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From both the prequal and telling of "Calliegh's Story" when she comtemplating breaking up with her then jerk of a boyfriend John Micah. And that he kept ignoring her. And how he had been mistreating her. She took a vacation, her first in like ten or eleven years. She was a huge fan of Survivor and wanted to try to live on an island. With no electricity, no internet, not tv, no technology of any kind. Only fifteen changes of clothes as well as a bible, devotions, a journal to keep up with her days, and a small CD player with batteries and some CDs. She would stay on the island for thirty-nine days. Like in the real Survivor. But this would be part-tv show and part Calliegh her way.
Day 1: Came on an airplane from DC to the Pearl Islands. My first vacation in about over a decade or so. I had only brought a few changes of clothing and will be without no technology. No internet, no tv, no electricity of any kind. Also I would bring some devotions and a journal. As well as my Bible. I know previously the contestants would bring one luxury item. But since 2003, they are now playing with only one change of clothing. The clothes on their backs when they get there. And no luxury items whatsoever.
I boarded the Americans Airlines Flight 911(Oddly the name of something the world will go down for in world history on that tragic second Tuesday in September 2001). Flying used to scare me that it took me more than five months to get on an airplane. But hey, I am not going to let some terrorists ruin my "fun!" I needed to prove to myself that I am independent. And that I need to get away from it all. I need to not think about work after all of the people that I have been working with lately. Have been shunning me for a pretty long time.
How that jerk of a boyfriend who I thought was so, so caring and understanding, turned from the handsome prince to the toad. Heck, I don't want to think about work at all. I just want to relax not just my body. But my wounded and broken heart, spirit, and soul. As well as most of all, my pride and dignity. So badly hurt! Then when I landed on the Pearl Island after a twelve hour flight that included changing planes twice. No more thinking about work. Nor no more real world.
I was treating myself to a real vacation. Well half-Survivor style being a "reclusive" hermit while also I would be no long Calliegh Patricia Andrews Laura Kerr Niece(Yea a long name!) Well, I am adopted and an only child. But my parents wanted to make my name long and special. Bless them as I got some of those names from each of them.
I then went and shopped for a huge, huge, packets of rice which I will be living on for at least thirty-nine days. As well as gotten some Beef-o-roni and some steak and chicken for one day. To just splurge on things. As people there thought I was kind of crazy to live off things like that. But hey, it was my vacation. As I checked in and gotten into my hut. To live there also for a month and nine days. It was all right as it looked like it was in the vacation brochures.
There was a pot, a pan, a stove. As well as a bed, some wood, and a night lamp next to the bed which I will be sleeping in for the next thirty-nine days. The outside had the beach. It was very crystal clear as beautiful indeed. Very like the blue eyes of my dad. While I just didn't feel like eating, I put up the groceries. And also took some flint and learned how to use it. It was hard to learn at first being such a city girl. I haven't been to the beach in like years and years. I learned how to do it over and over to get use to it. Warming up. It hurt at first when you matched them together but then I got a pretty good fire going with some wood. As I learned from the locals how to turn it off as well as starting the fires again. Afterwards, after unloading and putting my clothes in the drawels all day long and grocery shopping. I then slept for the day. Only it was daylight but I was tired and really needed to sleep after changing planes and going all over a circle. This was only the warm-up as to what was to happen the next thirty-eight days. I only brought soap and not even dedorant at all.
Day 1: Came on an airplane from DC to the Pearl Islands. My first vacation in about over a decade or so. I had only brought a few changes of clothing and will be without no technology. No internet, no tv, no electricity of any kind. Also I would bring some devotions and a journal. As well as my Bible. I know previously the contestants would bring one luxury item. But since 2003, they are now playing with only one change of clothing. The clothes on their backs when they get there. And no luxury items whatsoever.
I boarded the Americans Airlines Flight 911(Oddly the name of something the world will go down for in world history on that tragic second Tuesday in September 2001). Flying used to scare me that it took me more than five months to get on an airplane. But hey, I am not going to let some terrorists ruin my "fun!" I needed to prove to myself that I am independent. And that I need to get away from it all. I need to not think about work after all of the people that I have been working with lately. Have been shunning me for a pretty long time.
How that jerk of a boyfriend who I thought was so, so caring and understanding, turned from the handsome prince to the toad. Heck, I don't want to think about work at all. I just want to relax not just my body. But my wounded and broken heart, spirit, and soul. As well as most of all, my pride and dignity. So badly hurt! Then when I landed on the Pearl Island after a twelve hour flight that included changing planes twice. No more thinking about work. Nor no more real world.
I was treating myself to a real vacation. Well half-Survivor style being a "reclusive" hermit while also I would be no long Calliegh Patricia Andrews Laura Kerr Niece(Yea a long name!) Well, I am adopted and an only child. But my parents wanted to make my name long and special. Bless them as I got some of those names from each of them.
I then went and shopped for a huge, huge, packets of rice which I will be living on for at least thirty-nine days. As well as gotten some Beef-o-roni and some steak and chicken for one day. To just splurge on things. As people there thought I was kind of crazy to live off things like that. But hey, it was my vacation. As I checked in and gotten into my hut. To live there also for a month and nine days. It was all right as it looked like it was in the vacation brochures.
There was a pot, a pan, a stove. As well as a bed, some wood, and a night lamp next to the bed which I will be sleeping in for the next thirty-nine days. The outside had the beach. It was very crystal clear as beautiful indeed. Very like the blue eyes of my dad. While I just didn't feel like eating, I put up the groceries. And also took some flint and learned how to use it. It was hard to learn at first being such a city girl. I haven't been to the beach in like years and years. I learned how to do it over and over to get use to it. Warming up. It hurt at first when you matched them together but then I got a pretty good fire going with some wood. As I learned from the locals how to turn it off as well as starting the fires again. Afterwards, after unloading and putting my clothes in the drawels all day long and grocery shopping. I then slept for the day. Only it was daylight but I was tired and really needed to sleep after changing planes and going all over a circle. This was only the warm-up as to what was to happen the next thirty-eight days. I only brought soap and not even dedorant at all.