What Time Is It?! Summertime! (The Only Season Saipan Has)

        Saipan's weather is... well, there are really only two seasons on this island: dry and wet. Basically, less than a month out of the year, Saipan's weather is rainy, the rest of the year is hot, dry, and humid. Three words I do NOT want to hear. My house is concrete, so the already scarce wind that flows past my house doesn't cool it... at ALL. Lately the heat has been so unbearable that my mom has resorted to keeping the sprinklers on for extended periods of time, in hopes that it'll make things a LITTLE bit cooler. I'm kind of the spoiled one; I stay in my air-conditioned room all the time while my mom and uncle suffer outside. It's not that I'm keeping them out on purpose, no. I actually welcome them into my room occasionally. They just know the kind of person I am. I'm usually the person who needs her alone time. But ANYWAY, although the heat and humidity is enough to send me into a state of disillusion, it's the only kind of weather I truly know of. Summer.

        Yay for the summers of Saipan... the endless summers of Saipan. Living on this island for a while just makes you sick of its weather. It's hot ALL the time. It's humid ALL the time. It's dry ALL the time (besides the little bit of heavenly rain we get once in a while). But when I start thinking of my college future, which will be in Ohio, I start to remember the beaches of this island. Even though it's hot, the beaches will always cool you down. A BBQ near the water in the shade always makes everyone happy. A little company here and there, a LOT of food everywhere. It's nice just to sit back and enjoy the warmth. The best time for me on this island is when it's a windy day. Of course, the weather is still hot and sunny, it's just that there's an addition. A lovely addition.

        Imagine just laying in a hammock tied between two trees near the sea. Sea birds warbling away, the sound of the ocean against the shore, the fresh, cool breeze that sifts through the opening linens of the hammock onto your skin. The peaceful serenity of your eyes closing as you fall into a light sleep. Yes, that's what you call perfect.

        Saipan's weather isn't perfect unless you make it perfect. And luckily for me, I've already figured that part out.

Prance

PRANCE. WELL, WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT PRANCE?!

To me, it was pretty stressful. I had to deal with the shipment of the wrong dress, worrying about the seamstress not making my dress on time, decorations, and the music.

UGH, if anything, I didn't really enjoy this year's Prance. I was in charge of the music, and I think that was sort of a disaster in my eyes. There were a couple songs that came on that I found to be a mistake to put on the list in the first place; one in particular: Dance (A*$). I guess, when you're  listening to it with friends, it's okay, but when it's being blasted in a tiny room with teenagers being watched by teachers, it gets pretty unacceptable. But COME ON, there isn't any popular music nowadays that doesn't have at least one bad word. It sucks! I personally wanted to put in some Beatles songs, but I know no one would dance to any of them. People would criticize me for having a bad taste in music, when in actuality, they have the bad taste. It really narks me off sometimes.

My makeup was a disaster too. I showed the makeup woman a picture of what I wanted my makeup to look like and she made it FREAKISHLY dark! I started to cry, and I couldn't just wipe it off because it would be an insult to her work. I hated it. I really did.

The after party didn't go as planned. We couldn't get into the room. Heck, we couldn't even get into the building!

The only great thing that came out of this year's Prance was my dress. It was the best one yet, and I know I'll be keeping it for a long, long time.

Dear Mama

        Dear Mom, for the most part, I would like to thank you for putting up with all my crap, weird obsessions, phases, and attitude. I know I'm a huge handful to deal with, and caring for me almost as a single parent is something that is worth noting. I know you love me to bits, and I love you too. Although at times it may seem that I hate the world, I  really don't. I just have the worst stubbornness around. I'm probably the devil's child in you and Dad's eyes sometimes. I know I lash out in anger when I don't get what I want or when things don't go my way. I'm still working on that.

        I 'm growing up pretty fast in your eyes, I know that. I'm almost 18, I've already gotten my driver's license, and I'm on my way to start a new life in college. It's not easy for me to be separated from you, and if I think that, I can't imagine how heartbreaking it is for you. We'll make the best of our time together, and if anything happens, I'll always be there for you, just like you are there for Amma. Actually, I would like to have a similar relationship as yours and Amma's. I want to help you when you need me, and I don't want to have to hide anything.

        For the whole job issue. I don't mind where you decide to go, I just don't want to be too far away from you. I've spent long amounts of time away from you, and it's not very fun.

        This is pretty much my little letter to you. There's nothing I haven't already told you, or that you don't already know.

I LOVE YOU, MAMA! ♥