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I got the most horrible sunburn at the swap meet this morning. Both my arms are bright red, as are my legs from the knees up. Paaaain.
Ride this afternoon was lovely. I rode a black SB mare called Molly first. She was quite sweet. But when we got to the pub the woman who had been riding Bella (gorgeous little grey pony) said that she didn't feel safe on her, so Wendy asked me to ride her. I mounted her, and straight away she took off at a jog. I pulled her around in a one-rein stop, then made her stand still for a while. Squeezed my legs and she walked on nicely. She kept jogging on the trail, which was fine, since it was as fast as the other horse's walks, but then she broke into this extended trot, which I would have loved if that were what I wanted. So I had to keep pulling her in, half-halts and holding the reins down by her shoulders (when you do that, they end up pulling against themselves, so they stop because it's annoying). it was FUN. And I'm not being sarcastic for once. Riding Molly was nice, but give me a challenging horse over a push-button one any day. I love riding horses that act-up and do silly things, it gives me a rush. Even better when it's a pony, because I can out-play them and it's not far to the ground if things get out-of-hand.
Anyway, TOMORROW IS AN IMPORTANT DAY.
Why, you ask?
I'm waiting on a phone call. I won't go into any detail here in case I jinx like I jinx ALL good things by writing about them, but I will say this:
It will get me out of Perth for a while. A week, a month, a few months? I don't know, it all depends on the timing.
I need to get the fuck out. I'm unstable again, depressed again, rejected by people AND Tafe, and generally going nowhere fast, drinking by myself until the wee hours in my room. I need to get clean, get out, do something good with my life, and THIS is my opportunity.
If it falls through, I don't know what I'll do.
Anyway, I had, like, 4 hours sleep last night... I'm going to bed now.
Ride this afternoon was lovely. I rode a black SB mare called Molly first. She was quite sweet. But when we got to the pub the woman who had been riding Bella (gorgeous little grey pony) said that she didn't feel safe on her, so Wendy asked me to ride her. I mounted her, and straight away she took off at a jog. I pulled her around in a one-rein stop, then made her stand still for a while. Squeezed my legs and she walked on nicely. She kept jogging on the trail, which was fine, since it was as fast as the other horse's walks, but then she broke into this extended trot, which I would have loved if that were what I wanted. So I had to keep pulling her in, half-halts and holding the reins down by her shoulders (when you do that, they end up pulling against themselves, so they stop because it's annoying). it was FUN. And I'm not being sarcastic for once. Riding Molly was nice, but give me a challenging horse over a push-button one any day. I love riding horses that act-up and do silly things, it gives me a rush. Even better when it's a pony, because I can out-play them and it's not far to the ground if things get out-of-hand.
Anyway, TOMORROW IS AN IMPORTANT DAY.
Why, you ask?
I'm waiting on a phone call. I won't go into any detail here in case I jinx like I jinx ALL good things by writing about them, but I will say this:
It will get me out of Perth for a while. A week, a month, a few months? I don't know, it all depends on the timing.
I need to get the fuck out. I'm unstable again, depressed again, rejected by people AND Tafe, and generally going nowhere fast, drinking by myself until the wee hours in my room. I need to get clean, get out, do something good with my life, and THIS is my opportunity.
If it falls through, I don't know what I'll do.
Anyway, I had, like, 4 hours sleep last night... I'm going to bed now.