Started thursday, I guess.. but that wasn't interesting. At all. Just stuffy rooms that tired to be high class but failed miserably, full of muffled conversations and too many people having those conversations... too many kids. I love kids, but... too many.
Friday... you all heard about that. Cute snowboard instructors, crushes on self taught people, almost breaking my knee. No joke.. I was very convinced that if I fell one more time somebody would have to call the snow patrol people cuz I woudln't be able to stand. I was surprised that I managed to make it down... damn that hurt. ><
Saturday.. seven miles of very steep uphills, no downhill until after we were done. I realized a lot... in a very cheesy way. Some crap about how uphill sucks so badly, but you have to power through... once you reach the top the downhill is easy, fun.. even if you're sore from the uphill. Something else about how uphill, even though I was -snow-shoeing, I was hot as hell. It wasn't right so I was miserable. Once I was at the top it was colder... it was right, I was happy. Put that into the terms of life... think about the fact that I'm trans. Yeah, I'm that cheesy.. Birds ate off of my hand. Wild birds. Landed on my fingers, only ate the big chunks. they were gorgeous..
Today... nothing until noon, even though some people were out cross country skiing. I was too sore to do anything physical, so I bailed. Hell, I woke up twice last night for no reason other than that I had to shift positions, and doing that caused too much pain for me to do so while asleep. Even kneeling on my mattress hurts my knee... it's -that- bruised... but it's like a movement bruise too. If I bend my knee to far or put too much effort into it, it hurts. But in a bruised way, not a muscle sore way. I have two different colors of bruises and four bruises on it. Craziness.
Drove back... ate lunch with Asher. It was crazy, but worth it. I didn't mind the awkwardness - it wasn't fully his fault.. ish. Doesn't matter, it was still fun. And no, it wasn't Ash that was awkward. He knows what I mean. xD
Home now.. I just want... I dunno. I wanna go to some huge trans or glbt or whatever gathering and meet some guy that'll sweep me off my feet, or whatever. You know, people don't lie. You only find somebody good when you're not looking. I only foudn senior after I was done caring. Now I care again, and there's nobody in sight. Life just sucks that way. Whatever.
School again tomorrow.. I'm excited for art school. I s'pose I can survive regular school, if it means seeing my friends again. Man it's been a long time.. well, not really. But close enough. Whatever.
I wanna go snowbaording again.. learn how to do it properly. I won't take another lesson, though, probably.. I don't want cutie to be ruined by some guy with a handlebar mustache that's put in rubber bands. Yeah, there was a guy like that where I went.. weird, right?
I just wish I could move without wincing... Ah well. Doogie Howser now. Yeah, more. Can't help it... nph is too adorable.