.swimsuit fetish.

Apart from my slurpee OCD and chronic fear of feet I also have a rediculous swim suit fetish. Behold.

Ever since I moved into a bedroom upstairs I've had the luxury of two swim suit drawers. Which means easy access to swim suits no matter where I go [which is useful since I am often too lazy to walk upstairs to get a change of clothes].

I have been very, very good this summer only purchasing two swim suits that were not even surfing swim suits! But now I'm getting swim suit antsy. It's a few more months till PacSun puts their suits on sale so I've been forced to resort to online window shopping. Sigh. If only the price of swim suits weren't so expensive ...

I want, want, want!

Of course I don't look quite like that ...

Mari and I have often discussed what characterizes a good surfing suit. Namely, non moveable cups, adjustable strings [thin strings make for easy car-key tying]. Work out suits are good to help to get rid of pesky halter tan lines and are also useful in larger surf [obviously, since bikini tops tend to shift giving everyone else in h2o an excellent view]. Black suits are a must. Girls who wear matchy-matchy suits to the beach are silly [or white].

In a perfect world I'd be sponsored and given millions of free suits. What heaven.

For My Everything Buddy

Per my everything buddy's request -- and since she claims that this is one of the few mediums which she uses to keep up-to-date on my life and ascertain that I'm still alive -- I have decided to post an update.

That, and I really want to share fun, disgusting, gross photos of my surf injuries. :)


How cool is that right? This is what happens when you go surfing on the North Shore and your friend leaves you by yourself and you make bad decisions, like deciding to duck dive under a shortboarder who skegs you on the head and on your thigh (leaving a really big bruise and a two inch gaping wound in your head). I thought it was just a bruise until one of the guys told me that I was bleeding. Fortunately South Shore has been REALLY small the last few weeks which meant that everyone from Concessions was out there surfing and lots of people paid attention and took care of me and made sure that I didn't die even though G. wasn't around and quite frankly was very mean and unconcerned about the gushing blood and pain that I was in and proceeded to take his time coming in, pee in the h2o, and drive me from the country into town to Straub's (that and I didn't want to die in a Waipahu hospital).

13 stitches and lots of tylenol later I just have a really bad headache and a heightened fear of people taking off in front of me (please don't do that near me).

This is actually a story better told in person, or as G. goes around saying "Crystal has a puka in her head."

In other news, I am mourning the glorious heyday of UH football. I presume that I will quickly have to return to screaming at the tv as we lose game, after game, after game, and have our games pulled from tv since our team is losing by an excessive spread. At least I have Colty's jersey as a reminder of what once was, and could have been if Herman Frasier @#$(*% up the dream's of an entire state.

.almost kissing.

Congratulations to my beloved Gay Bob (aka Bobalicious) on his impending marriage-hood come tomorrow.

On Friday he was out celebrating his last remaining days of freedom and must have been in remarkably good spirits, allowing me to play with his 7'10 egg. I heart that board but rarely get to switch with him because he never wants to play with my itty bitty 5'10. Anyway, I took off on a wave and had a hard time turning the board (could have been that extra two feet) and thought that I almost killed Greg.

So I paddle over to Jess.

Me: Jess, I almost killed Greg.
Jess: You almost kissed Greg?
Me: NO! ... How do you 'almost kiss' someone?

Please note, Jess = Greg's girlfriend.

Anyway, it was quite funny and I was told that I mumble (which I don't think I do ... because Jess also misheard something again today, so maybe it's just her hearing?)

Oh, and Trisha is back in the h2o after her multiple month recovery. Which means more girls in the h2o for the longboarders to aim at.

.whale watching.

Yesterday, in the midst of freezing to death in gale-force winds and icy cold water I spotted a whale spouting. :) It was huuuuuuuuuuuuge - it's flipper was the same height as the sail boat which it was swimming quite close to (I told Errol he should swim over and make friends with it). I named my new whale friend Flipper.

Even though there were supposedly waves this morning I dug out and returned home to sleep. I'm not used to winter surf. Maybe tomorrow though.

Remind me to share the story of the time I locked my keys in the car (because I took out the wrong key - I had the car not the truck) and Warren and Brad broke in with a screwdriver and a hanger, Gavin had to lend me a towel and everyone came over to watch the festivities. All very entertaining.

.animal killer.

I just ran over a mongoose. :(


In my defense, I couldn't avoid it and thought that I'd made it clear until I felt a bump underneath my back tire and saw a limp, unmoving, furry body left in my wake (which the car in back of me had to swerve to avoid). The poor goosey managed to avoid the car in the front of me only to get confused and scurry to it's demise beneath my truck. I'm sad. At least there was no blood on my tires though.

.sharkies.

This morning I dragged my warm and toasty behind (I spent the night sleeping cozily beneath TWO comforters ... one an extra thick one that I used back in California) up and out of bed at 6 a.m. down to the beach. G. spent much of the morning convincing me to surf, but after listening to Brad and Doug's story of the 6 foot shark they spotted (and which brought them all, hastily paddling in) I was content to keep all of my appendages safely on land. FINALLY (at 7:30) I was convinced to grab my board and paddle out when Eddie (Pang) calls G. over to tell him that he spotted four, 10-foot sharks feeding out in front of Concessions. Lovely.

So there was no surfing this morning. Again.


At least there is football.

Only two sessions in 10 days ... boo.