Friday - June 6, 2008

Today I woke up and counted the days in my head. We've been here for three months. It seems like it's been much longer than that! Three months seems like nothing but it's felt like a year. I shared the revelation with the others only to receive blank stares. I think everyone has started to forget what it means to be a slave to a calendar.

Something weird is going on, though. I don't know what, but I can tell that Rory has been acting really strange the past few days. I think maybe she's still holding a grudge against Brian. I'll have to talk to her about it later.

Right now it's just after sundown and I'm already in bed. The idea of sleeping when it's dark is no longer an odd, old-person ritual to me. Now it just seems like a very normal occurrence. Almost as if we're merely reacting to the natural world around us. It's really a beautiful thing.

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Saturday - June 7, 2008

The house's poles creaking in the night, the thatch rustling quietly, the waves whispering to one another as they fall upon the shore, the animals in the forest around calling to one another. Is it any wonder sleep lasts from sundown to sunup? If we didn't attempt sleep the entire time, then we might never get any rest. Fucking noises. I just want some quiet! Is that too much to ask?

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Sunday - June 8, 2008

I woke up from my nap this afternoon to find a small bunch of lavender flowers on the pallet beside my head. Brian had made it a very short day to himself. When I got up and went to look for him, he was nowhere to be found. All I saw was a royal blue wildflower in the sand across camp. Nobody else was around so I followed that flower and soon spotted another several feet from the first. About twenty flowers later, I found myself at the entrance to the canyon that leads to the waterfall. I didn't see anymore flowers so I could only hope that was where Brian had in mind for me to go. Sure enough, when I made it to the falls I saw Brian, completely naked and sunning himself on a rock. I told him he was lucky Neil hadn't followed his flowers. Or one of the girls.

That was pretty much it for conversation for the rest of the day. We spent the rest of our afternoon lounging on the rocks, soaking up the sun and fumbling around, petting one another like we were a couple of teenagers. Even at twenty-six, I feel my youth here in a way that cannot be explained.

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Wednesday - June 11, 2008

Monday the clouds started forming. By now we've seen enough of the weather to know what those rolling black clouds mean. So we gathered supplies and went back to the cave. It was like old times - all five of us sitting around a sparse fire in the small alcove. By Tuesday we had a full-on tropical storm. We could hear loud roaring from the wind whipping through the foliage around us. Luckily it didn't last very long at all and we got to come back to the house today. Unfortunately though, our roof was a bit damaged. It was no big problem. We had it fixed in a few hours time, but our extra clothes are all drenched and the house flooded. We're gonna have to work on sandbags for the exterior soon.

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Saturday - June 14,2008

Today Brian, Cynthia and I made our way back to the wreckage. I saw it and immediately started biting back tears. I needn't have bothered though, because the other two were having the same problem. We all just sort of let ourselves cry for a minute, holding each other and taking comfort in the fact that we had all made it. We ended up dragging two more bags out, in hopes of new supplies. Maybe a flashlight or something. But all we managed to get was toiletries for the women.

When we got back, we heard some odd sounds coming from the house. Brian swore up and down it was the sound of sex - and who should know better than he? But...Rory and Neil were the only ones there. There was no way! AHHHHHH but there WAS a way. We knocked on the door and heard shuffling. Cynthia called out to Rory, but there was no answer. Since it was Cynthia's room too, she felt no qualms about simply going in. And there they were. Rory and Neil. Naked as the day they were born and writhing around like they were extras in a Christina Aguilera video.

Cynthia just stalked off. I think she's upset because she doesn't have anyone even for sexual purposes. This happening makes here the fifth wheel. I almost wanted to go after her, but I was too worried about the sanity of Rory. I mean...NEIL?! Really!

Eventually, after a lot of embarrassed stares and bumbling explanation on Rory's part, Brian and I checked on Cynthia and retreated back into our own room. I really don't know what to make of any of this. I do know it's fucked up and I seriously hope Rory knows what she's doing.

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Sunday - June 15, 2008

Lucky today was a Sunday. Everyone went their own way, determined not to even think about the events of last night. No one is speaking right now. Even Brian and I are keeping our conversations low-key. It just seems like as soon as someone speaks, there's gonna be a war, and nobody wants to provoke it just yet.

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Tuesday - June 17, 2008

Even though Cynthia and Rory are still sleeping in the same room, Cynthia isn't speaking to Neil or Rory. Rory and Neil refuse to even look at one another and somehow Brian and I are the stable pair for once.

I just want everyone to calm down and start talking again.

Cynthia found a manicure set in the bag of toiletries we found in the plane. She decided that Brian and I needed hair cuts. I can't say that I disagreed. My bangs were down to my nose and the back of my hair was tickling the top of my spine. Brian wasn't quite as bad, but his was getting pretty shaggy as well. So she took a pair of cuticle scissors and started cutting. My bangs are still long enough to put behind my ears, but the back is trimmed up a good bit. It's all pretty much one length and I can deal with that. Brian's is a bit shorter and choppy, but it's rugged and sexy on him. Of course, Brian would be sexy bald. Not that I want to see him bald ... just saying.

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Thursday - June 19, 2008

Today Cynthia and I got bored and used a few of the empty water bottles. We wrote SOS notes and rolled them up, put them in the bottles and tossed them into the ocean. It was a laugh. My note said something along the lines of ‘Five sexy co-eds, waiting for you to rescue us'. Good cheesy fun, ya know? Only Brian noticed the lack of the bottles since it was his day to go and get more water and he chewed both of us new assholes. Okay, so it means a little more work, but jeez! I'll go CARVE a new bottle for him just as long as he doesn't use that parental tone anymore. I really hate that tone! I think maybe I've called him ‘daddy' one too many times during sex. It's starting to go to his head.

Continued in Journal #7