Hi again, from my dock! (These pictures are from a couple days ago) So a lot like me in my last year of highschool, I don't remember the last time I did a blog homework. I end up rambling on about life regardless of my topic anyways 😂.

So seeing as I'm not big into sports, I'll pick two older topics from @rambo & @missy to go with.

"What's something you wished you had learned sooner."

Oh man, that following other people's opinions on your life pleases others, but it isn't going to make you happy personally.

If I did what everyone liked I'd have no taste in music or food, the spices of life.

I would have never, smoked, drank, tripped, rolled, or had any other universe opening experiences.

I would have fake boobs, and I'm not knockin' knockers, but I have grown to love my itty bitties.

I would have no tattoos.

I would live with my parents &I would be addicted to something because let's face it, I'm more fun that way.

You'd never see my chest, the bottom of my ass in shorts, I probably wouldn't show midriff.

I'd be a sorority sister driving her pink Range Rover! (yes this was actually someone's want for me)

I would never try dancing or love doing pole.

I wouldn't ever try and be a suicide girl or "be naked on the Internet".

I wouldn't speak up for myself or apply myself at things I thought men could beat me at.

The list goes on, I wouldn't be myself, most importantly. I've been in relationships and friendships where the people think you need to be a certain person for the relationship to work, and there's a big difference between changing behavior and changing yourself. Your going to lose people because of this, and that's why it hurts. But it hurts less to be yourself then it does to fit into a mold you aren't shaped to be.

"What are you afraid of."

I'm only doing this because I have been reminded recently that I am not always the fearless badass bitch that I like to think I am. Any other day of the year "I ain't afraid of nothin'!"

My biggest fear, the fear I never grew out of, and grew deeper into, is death. Not afterlife or spirits or anything of that sort, but actual death. A body without life. The void where there was once voice and laughter. Recently my Grandfather passed, he was relieved of his pain, but he is gone. And something I'll never understand is an open casket funeral, I can't do it. Why do you want me to look at a body? The person we know isn't there anymore. That is what death is to me, a body, your earthly home that you no longer reside in. I'm kind of getting panicey thinking about it. But I don't feel that way towards my grandfather or anyone else who has passed, just death itself.

My second fear, a fear that grows every day. Is fear for the planet. Between our oceans dying and our hatred for one another, there is so much bad energy it feels like we are going to combust! I'm so scared for our future, I hope we move closer to peace from hate before it's too late.

And my final fear comes with a story, poisonous/venomous things! What do you mean I'll die if I touch you? Why do you want to bite me and inject me with ANYTHING? That doesn't look THAT dangerous to eat! *gets the heebie jeebies* yuck! Okay so everything's beautiful and nice until it comes for me! This is another close call I had recently, LIKE TWO DAYS AGO! If you know me, you know I love animals. My boyfriend unknowingly killed a beautiful King snake last year and I was almost in tears yelling at him, he did nothing to him! (He wasn't used to seeing snakes longer then 3ft at this point.) But let me tell you, do not put my life & especially not my fur babies life in danger!

So while I'm wading around in the lake, this beautiful, venomous, motherfucker came swimming up full speed at me a couple feet under water, not today Satan. So luckily I had my hoop to make a bit of a barrier because by the time I saw him he was only feet away, giving me time to launch out of the lake like a beached whale onto my dock. It then swam in circles around my dock until it found where the dock connected to land, and coiled there staring at me. Realizing the pattern, and that if Gus was with me I'd either have a dead baby or a vet bill from hell, I figured I've got to somehow get this thing away from my land, my weapon? Either a hoop, or an empty planters pot, as I was trapped on the dock.

...Maybe I haven't put this in very good perspective for you, I'm 5'2", this snake is easily 5ft without exaggeration, IT KNOWS it's at least as big as me and it's mad at me for no reason. So I yell and stomp and wave around, & turns out that doesn't phase snakes. So I make a sweeping motion with my hoop, it jumps at my hoop as I'm turning to run the other way, the hoop somehow swats him into the water, and he swims away....THEN TURNS AROUND AND COMES BACK!! Now this mf'er is jumping around my dock, OBVIOUSLY TRYING TO COME EAT ME. At this point I panic and throw both the pot and the hoop at him, which finally makes him swim under the bank and away so I could grab my bong & run. Fucking terrifying.

So now I have to go down there decked in snake killing gear every day trying to kill this beast so my babies can swim again, which is frustrating enough cause it's already above 90 Fahrenheit here and we just want to swim. -sigh-

I hope you enjoyed my homework topics! I'll end on a good note, you guys have a present on the way in the next few weeks 😏 For now I hope you enjoy my pre-snake dock photos! 😂😘❤️