| 11:55p |
I am slightly proud to state I have yet to totally bust my arse on the slopes yet. Perhaps this is me jinxing myself, but I guess my balance is a little bit better than I gave myself credit for initially. Also, I really thought I'd like skiing over snowboarding, but I was also incorrect in this sense. Getting up on a snowboard is 110 times easier than trying to sort myself out with giant thin trees attached to each of my feet.
Seriously, I think I almost broke my ankle trying to situate myself back into a standing position yesterday with those things, and that's also when I kind of gave up on that nonsense...
Anyway, I'm thinking of telling ghost stories or something equally juvenile in my tent tonight. Anyone interested? I'll give a prize to anyone who manages to actually scare me. Story telling wise that is. Not prank wise. Just throwing that out there. |