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I’m probably alone in saying I had a shit time. It’s not that I didn’t have fun - er, well, I didn’t. Not really, anyway. If I did, it doesn’t really stand out because it was mostly boring.

I didn’t take many pictures. All thirty of them are either HEB, the condo or the beach. There are no people. I’m not in any pictures taken by others. I think it’s best that we all pretend I was never there. But that won’t be so hard.

It’s no one’s fault that I felt so horrible the entire time. I just wasn’t really comfortable enough around anyone to assume they would want to hang out with me, so I didn’t really assert myself much.

If you haven’t caught on, I’m a very insecure person, and under the general impression that no one worth knowing really thinks I’m worthwhile. I figured: if anyone really wanted to spend some of their time with me, they’d approach me, or maybe phone me or invite me somewhere. I hate being the one to initiate socialization; it’s just how it is. Don’t take it personally.

I feel very alone, all the time.

On a brighter note, the end of junior year is tangible. It’s freaking me out. I wish I was an ostrich, and I could just bury my head under the sand and feel safe and secure. Or a turtle. That’s why turtles are my favourite animals.

Started: March 23 approx. noon
Ended: March 28 approx. 6:30 (Central DST)

The name of the cruise liner is Ecstasy. No illegal substances were consumed during the course of the week. By me, at least.

Monday, March 17
So Monday, around 34 people met at the Ivy School around 5:45 in the morning - mostly asleep. I had actually slept during the day on Sunday, and got up around 8:00 at night and just stayed up, so napping on the bus was pertinent. Needless to say, the six hour drive to Galveston was pretty quiet.

We got there around noon, and set up for the waitings. Waiting in line to board the ship was pretty stupid, too, but at least we only had to worry about our carry ons and not our luggage. Before we even got onto the ship the photographers were trying to make money right away - there was this big tropical-looking setup and a super Filipino guy would tell everyone to “stanonthelizzad!” (agh, you just need to hear how Raymond says it).

Entering this ship was just going into the Grand Atrium - it was pretty quiet at first, since it was relatively empty. The cleaning crew was still fixing up from the last batch of cruisers, but we found our cabin just fine. Of course, this greatly delayed luggage loading. Still, it was still pretty early (there was a lunch buffet on the ship) and the ship itself wasn’t scheduled to go until around 4:30.

So, Daniel, Frank and I explored the ship, even though most everything was closed. We were walking up towards the gym, and for some reason we stopped just before we actually reached the floor. The gym guy or whatever beckoned to us, “You guys don’t have to stop, you can come!” So we finished the walk and he said, “You’re allowed to come up here…except you, no muscles allowed. Ha, ha, just kidding.”

This gave birth to ceaseless taunting that equated Daniel to muscles. It also gave birth to Daniel’s man-fan club. More on this later.

The lifeboat drill was lame - I couldn’t hear or see anything. It wasn’t long after that that our luggage had arrived, so I quickly changed and went to dinner. By that time, the boat started moving - but it looked pretty gray and disgusting out the window, because that’s just how Texas waters roll. My assigned table was with may cabin (Ms. DuBois and Kaitlyn) and Mrs. Booth and co. There was pleasant small talk and chit chat - the dinner itself was great.

After dinner I just wandered around the boat by myself, taking a couple pictures…

The atrium on the first night, while the lights still astounded me.

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