked them!

xx,
Sophie

P.S. The last pic was my dog, Caline: somebody that I you probably know too well by now!

If I Could. +Lines.

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Hi guys! Hope you had a good Sunday so far, since I sure had a pretty petty day…

It started when I went to the city, in the stupidly scorching hot sun, to see the MoMA Rain Room exhibit. It’s supposed to be a room in which it rains- however, wherever you walk, it doesn’t rain. That’s a neat and really cool part of all this, but I don’t want to spoil it for you. Anyways, my mom was told that we could practically just walk right into the building and avoid the line if we came early in the morning to see the rain room…

…which was a big mistake. We got through the check-in quick enough, that was for sure, but then there was another line. That was kind of the standing ovation of the day, except I wasn’t exactly in the cheering part of the crowd. As it turned out, the line was only three to four hours long, and we would have to wait in an open, super hot, bench-less area. Ugh. My mom kinda popped at that, and for the rest of the taxi ride to the restaurant, I had to listen to the agonies of my poor, unfortunate mother (though good luck surviving at that). But then again, I shouldn’t complain about her complaints, since I was also screaming curses at the line. Only difference was, I kept it to myself.

If we ever do get to battle the line, and get to the rain room, I’ll share it all with you here, along with pictures. Though I don’t know if that’s gonna happen, since my mom spent a straight minute or so talking about how Americans had too much patience- they could stand in a line for hours and hours, somehow without erupting. Problem was that I kind of agreed with her (sorry, my dear old country!).

The time that I did actually last in the line, I made up a bunch pf things that would be wonderful if I could turn into them: a bird, a polar bear, a tree (I’m sorry- did I hear something?) and a garden post (at least they usually get to stand in the shade).

Maybe I would also not mind to become an ice cube.

Yours,

Sophie

ImageAhhh… the good old dreams of being in a certain place. Otherwise known as the beach by ordinary people.

P.S. All the pictures are by me.

P.P.S. In the sidebar: my follow buttons and profile pic are annoyingly not showing.