I'm justa swimming around

So during the orientation program, we lucky study abroad children, were taken to the Great Barrier Reef for some sun, fish and salt water intakes til your throat hurt. And I mean it. Salt water fucking kills when you swallow too much. Yeah we aren't supposed to swallow it, but trying to snorkel in the midst of water ripples higher than the snorkel and yelling "TWO" into it, to punch out the water, while attempting to take pictures of fish and the reef and stay afloat, does not work for me. I mean, here I am underwater yelling "TWO" every couple seconds and trying to snap photos. 

So using this snap picture, choke on water, try to float method, I spent about 40 minutes seeing the same few stretches of coral. While yelling muted at all the fish in the ocean to clear my snorkel. Luckily enough, some photos did turn out nicely though. 

So after snorkeling for a while, it was mine turn to group up and go scuda diving. I was so excited for this. I had talked to some of the guys that had gone before and they had loved it so much and were raving about it. 

So they line us up at the edge of the boat to get out tanks and things for diving. We have to wait while they refill the tanks since they had just been used for the last group. You have to strap it on with a vest and a bunch of buckles. I'm sitting on this bench all excited when they tell us to stand up to go jump off the boat. Now here's the thing about the tank and strappings. They are seriously heavy. I made it about 4 inches off the bench and slammed back down. This thing was so freaking heavy, I thought I was gonna just sink to the bottom of the ocean with it. I managed to heft it slowly to the edge of the boat to jump in. The weight difference when in the water is seriously amazing! It just rests so easily on your back with no concern in the world. 

The Scuba Diving was amazing and breath taking, but unfortunately for me, when I was a child I would always get swimmers ear and ear infections from water. With this, the entire time I was under the ocean trying to look at the beautiful world, my ear wouldn't pop and it hurt like hell. Also I sucked at having my head at the right angle so water kept getting into my goggles. I also kept sinking towards the ground, because they put too many weights on me. I kicked some coral in the face a few times, and the instructor had to keep yanking me up off the ground. 

I finally made it back safe to the boat and climbing out was hell and hard to do. I was tired and the tank was heavy yet again. I managed to drag myself up and out, but I didn't go back in the water at that location again. 

Sinful Pleasure

So growing up, when it came to fast food burger place, my family always chose Wendy's. My parents both worked there and that was the majority of the rational. We rarely did McDonald's, and by time I entered high school, I never had McDonald's. This clashed greatly with my best friend, Michelle, who refused to have Wendy's and always wanted McDonald's.

So then I start college and the town i go in, has a bus that takes you straight to Mcdonalds and nothing that will take you near Wendys. I don't have any modes of transportation besides my razor scooter and that takes me about 40 minutes to scooter to Wendys.

I fought Mcdonalds but then in my second year I started work at IT Services. One of my night shifts, one co-worker would bring in food for people and she started bringing in Mcdonalds. This was the beginning of a curse for me. Every week turned into multiple times a week. I couldn't stop eating Mcdonalds. The stuff's like crack.

I traveled to Australia in second semester and bam, Mcdonalds there too. It tasted better with fresher ingredients.

I traveled to England in summer. mcdonalds there. Tasted worse. But I still ate it. I was forced to slow down my intake because it was so far away and expensive.

When I came home I spent time around a friend that refuses to eat there. this kept me cold turkey and away.

I'm finally doing better now, over a year later. I still get cravings sometimes, but my friend;s influence has weened me off the stuff. If I want a burger there's a Mom and Pop shop with such better burgers.

But I am also back on campus. With that closer Mcdonalds, lurking up the road, waiting for me with it 24 hour dinning hall. Waiting to suck me back down again.