Safe in my own thoughts

I have no need for outside stimuli right now, the processes of my mind satisfy me fully...

Been reading Ayn Rands's book, Fountainhead, truly exciting the implications about mankind, and I think I'm a pretty strong believer in her idea of the glory of the individual when they are willing to be individual. Her other characters she is obviously biased against, but the idea, I really enjoy the idea!

However, I don't really feel like writing right now so we'll have to wait on my next rendition of the beggars walk.

Many strange thoughts, none straight, none real righ tnow, just there pretending to surface before climbing back under the rippled pane of consicousness

Its not easy when you're the only one who knows

The sun's heat devoured our desire to move. The young man with the creased wrinkles lingin his face has been standing too long in these hard rays selling cheap sunglasses. I want to hit him, but I know we'll get our price. He has not left. '200.' 'Ok ok, 250, its a deal, yes?' '200' 'Not possible, not possible, give me your best price...' '200.' Supporting Milena, making sure she doesn't up the price when I know he will sell at 200. Her long fingers examine the brown sunglasses which she will lose later, looking askance at me. I start to check their quality but the man interrupts me, pointing down the beach at the water. 'Look.' Flailing arms and a small head appear and disappear through the small waves 20ft out from the crescent shaped shore. Two men, one on a small boogie board head out and drag him in. The crowd gathers as we watch intently from afar. His collapsed form lays inert on the beach. The crowd watches as minutes pass. My friends and I lose interest when people wander away from the scene. One passing Indian casually drops an astonishing fact in a quiet but unexcited voice. 'He's Dead.' 'There's no way, I just saw him in the water!' 'He's Dead.'

My big toe leaves the biggest imprint as my feet direct me to the scene. As I get closer the impassive Indian faces gain detail, their puffy cheeks and dark eyes calmly watching the friend of the man madly pushing on his buddy's chest in a misguided effort of CPR. 'Can't anyone help me?!?' I'm the only person who moves forward, regret over my inaction earlier emptied into giving what I could to this ghostly figure at my feet. 'You can do the air, we'll do a 3:1 heart-breath count.' 'Ok, thank you.' We work. I misplace my hands, misplace the count, but his heart starts beating, he is alive. his eyes are sickening, his lips covered with a greenish yellow paste of beer and seawater. I could not do the breath. The ambulance arrives, but noone will help us carry this fat indian man with the gross mouth and barely beating heart. 'This is someone's life you assholes!!' My cry guilts a couple of them into motion and we drag and carry him to a waiting car half a kilometer away. He was almost alive when we put him in there. I hope he lives. It was his first time on the beach.

Can't swim

I don't even know how to sum up the events since the past post... so the highlights, then maybe some details

Watched students take tests for two long boring weeks in which I read the entire harry potter series, still not impressed...
Said goodbye to my best friends in India for the first time
Got on a bus for Chennai where I had a wild pool party with people from around the world at a mansion on the beach
Ate wonderful pancakes and fish in Mamallapuram and wandered empty streets and empty beaches on foot
7 hour busride back from Chennai, chilled around Bangalore for 12 hours, then 17 hours on a bus to Goa, baneful roads
Knowing noone, without my guidebook, somehow managed to find the cheapest place to stay, Villa Fatima, as well as finding out the prices more than quadruple during the high season starting on Monday
Visited a massive beach flea market where everything seemed to be 50 rupees
Met my friends who trekked it through the rain to make it into the hotel when they should have taken a rickshaw
Saved a drowned Indian man's life using a garbled version of CPR
Finally set my poi spinners on fire and only hit myself a couple times
Ate delicious food until a fish poisoned me and put me on my ass for a day
Barely made three buses from hell for 2 hours (still sick), a train for 15 hours (from hell), and a couple more buses 1-2 hours into bangalore, so cramped and contorted sleeping on the floor
Saying goodbye to my friends again, but I found a great (superexpensive) Italian restaurant that I've passed almost everyday for the past four months

Details to come late...