You know you love your roommate when you don't mind sharing your birthday with them. Actually, I must really really love Anna because I can't wait to share my bday with her. And we're going out tonite. Like rockstars. Everyone must come and share in the festivties.
Oh and I had a situation to pose my loyal readers that may or may not exist. Today I'm in my Law class, cramming some last minute facts before the exam. I am fairly easy person to distract, and a people watcher as well, so I kept paying attention to everyone walking in the room. A few minutes past when I glanced up from my notes and saw a guy coming in that I didn't recognize. It wasn't as though I was intentially checking him out. I didn't even mean to. You know the type of situation - when someone just takes you completely by surprise and you're caught staring... well it was just like that. And then I did a double because, quite frankly, he was just my type (if I even have one) and I was a bit taken aback. Damn... how have I not seen him all semester? It was at that point I finally recognized who he was. Umm... my boyfriend... really. His hair was messed up from the rain and he had his glasses on (a weakness of mine). Oops. Try explaining that one.
yahtzee!...
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I have always loved snow skiing, ever since my first experience as a freshman at Monarch Ski Resort. Somehow I avoided lessons, convincing my parents that my friends could coach me. Soon I was flying down blues, probably crashing occasionally, but having a great time nonetheless. Eventually I learned that snowplowing straight down a slope doesn't exactly count as proper technique. Every year since then I have gotten to ski, but this year was the first time I spent the majority of it with my parents.
We set off early in the morning with a group of kids, whose parents mistakenly trusted me as a sponsor. I got to chill in the back of one of the vans and avoided driving through Denver at all costs. Being the brilliant individual I am, pre-trip I bought a SU DO KU book full of those silly number puzzles. Okay I'll be honest, I am absolutely horrible at them, and have screwed up more than I will ever complete. But somehow I have a firm belief that if I keep practicing and perservering, my brain will get stretched and grow in new ways. Usually I do one or two during the day, to pass time in class. Yes they take me a whole class period. Gads. Anyway, I tore some out and gave them to people to try. My brother beat me done, and it was his first one. I screwed up four in a row, not kidding, with only a few spaces left each time. Perhaps there is no hope for that part of my brain. Quitting is appearing to be a viable option. But moving along...
A few years ago I switched from skis to blades, much to my brother's persuasion, and I love them. Although most skiers look down on the short little skis, there's something to be said about avoiding the mess of poles and also the ease of jumps and tree trails. A little speed is lost due to length, but I usually have no problems keeping up. My parents converted soon after as well. Apparently we're making a difference because ninety percent of our kiddos this trip used them also.
We stayed in two condos close to the Winter Park resort, made breakfast each morning and enjoyed the efforts waking up early to be one of the first few groups on the mountain. I set out with mom and dad and we had a pretty good time tearing up (the tearing up part may be an exaggeration) the slopes. Occasionally I tend to get out of control, trying to go too fast. So I had some nice crashes, but nothing very serious. Mom is a more risk averse than dad and me, so she took up the rear, but together we made a pretty good team. The first day was fairly non-eventful, although fun. Day two, however, got a little more interesting. Dad's terrain park adventure will be soon to come.
We set off early in the morning with a group of kids, whose parents mistakenly trusted me as a sponsor. I got to chill in the back of one of the vans and avoided driving through Denver at all costs. Being the brilliant individual I am, pre-trip I bought a SU DO KU book full of those silly number puzzles. Okay I'll be honest, I am absolutely horrible at them, and have screwed up more than I will ever complete. But somehow I have a firm belief that if I keep practicing and perservering, my brain will get stretched and grow in new ways. Usually I do one or two during the day, to pass time in class. Yes they take me a whole class period. Gads. Anyway, I tore some out and gave them to people to try. My brother beat me done, and it was his first one. I screwed up four in a row, not kidding, with only a few spaces left each time. Perhaps there is no hope for that part of my brain. Quitting is appearing to be a viable option. But moving along...
A few years ago I switched from skis to blades, much to my brother's persuasion, and I love them. Although most skiers look down on the short little skis, there's something to be said about avoiding the mess of poles and also the ease of jumps and tree trails. A little speed is lost due to length, but I usually have no problems keeping up. My parents converted soon after as well. Apparently we're making a difference because ninety percent of our kiddos this trip used them also.
We stayed in two condos close to the Winter Park resort, made breakfast each morning and enjoyed the efforts waking up early to be one of the first few groups on the mountain. I set out with mom and dad and we had a pretty good time tearing up (the tearing up part may be an exaggeration) the slopes. Occasionally I tend to get out of control, trying to go too fast. So I had some nice crashes, but nothing very serious. Mom is a more risk averse than dad and me, so she took up the rear, but together we made a pretty good team. The first day was fairly non-eventful, although fun. Day two, however, got a little more interesting. Dad's terrain park adventure will be soon to come.
twitch...
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Oh glorious day! It has been almost a week since the last time I could really use a computer and I have found the old adage to be true - absence does make the heart grow fonder. I feel like I have been separated from the internet for months! So here I am, rummaging around frantically and clumsily (laptops and I are not exactly user-friendly) searching all the sites I have missed in the last few days. And it has been, perhaps you could say, an eye opening experience. First of all, I don't get much email. None at all really. Probably only one to two good ones a week. Most of my inbox is cluttered with job search results, ridiculous forwards, (when will people stop sending those *#^%$ things?!) and shopping specials, none of which I really use. Secondly, as obsessive as my online usage is, it seems that I could do with a lot less of it because, as stated in point one, no one ever emails me anyway. Maybe if I wrote back in a timely fashion my online popularity would increase. I guess I'll tack that goal onto the bottom of my self-improvement checklist. Check. And other than that I don't even have a third point, which made it a little pointless to even make a list, as one of my teachers once taught me. Two points just doesn't sell the way three points will I suppose. I guess you'll just have to trust me that this zilcho-internet-for-too-long-experience really has been eye opening. Right...
Anyway, I have a lot I wanted to share, and really more than anything during this personal online hiatus, I have missed blogging the most. You see, my parents and I set out on an adventure recently, and for the last four days we have been touring another state, in hopes that one day I will make it out here to live. (Survive is probably the more accurate term.) It has always been a goal and dream of mine, and I suppose the clock is now ticking to make it happen. So they have both generously donated their time, ummm... monetary support, and lively company to help me search the great unknown. It has been a wonderful experience, as I have gotten to spend some extended time with them, which is so hard to find, and they have been so incredibly generous and supportive of me. I could not have asked for a better trip. Along the way we have had so many funny stories, strange situations, and numerous belly laughs, that I only thought it fair to pass them along. Believe me, my dad attempting a very professional ski jump that ended in an even more unprofessional ski CRASH is worth the wait.
Anyway, I have a lot I wanted to share, and really more than anything during this personal online hiatus, I have missed blogging the most. You see, my parents and I set out on an adventure recently, and for the last four days we have been touring another state, in hopes that one day I will make it out here to live. (Survive is probably the more accurate term.) It has always been a goal and dream of mine, and I suppose the clock is now ticking to make it happen. So they have both generously donated their time, ummm... monetary support, and lively company to help me search the great unknown. It has been a wonderful experience, as I have gotten to spend some extended time with them, which is so hard to find, and they have been so incredibly generous and supportive of me. I could not have asked for a better trip. Along the way we have had so many funny stories, strange situations, and numerous belly laughs, that I only thought it fair to pass them along. Believe me, my dad attempting a very professional ski jump that ended in an even more unprofessional ski CRASH is worth the wait.
cheese...
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I love nothing more than to hear my roommate's laugh. And not just a polite laugh, or an excited shriek, or even a true giggle. I love the big, deep laughs that start in the bottom of the belly and proceed shake the walls. I'm upstairs with the door closed dinking around, procrastinating sleep apparently, and occasionally I keep catching spontaneous rumbles of laughter. The really wonderful type of laughter that you simply cannot fake; one that is rarely shown, rarely shared. Sometimes it's so good that your eyes water and you stomach cramps. It's happiness pure and simple, because, well, I think because it's real. And the best part? Just hearing it makes me smile too.
triple salchow...
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I conquered my big ol' test today. After many hours of studying last night, and the night before that, wait, scratch that, okay only last night, I'm so happy to be done. I thought I did pretty well, but after discussing some of the questions, I realized I might have botched quite a few. Maybe I should get back to my old study habits of reviewing for more than one day. I don't tend to get unmotivated when the end is near, but perhaps the nearing graduation date is affecting me too. Not that I'm getting bad grades, (breathe mama) just not the 4.0 I was hoping to finish up with.
Okay okay. And I went ice skating today. Crazy I know, when it's sixty-five degrees outside. And the rink is about twenty by twenty feet. But it was pretty hilarious. Clint's gangly legs flying everywhere and me moving at a granny's pace. Meggie's bf hooked us up - that's right free skating none the less. I barely mastered a turn-spin thingy and Clint attempted stopping, while the middle school girls lapped us going backwards. Sweet.
Last thing. I have tomorrow off. (Cries of celebration - Yippee!) I will be putting it to good use by not getting out of my bed until at least 3PM. It's mandatory. And I can't wait. :)
Okay one more thing. My Anna-bonana is babysitting um... older people this week and I never get to see her. Not nearly enough anyway. So this is just to say, roomie. I miss you. Mwah.
Okay okay. And I went ice skating today. Crazy I know, when it's sixty-five degrees outside. And the rink is about twenty by twenty feet. But it was pretty hilarious. Clint's gangly legs flying everywhere and me moving at a granny's pace. Meggie's bf hooked us up - that's right free skating none the less. I barely mastered a turn-spin thingy and Clint attempted stopping, while the middle school girls lapped us going backwards. Sweet.
Last thing. I have tomorrow off. (Cries of celebration - Yippee!) I will be putting it to good use by not getting out of my bed until at least 3PM. It's mandatory. And I can't wait. :)
Okay one more thing. My Anna-bonana is babysitting um... older people this week and I never get to see her. Not nearly enough anyway. So this is just to say, roomie. I miss you. Mwah.
chug a choo-choo...
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The consistent, current entries I once posted on my blog regularly has slowly deteriorated to just a few a month. And although I know I need to make another post, I want to make another post, it's as if my brain is stuck. Usually the words just pour out, and the stories easily come to life, but recently they've been blocked. Even though it might seem that it's because I now have a boring life, that couldn't be farther from the truth. I'm enjoying my last semester (wow!) of college and a life of little responsibility. Okay, I feel like I do have quite a bit of responsibility, but the padres still pay for my roof and cute front porch. And my car insurance. And cell phone bill. But that's about it. Really. And for the record I work my arse off at work. Not that I need to tell anyone, I complain about it enough. At least I pretend to be responsible.
I guess I could contribute to my blog by being honest. About how I've really been feeling lately. Scared. Ecstatic. Sad. Scared. Nostalgic. Anxious. Content. Scared. Yeah, all of those I suppose sum it up quite well. It's the first day of March tomorrow, and it really is hard to believe. I know, I hate saying that. I get so annoyed by those people who are always like, wow, this month just flew by... or man, feels like I just blinked and another year is gone. Well of course it did, it always goes by too fast. Maybe the only reason we think it went fast is because we can't get it back. Just like having a crush on so-and-so, who is completely out of your reach. We desire it even more because we can't have it. Ah, human nature. Perhaps time is like that too.
Ahem, but anyway, back to the matter at hand. First of all, the new month symbolizes I only have about two more months to get a job secured before I graduate. Go ahead, say it with me. "Crap." Maybe I don't want the real world yet. Can I get an extension? Maybe just another two months - to get everything in order, to let me catch up with the life ahead? Dang. I guess it's back to those applications then...
Oh! One more note. Did anyone else notice that it's Fat Tuesday and I am in front of my computer instead of ringing in the season? I have beads and everything. I also have an exam Thursday. Dang it. Again.
I guess I could contribute to my blog by being honest. About how I've really been feeling lately. Scared. Ecstatic. Sad. Scared. Nostalgic. Anxious. Content. Scared. Yeah, all of those I suppose sum it up quite well. It's the first day of March tomorrow, and it really is hard to believe. I know, I hate saying that. I get so annoyed by those people who are always like, wow, this month just flew by... or man, feels like I just blinked and another year is gone. Well of course it did, it always goes by too fast. Maybe the only reason we think it went fast is because we can't get it back. Just like having a crush on so-and-so, who is completely out of your reach. We desire it even more because we can't have it. Ah, human nature. Perhaps time is like that too.
Ahem, but anyway, back to the matter at hand. First of all, the new month symbolizes I only have about two more months to get a job secured before I graduate. Go ahead, say it with me. "Crap." Maybe I don't want the real world yet. Can I get an extension? Maybe just another two months - to get everything in order, to let me catch up with the life ahead? Dang. I guess it's back to those applications then...
Oh! One more note. Did anyone else notice that it's Fat Tuesday and I am in front of my computer instead of ringing in the season? I have beads and everything. I also have an exam Thursday. Dang it. Again.
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