Oh Fuckstockings, I believe I'm falling.

Over the weekend, I went up to Tahoe and went skiing. Sunday was interesting. My dad started to teach me how to ski on moguls.

Wikipedia says: Moguls are bumps on a ski slope formed when skiers push the snow into mounds or piles as they execute short-radius turns.
I say: Moguls are little hills on a ski slope that you are supposed to make quick turns around, so you don't go flying over the top of one and land in a heap. However, quick turns are hard because you are going more straight down the slope, so you're going faster, so you need better control.

It's really hard, and I fell a couple times; mostly, though, I just sort of flew across the slope, bumping over the moguls, not around them like I'm supposed to, until I could stop easily. One time, I fell, and somehow rolled, or something, and one of my skis stabbed my butt (which is still slightly sore) and I slid like 20 feet down the hill, losing my poles on the way. Another time, I didn't have quite enough control to stop, and I was heading across the slope, right towards a tree. So I bailed.







Long story short:

This is what skiing on moguls is supposed to look like:





This is what I looked like:






The End.

[clairification: I had a LOT of fun! I'm not upset about all this falling in the least, almost everytime I fell I lay there just laughing for a couple minutes.]

sharks.

The Sharks won today! I was beginning to be worried about our losing streak, but we bet Detroit 5-2! And, just in case you didn't know, we are first in the Western Conference and Detroit is first in the Eastern Conference, but in the league overall, we are second and they are first. So they are a good team to win against and break our little losing streak.

bored.

I have a theory that Mr. Thompson doesn't really read all our blogs. I mean, he has 60 + students, three blogs a week is 180 blogs. And he doesn't check every week. So, the point of this blog is to see if he reads it.
Mr. Thompson, if you read this, comment and prove me wrong.

Haiku

I saw this haiku on some person's shirt yesterday. It amused me, so I decided to subject you guys to it.

Haikus are easy.

But sometimes they don't make sense.

Refrigerator

But actually, I like haikus. It's like the only type of writing I can do, because it's more like it has the specific rules. I generally don't do well with any sort of instructions that aren't specific. Except blogs, oddly. I don't really mind these, my only objection is that the whole class reads it, so everything I say is very censored, because, honestly, I don't trust people until I know them better than just classmates. Anyway, I got distracted on facebook and totally forgot where I was going with this. So, bye!

*happy*

I am incredibly pleased that I posted two blogs last night, and then when I checked this morning, I had comments on both from Lorita and Marissa. I'm not sure why this makes me all happy, but it did. So thanks you two! Ok, that's all I had to say. Bye.

School is awkward.

I went to a spaghetti dinner/open house at my old elementary school tonight. It always is a little bit awkward there, because I'm sort of floating through everyone. A little too old to be with the kids (except watching them, but they don't really want to be watched, they want to play with their friends), but not old enough to talk with the moms and teachers. I always feel a bit invisible, but not invisible so much as ghost-like. You can see me, but you can also just look right through me.

It was weird until my friend Jonathan got there. He was my best friend all through elementary school, and I hadn't seen him for months. Once he was there, we walked around, reminiscing and laughing and catching up with each other. We laughed at the second graders paintings of giraffes in funny poses, messed around the fifth graders boat full of pillows, played anicent computer games on even older computers, and had awkward conversations with the adults. All the adult people were like "I haven't seen you since you were in fifth grade! You've gotten so tall! (umm.. duh. We've grown since 5th grade.) Aww you guys are still really close, aren't you? (No. We haven't seen each other in months.) Every time I see you you're together! (Um, that's because we only see each other at school stuff. Same time we see you.)" But it was still fun talking with him. We have so many old inside jokes, that our conversations make no sense to anyone else. But yeah, it was really nice to see him again.

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I haven't blogged since the new semester started. I feel kind of bad about that. Mostly because it means my grade isn't what one would call spetacular. Also, I procrastinate in chemistry a lot and the fact that I don't understand it added to the fact that she will accept it indefinately ends up with me not doing it. And, because my math homework just takes so long and is so tedious, I only do half the assignment and then don't turn it in. So I'm not doing so great in those classes either.

And yesterday my parents checked my PIV. So now I have no phone, no computer (except blogging) and no doing anything remotely enjoyable. My parents are also threatening no boyfriend, but I sorta think that's just a threat. It would hurt more than it would help. In other words, this weekend I will be doing a lot of back homework (regardless of whether my teachers accept it or not). While my sister gets to take a friend up to the snow. Oh well, it really is my fault for not doing my homework and I'm complaining a lot and I probably sound really whiney so I'll just shut up now.

Bye.