I just edited four unsavoury words from that sentence.
Every night! I love sleep. Everyone knows that. I’d probably have more friends if I weren’t such a sloth, but slothfulness is next to not-having-to-bother-with-anything-at-all-ever-ness. You can’t beat that.
Yesterday was Neptune Day, a celebration which is supposed to take place on the day your vessel passes the equator {that sounded like innuendo} to honour King Neptune lest he smite thee verily, but…we didn’t do it that way for whatever reason.
Anyway, the festivities of Neptune Day are as such:
You shave your head.
You get fish guts poured all over you.
You kiss a fish.
You kiss the ring of “King Neptune,” who, by the way, has a British accent quite similar to that of Capt. Jeremy, who for some reaso, didn’t show up.
You become a shellback, instead of a lowly pollywog.
Well guess who’s a pollywog for life. That ish is crazy! Gut splashing and kissing some big ol’ fish that (A) has been sitting out, waiting to be smooched in 80˚ weather all morning, and (B) has clearly gotten around by the end of the ceremony? White people are crazy.
I had to go to the clinic today because my eyes have become bright red and teary. They don't hurt or itch so much as they're incredibly sensitive to light. Dr. Matt gave me some ointment to use every six hours or so and gave me a mini lecture on how echinacea is ineffective and vitamin E has "been shown to cause death" upon taking a look at the list of medicines and supplements I cited in the beginning of the voyage.
Made some pals/strengthened some bonds on the ship today. I've noticed myself becoming at least a little less chronically introverted.... a little less...
Let me mention some people, starting with my list of favourite males... all two of them.
Ryan, the sweetest person on this ship. He's beyond pleasant. I have nothing but good things to say about Ryan. He's this beautiful and intelligent creature who is full of creativity and positivity. He's the type of person I don't feel feigns the desire to look at the bright side; he actually sees a reason to.
There's this wonderful person on the ship named Kevin. He's quite possibly the most feminist-flavoured person I've ever encountered in person, and listening to him speak is relieving rather than infuriating. It's nice to listen to him speak and know that I'm either going to laugh or smile, rather than shake my head or get a migraine.
Oh! And Drew, an RD. I love that cat. I've felt nothing but positivity from him since the moment we became acquainted. Also, he's the leader of about 358008 diversity and social cause groups here on the ship. He's got a huge heart.
So that's three.
On to females, all of whom I cannot name right now (well I can... I just..... I'm too lazy right now). I'm sure I'll be mentioning these individuals often later on because I see them so often, so their descriptions shall be short.
Hanan was someone I became fast friends with. She has a lot of passion for social issues and is quite the aware individual. It's lovely to see that mix.
Alex is beautiful. She has a calm, strong soul. She and I have bonded some bit over the last couple of weeks over the issues I had mentioned about the shipboard community and programme problems in my earlier entries. Actually, we all had.
Lydia is the Daria to my Jane. This works out very, very well. She's got a dark sense of humour but this adorable giggle. She's also one of the most well-spoken people on this ship. Was that even proper grammar? Whoa to the irony.
Anna! Probably the most hilarious of the bunch. She's the type of character I really wish Jesse or someone could have also met. She's sharp, intuitive, and ffffflippin hilarious when she bursts into improvisational protest poetry.
Dia, the registrar, has one of the strongest personalities on the ship. There's lots more to come about Dia (and her magical fro), I'm sure.
No more. I'm tired.
Also, it turns out I did pretty well on my exam, for what I was anticipating. I got a B. What a pleasant surprise.
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did you shave your head??
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