The going-on's, a camping trip, and a slim look at the future.

2 days and counting.

Spring break is near, and I am overcome with excitement. It has been 4 months now since I've had some kind of break from the monotony, and finally it has come. But one thing I have to look forward to until then is the fact that it is 11:30 AM, and I have no school until 5:00 tomorrow evening.

Fleet Foxes is filling my ears as we speak along with the sound of the washing machine in the other room. I just went bought my harmonica holder for the show and have been bluesing it up ever since. There is three months left until I graduate, where is my life about to head?

My eyes have been glued to the west coast. I can see myself in a decent little apartment, working for some production company, taking strolls on the L.A. beaches in my free time, writing for some local column. Maybe even find a little artsy brunette to keep me company? Hey, it could be a possibility.

Aside from my dreams and aspirations, I have a few more months of this strange little life in the panhandle. As strange at is it, it has made me quite nostalgic and has boosted my music writing profusely. The only problem is, I cannot write a song that ISN'T about love and heartache. Have I gone country? I suppose I need to buy a gas-guzzling pick-up truck soon.

I suppose I haven't even blogged about my camping experience last weekend. Woah. I really need to get back on track with this.

April 4 & 5

Ahhh camping. The thought of me camping STILL makes me laugh (and apparently more people than just me). But besides all that, my friends and I ended up with a little free time on our hands so a trip was an order: St. Augustine, Mark, Dan, Liz, Rob, and myself.

Well, the weather was supposed to be ridiculous. The radar looked bloody and ridden with lighting bolts. But I am from the swamp for goodness sake. I swim in the same waters as gators and every breed of snake. A little rain won't do much to my hair; I don't brush it anyways. Some were concerned but finally gave in. It was like 3-4 o'clock when we finally decided to get a move on after finding an opening at Anastasia Campground. We loaded up Dan's creeper-pick-up-kids-using-candy van and headed out.

The clouds were graphite-like but didn't kill our spirits in the slightest. I was in the back with a little fan keeping me company along with a packet of bacon (such a random group of friends). We arrived a mere 2 hours later and seemed that we had taken the last camping spot. It still looked like it was going to hail/pour/lighting/anything, but we seemed to of had God on our side, for some strange reason.

The first thing we did is create a rain evacuation plan. Dan and friends created a roof for the table using a tarp in between trees held by bungees (freaking genius), and we made sure only the necessary items were out of the van. After everything was set up, we ventured off in search for food around the "oldest city in the country" (and firewood).

Apparently firewood is the HARDEST thing EVER to find. After calling pretty much the whole city, we randomly found firewood at a gas station close to the campsite. We found a Wal-Mart and stocked up on the essentials and brought them back to the site.

Burgers and hot dogs were the choices. We built a fire, because it was pretty dark by then. After some shenanigans and eatage, we went for a stroll on the beach. This is when drizzles started to usher in.

Yet, that's all they were. Nothing climaxed more than a few drops here and there. But it did get mighty chill after a while, so we headed back to comfort and fire. A few of us stayed up until 3-4 in the morning, only to sleep for 2 hours and wake to go fishing.

This place looked like fishing heaven: shallow cuts of water, a bit grassy, with shelled creatures on the sides (I still don't know what those were). Thigh deep in water, we casted, and caught nothing. But the sun rising over the beach gracing us ever so gently, beautiful reflections off of the water, were all enough to cover the pain of fishlessness.

By this time, we had realized that no such weather came across our mini-vacation. We were filthy, worn out, and home-bound. The ride home was miserable. Sleep attacked me from all ends, but I couldn't give in.

All in all, it was an incredible trip with a good group of friends. We created many inside jokes (beans, what?, other explicits). And better than everything else, great memories were made. Being my family is from St. Augustine, it was nice to see where a lot of my history happened. Hopefully soon I can return to this beautiful place.