And Then I Went Camping

It's Friday again, and I have been - excuseless and lazy - a terrible blogger for a very long time. I'm honestly trying to smarten up, now. On Fridays, I'll blog about life (I mean, I'll try), and on Mondays, I think I'm going to review Doctor Who. Yep. I think I'm going to go over all of Eleven's era before series seven starts, giving reviews of each episode, so I can be all ready to go when we finally get the airdate for "Asylum of the Daleks".
These are the things I say, but may or may not get done.

I'm exhausted right now. I just debated a stranger on the internet about feminism (which is not a smart thing to do, considering the only base I have for my beliefs on most subjects is my faith, and people don't get where I'm coming from) and it's left me tired and thirsting for something bigger, for a change in the air, for a revival of life in the world.

And to that end, I will describe the recent trip I took up to the bustling metropolis of Merritt, that town to the left of Nowhere that has one McDonald's and a Starbucks.

No, seriously.

'Cos I went with Tomorrowsong - you might know her from her blog, or from Tumblr. She and I had some great talks about Life, the Universe, and Everything. And it was a joy to get away from everything, even if I missed the airing of the new Doctor Who trailer. The air was hot and dry, mosquito bites abounded, and sand and stars and the moon like a searchlight over the water - fishing and swimming and tyres crunching on gravel - lukewarm breakfasts and mountain passes - it all just reordered my brain, a bit. It's honestly nice to be away from good things. The internet is like rich food - every once in a while you have to just drink some water and eat a hot dog and enjoy little things instead. So maybe I'll keep a tighter schedule on my derpy online activities.

So nothing profound for today, because I'm dead tired. That's just my little update on life. Thanks for tuning in, and for letting me give my little description bit. *salutes* I'll see you soon, God willing.

To the Beach

If you Google-search Whytecliff Park, Vancouver, you will find out that pictures are sometimes not worth a thousand words at all.
The only one I could find that came close to capturing the absolute, insane beauty of that place is here.
http://www.bvimages.ca/Fine-Art-Landscapes/Coastlines/200608BEV2509/772949703_KpUNH-L.jpg

But really. You have to stand on that island, climb the rocks on the shore, get lost in the little folds and hollows of the land, look down cliffs to find secluded beaches, stand on submerged rocks and feel the raw power of the ocean spray your skirt.
You have to be there. Smell the salt. Wonder how white, fine sand got in the crevasses of rocks so high up. Chew on grass. Sing. Watch the Loon that's perched on the buoy out to sea. Look for seals among the breakers.
Stand there and cry because it's so amazing. And because you can't keep it.
No really.
There were tears in my eyes.
More than once.

Look, I hate being outside, but one day, one day when I can drive, God willing, I will pack snacks and cucumber sandwiches. I will follow the wind-y roads to the secluded seashore with music blasting, singing at the top of my lungs. I will lean into the hollow of a rock, high up, the sea crashing far below, and I will write poetry and watch the birds and the scuba divers.

TRUE STORY.

The only bad thing about the place - and hey, it isn't bad, it's bittersweet, and sometimes bittersweetness is the best kind of good - is, well, it makes me feel like this.

It's so romantic. The sort of place that basically requires a special hand to hold.

But I'm only fifteen. I don't want a boyfriend. My fictional loves and I can go sit on the cliffs and I'll save the view for someone I'll spend the rest of my life with. Because it's worth it, that sky is worth it.

And that was the story of what I did a day or two ago.

Because I was bored.

Yes people.

These are the places my dad randomly takes me when I'm bored. Because we have nothing better to do.

Be jealous.

Be very jealous.