TALK: The Green Mountain College Blog

On Saturday, me and a big group of folks ended up driving around aimlessly for a bit in my boyfriend's car (yes, he visited as well! woohoo!) It was great. Rolling hills, slate quarries, GRASS THAT WASN'T COVERED BY SNOW.

We finally decided to stop in this pretty big graveyard somewhere right over the New York border. It had a great view of the mountains in the distance, and all this green grass to lie down on... so we sun bathed. In a graveyard.

Well, we ended up getting into this conversation about this one gravestone we found because a) it had a firetruck on it, b) the flower pots were all wrapped up in trash bags and c) the wreath on it looked a little dismal. Among other things, we were curious as to why it was still all wrapped in plastic bags for the winter, and why the Christmas wreath was still on there. As we were discussing this, a car drove up... and the people inside were there to take care of that VERY gravestone!!! It was incredibly bizarre (not to mention awwwkward).

At first we felt really rude for lounging around on this guy's plot, but the people were extremely nice about it, and started talking about the man the gravestone belonged to. They said that he had really enjoyed the view from the hill, which was one of the reasons why they chose that spot, and that he really enjoyed just chilling there, just as we were doing. Basically, they told us that we had chosen the perfect spot as a hang out, because Malcolm A. Ward would have enjoyed our company. It was so weird... but kinda neat. I took a picture of his gravestone to remember it by. Maybe we'll visit him some time again (but with flowers this time!)

We then meandered our way up this mini-mountain that belongs to Amber's cousin (Amber being one of the very cool GMC chicks who came along with us for our aimless meanderings). We bravely made our way up the dirt back mountain roads (parts of which were washed out), in an attempt to get to the top, only to realize that it really was impossible to get to the top. The road just got scarier and scarier the farther we climbed. It was still fun, though, because there's this huge horse ranch on it, so we got to see a bunch of horses on the way up. We ended up stopping in front of this cliff face that had all these mini waterfalls on it, instead, and relaxed there for a bit. It was incredibly beautiful. Quite a nice place.

We then meandered our way back to GMC and down to the river. What with all the snow we had and all the rain and all the... everything... it's like one big puddle out there. I've never seen the river sooo high, or the paths down there so muddy. I had mud up to my knees by the time I got back. But it was totally worth it. I haven't been down by the river in such a long time!

Though it took a bit to find a dry place, Ev and I finally found some old reeds to sit down on. We ended up chit-chatting for a couple hours, just being lazy and enjoying the sunlight. It was quite relaxing. I've been having a bit of a hard time focusing on my homework as of late, but I think it was because I just needed to take a couple days off to enjoy the sun rather than continue to work myself to death in my room. The entire weekend totally rejuvenated me--I've been getting a lot of work done ever since. (So that's a bit of advice: when you're starting to get antsy... take a break. You'll get more done in the long run...)

Of course, Ev being the photographer, many pictures were taken while we talked... some of them are good... some of them are just plain goofy. It's really hard to keep a straight face when someone is intent on "capturing the sun glinting in your eyes" and keeps on mocking you/making fun of you when you are sitting straight (I have a bad habit of slumping. SO WHAT! Give me a break!)

So here's one of the first tries...

Now, keep in mind that he told me to be "serious" like five seconds before he snapped the picture. Note my level of seriousness.

And I was totally serious in this one. For real.

But then he got his stupid pictures.

Ev also has the tendency of taking really off the wall pictures of himself. Whenever I let him borrow the camera, I get it back with really weird pictures. Like really weird. Here's one of the more normal ones.

I actually kind of like it... even if you can only see half his face...

And then we came back to campus and hung out with a majority of the crew we had been hanging out with all day.

And we watched the sunset, which was GORGEOUS, per usual.

Is it just me, or does it look like somebody painted that? Seriously.

Sunday was much the same: lazy and wonderful. I woke up REALLY late (I haven't had that much sleep in... years, it feels like), and then cooked a big breakfast/lunch/dinner with Ev that consisted of quite yummy and way-too-filling food. We then went for a bit of a walk, and just sort of soaked in a little bit more sun, before I took a nap (I might be getting sick? I'm not sure why I need so much sleep lately), and Ev played video games with the boys. Then he was off, and I was up and doing that last minute homework that college students are notorious for (hey, we're not perfect you know) and that was the close to the weekend.

Yesterday was difficult for sure. With such beautiful weather, it's really hard to lock yourself inside and finish that paper. But I managed, once the sun went down. That's the plan for the week. I figure if I get it done now, I can take another weekend off later. :)

Well, cheers, then. Hope all is going well. Oh, and I was corrected by 'brent's dad' (aka Mr.Duchesneau) that he was the one who told me that this past spring was the earliest we'll ever see it in our life times. Yay for random facts.