My Life without Bianca.

I am in Georgia now, in a ridiculously nice house that my frisbee team rented on Jekyll Island. It's a weird place to be mostly because the island which were on reminds me of a giant sand dune with trees and lots of old people, and also because the island used to be a cotton plantation, slaves and all. They've built hotels everywhere and strangely designed complexes with grocery and convenience stores looking like strip malls. The sun burns it's soooo hot. Very good spring break weather. We're the pranksters and we're all having a merry time. Playing frisbee again feels great. It's my great athletic reawakening.

B team boys are staying at a camp site a little bit away from the ridiculously nice house. It takes 3 minutes to drive, 45 minutes to walk and about 1 30 hours to cruise. Cruisin' is a new lifestyle that I was explained to me yesterday. Life is just crusin'. Cruse life, that's a doctrine. It is hard to explain. Yesterday, I also learned that numbers were originally derived from the number of angles that compose them. Think about 1, the european way of making a one it looks like a droopy 7. One angle. Think about 8, but more boxy, eight angles. 4 is easy, a triangle and a line. Am I boring you? Sorry.

I haven't worked on my southern drawl yet, but I hear a lot of it. The B team boys went to a Goodwill last Sunday to pick up some "flair" to play Ultimate in, where we basically raided the womens section; the southerns gave us plenty of estranged looks and comments, in their drawl. I considered faking an accent, to fit in, but I didn't and let the lady at the counter comment southern-ly on every piece of women's clothing I bought. "mmhmm this one is nice, but I can't explain when you'd wear theeis." I had a slightly creepier experience the night before in Virginia. We decided to drive through the night from Middlebury to Georiga and made few stops along the way. At the rest stop in Virginia, I was walking out of the car toward the gas station, when a man in a carhart jacket trudges out of the woods carrying a jug. He comes up to be and says, in southern drawl, "She's dead!...She's dead!," walks inside, fills the jug and then head back in the woods. That scared me, a lot, so we left. We considered possible explanations. One: he killed her in the woods. Two: but why did he need water? maybe she was thirsty? Three: his car died. I don't know what to think.

At 4 in the morning we stopped to stretch on Lynches River Road. We parked at an empty gas station and closed motel. The crickets were chirping and the stars out. At the end of the road, there was nothing but darkness. The eerie south.

My car arrived at 7 in the morning at the fields in Georgia Southern University. People we just waking up and we fell asleep. Things that I really wanted to do there:

-NOT take a shower.
-Eat at Popeyees chicken.
-Practice my drawl.

Things I did there:

-Watched the A team boys and girls play their way through southerns, GLORIOUSLY.
-Tan
-Cuddled
-Ate nothing, but bagels and pasta.
-NOT take a shower.

Oh yeah.

What I said to Hannah day on Saturday: "Hannah, I find my self hanging out with febs all the time and I like it a lot." what withdrawal this is! I miss my febs, I miss BIANCA!

More to blogging come? Maybe. In summary, I miss my other half and am having good times. Good giggly, hilarious, crying my eyes out laughing times. Not much more to say.

Love,
Carson