Eye of the storm?
This week's been really quiet. Not to sound horribly cliched or anything, but almost too quiet. There was the loan check at the begninning of the week and the subsequent phone call to dad but since then, there's been nothing. Exam week was easy, Edgar is alive and well and has three new fish buddies who also seem okay, I was really nice to everyone, I didn't sleep particularly well but I got a good amount of it and Matt's new office in the garage is almost done so I may have the entire basement to myself by spring break. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I'm a little creeped out.
Oh! And I got an outfit for Kelly's wedding for under $50 at JCPenney's and a new watch at Fossil for $10. I went in totally expecting to pay $40 on it and the only one I liked was one in the children's clearance section. It's pink with little blue star cut-outs. Really, the more impressive thing is that I found an outfit. The pants are cotton knit so I'm still keeping my eyes open for something a little more formal--really, you'd think formal black pants would be ridiculously easy to find and that's just not true at all--but the top is awesome. Plus, it has this pearl decloutage thing going on that's removable so if I ever go out...you know, like, if I try to resurrect my social life...I'll be good to go.
Ooh, I did contact an old friend the other day. I was really impressed with myself. I was thinking about going skiing some time over spring break and then I realized that it would be even better if I took someone with me. So I called Steph and left a message. She didn't call me back for a couple days so I figured she was on another coke binge but then she did call me back and sounded strangely sober. I hadn't heard anything about her in several months but maybe she's cleaned up. Anything's possible. But we're going skiing next Tuesday regardless, so yay for skipping Japanese class (it's okay; I cleared it with Sensei) to throw myself repeatedly down the side of a (hopefully) frozen mountain. I have to make myself some ski pants this weekend.
Has anyone been watching the Olympics? I just saw one of the slalom skiiers totally wipe out. I'd forgotten how dramatic falling could be. Snow spraying everywhere, legs contorted to crazy angles, bits and pieces of protective gear littering the trail, the whole she-bang. I made Mike come watch the replay because he's going skiing for the first time in a couple weeks up at Killington and he needed to know this would happen. I pressed the fact that not only can this happen, it will happen. You will wipe out, your leg will get pinned under your ass, your only means of escape will be to unlock your binding, and the only way you'll be able to unlock your binding is with the pole that's waiting where you abandoned it, 20 yards up the mountain where your fall began.
Mike was horrified but then the unlucky slalom girl got up and dismally stomped off the course, pissed but okay. This made Mike feel better and I decided not to point out that she was 10 years younger than him and far more limber.
Actually, that's got me worried a bit. Last time I went skiing I was 10 years younger and far more limber. Oh, dear.
Oh! And I got an outfit for Kelly's wedding for under $50 at JCPenney's and a new watch at Fossil for $10. I went in totally expecting to pay $40 on it and the only one I liked was one in the children's clearance section. It's pink with little blue star cut-outs. Really, the more impressive thing is that I found an outfit. The pants are cotton knit so I'm still keeping my eyes open for something a little more formal--really, you'd think formal black pants would be ridiculously easy to find and that's just not true at all--but the top is awesome. Plus, it has this pearl decloutage thing going on that's removable so if I ever go out...you know, like, if I try to resurrect my social life...I'll be good to go.
Ooh, I did contact an old friend the other day. I was really impressed with myself. I was thinking about going skiing some time over spring break and then I realized that it would be even better if I took someone with me. So I called Steph and left a message. She didn't call me back for a couple days so I figured she was on another coke binge but then she did call me back and sounded strangely sober. I hadn't heard anything about her in several months but maybe she's cleaned up. Anything's possible. But we're going skiing next Tuesday regardless, so yay for skipping Japanese class (it's okay; I cleared it with Sensei) to throw myself repeatedly down the side of a (hopefully) frozen mountain. I have to make myself some ski pants this weekend.
Has anyone been watching the Olympics? I just saw one of the slalom skiiers totally wipe out. I'd forgotten how dramatic falling could be. Snow spraying everywhere, legs contorted to crazy angles, bits and pieces of protective gear littering the trail, the whole she-bang. I made Mike come watch the replay because he's going skiing for the first time in a couple weeks up at Killington and he needed to know this would happen. I pressed the fact that not only can this happen, it will happen. You will wipe out, your leg will get pinned under your ass, your only means of escape will be to unlock your binding, and the only way you'll be able to unlock your binding is with the pole that's waiting where you abandoned it, 20 yards up the mountain where your fall began.
Mike was horrified but then the unlucky slalom girl got up and dismally stomped off the course, pissed but okay. This made Mike feel better and I decided not to point out that she was 10 years younger than him and far more limber.
Actually, that's got me worried a bit. Last time I went skiing I was 10 years younger and far more limber. Oh, dear.