I’ve been on a roll, haven’t I? I have checked off another item on the 161 list! This one involved going to one of Ithaca’s many, many beautiful gorges and yes, jumping.
Now, it’s not what you think. It’s not like I was jumping 150 feet from the top of the gorge to the bottom–the spot I jumped from was only about 25 feet high at the most. But lemme tell you, 25 feet is a lot higher than you think when you’re flying through the air hurtling to the bottom of a waterfall.
I tried to check this item off on July 4th, when it was super hot and a bunch of my friends in a fraternity were going. Unfortunately, they beat me and my roommate to the gorge and by the time we rolled up, there was a Cornell bike cop ready to send us back. Yes, swimming in the gorges is dangerous and yes, it is also illegal. They didn’t get caught and we were sent on our merry way home, but I was the most determined to do this.
On Saturday, the same boys wee were going to go with before wanted to go again. To another spot, a safer spot, one where we couldn’t get in trouble. It’s called Second Dam and holy shit was it fun.
We finally get down to the water and I see a family with a BABY swimming and frolicking around in the water and tons of other Ithaca townies so I conclude that this spot must be safe–because there are definitely spots on campus that are super dangerous and people have died. Also, this particular swimming hole is off campus so the Cornell police, who are always dicks, pose no threat to us.
Anyway, so we’re swimming around and sitting on a rock, when my friend decides that he wants to jump. He asks if anyone wants to go with him, but everyone declines so he goes alone. Watching him from that rock, I begin to regret not going with him. It might be a little dangerous, but a ton of other people did it so it must be pretty safe, right? Hell, one kid even did a backflip of the cliff!
I manage to climb up to the spot to jump and find myself staring down at swirling water and praying to God that I don’t slip. Somehow I muster up the courage and jumped! I was surprised–I thought for sure that I would be up there for 10 minutes contemplating if I really wanted to jump. But within only one minute, I was flying through the air to what could have possibly been my death. And man, was it fun! So much fun that I got out immediately and went again.
The second time I jumped, I was much more prepared. I managed to hold my bathing suit top down and hold my nose at the same time, because on jump numero uno, water rushed up my nose and got into places in my skull I didn’t know existed. I also landed better so that my bottoms didn’t go DIRECTLY UP MY ASS like they had the time before. That was not pleasant.
All in all, gorge jumping was a blast. My friends and I even went back today. Jumping definitely satisfied my need to thrillseek. I think I’ve found my new favorite summer spot!
First off, let me start by apologizing to my mother.
Yesterday I started the quest to complete Bucket List item number 21–get a tattoo. My mom probably isn’t that happy and my dad might kill me (I still have to talk to him about that again), but it’s one giant step in the right direction.
Since I’ve been to college, I’ve been telling my friends and teammates about this tattoo I want to get. Somehow they always manage to forget and I have to explain it all over again, but that’s besides the point. Finally, a few weeks ago when we were discussing it, my one friend said to me, “If you don’t get it by the end of this semester, you won’t ever get it. You’ve been talking about it for over two years.”
Shocked, I realized she was right.
In that same vein, I knew that if I didn’t actually make an appointment, it would never happen. So yesterday, I walked into Stiehl’s Body Modification Station in the Ithaca Commons and made my appointment. May 15th. Oh boy. (Sidenote: Stiehl’s is an excellent place to go for a tattoo or piercing. I’ve had multiple piercings done there and they do a fabulous job! They are super clean and the staff is amazing).
I got butterflies and nervous just from making appointment–imagine how I’ll feel when I actually go to get the tattoo!
Now, I know you must be wondering… what does this crazy girl want to get tattooed on her body?
I’ve thought about this long and hard. I’m not getting a tattoo just for the sake of getting a tattoo. This means something to me.
One of my mottos or mantras in life, if you will, is “no worries.” You know, don’t worry about the little things, just take it easy and have fun. I say it all the time. Naturally, being the big Disney buff that I am, I know that “hakuna matata” means “no worries.” Does that mean I want to get “hakuna matata” tatooed on my body? Hell no. I’m not that cheesy (I’m sorry if I’ve offended anyone who has that tattoo).
Instead of getting Swahili permanently etched on my skin, I’m going to get the symbol. Yes, there is a symbol for “hakuna matata.” And it’s awesome! It’s pretty and it fits my personality well. It’s going to go on my ribs and I’m probably going to cry, but it will be worth it.
May 15th, here I come. Hopefully I don’t chicken out.
This week has been quite an interesting one. After coming out of a cold snap (and I’m talking -20 wind chill here), Ithaca decided to change it’s ways for the warmer. How do I feel about it? LOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I really hate the cold. Don’t ask me why I chose a school in upstate New York, because honestly, I wouldn’t be able to answer. I must be insane.
So anyway, between dying last week of the flu and dying of the freezing temperatures, I was looking for a little positivity in my life. I was super sick and not the happiest about classes starting, so anything was welcome. Ithaca decided to help me out–for once–and give me a little warm weather. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy about it now, but in two days when it’s back to being 25? Not so much. Ithaca was a huge tease this week.
Now I want spring! I want spring MORE THAN ANYTHING. I want shorts and day drinking and tanning and flip flops. I want to not have to wear 9 layers just to go to class. I want it to be softball season so we can kick ass and win Ivy’s–that’s right, I’m talking to you Penn and Harvard. Watch out. But seriously, IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK DAMMIT?
Hell, I was even outside playing softball. IN JANUARY. In a t shirt and shorts. And I was perfectly warm. There is something wrong with this picture. I was ecstatic to finally get out on the field and try out that new outfield turf, but I’m just really confused as well. I mean just look at the weather for this week… from the 30s to the 50s and then back down to the 20s again? What? Why can’t Cornell be in the south? Please?
I might as well enjoy it while I can–it’ll probably be the last day like this until, oh I don’t know, April? May? That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but still. Yay warm weather!
But damn, I really should have checked off #16 on the 161 Things. Today would have been the perfect day.