so...

I currently have a black eye. It looks disgusting. My left eye/cheekbone is swollen and has sort of a purple-ish tint. A boy at castles was surfing with out a leash when he evidently needed one and he fell ( hey it happens- let me tell you) but his leash-less board came speeding towards my face a got me right below the eye.

ouch

By far the most challenging part of all of this is that now i cant wink at boys and its really throwing my game off. My friend told me to blow kisses instead. Ill have to give that a try and report my results.

It's all good though. Im no stranger to injuries and this particular one just makes me look really tough/awesome. well maybe not awesome, but tough for sure. i think. either super tough or abused. hmm at least nothings broken this time. see always a sliver lining.

Cockadoodle-POO!!

I love Hawaii

I love so many things about it.

If I were to make a pro and con list the list would be ridiculously disproportionate

(Ten Million Pros Vs. A handful of cons)

Cons like huge cockroaches everywhere or stores/businesses arbitrarily being closed when you go there because its "aloha friday" and that means people don't want to work [shocker].These are things that I have been absolutely amenable to dealing with and just accepting and often loving because that is island life. I dont get mad when my chips go all soggy after being open for 10 minutes because of the humidity, I find the silver lining which is that you know now i wont accidentally hurt my mouth on a jagged chip corner.

BUT THERE IS ONE THING I AM STRUGGLING TO ACCEPT.

Roosters.

and all their stupid cockadoodle-dooing

it's ridiculous.

It's been 17 months of living here and I still hate the Roosters.

Maybe one day when Im an old lady in some weird nostalgic way I'll miss that shrill raucous sound. But for right now I really do hate it.

THEY are the reason I am up at 2:35 am BLOGGING!!

THEY start with that unrelenting noise before its even close to dawn.

Honestly I think the biological clock is all wacked out with these hawaiian chickens. Because they start right out side my window at about 2:00 am and just keep at it all night.

I HATE Roosters.

This really is the ramblings of a bitter bear. I really should focus on the fact that at this moment In between each rooster-schreech I can hear the palm trees and the ocean. I am so lucky and so blessed.

But seriously I'm like one more night away from getting a paintball gun and doing work on these chickens. I'm just saying....

Now I am going to put in some headphones and head back to dreamland

xoxo

Lyss