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Updates.
So thanks to the hooved demon (whom I love of course) I am resigned to spend summer inside waiting tables for some money to pay her injury tab. If anyone in the bethesda area has done restaurant work and wouldn't mind recommending me, I would be much obliged. NO I WILL NOT WORK AT GIFFORDS.
As bad as it sounds, I may end up liking this arrangement. It allows me to ride every day in the mornings, and then working and making lots more money at night. I am on the look out for a more show/eventing oriented barn for Mocha this summer to keep the ball rolling on her training. BTW I fell off her last friday, and the lesson was so horrible, and she was so surprised about how bad it was, that we have been set back several months in her training. Apparently she had forgotten what it is like to not be perfect, and her confidence has been shot to hell. But enough about the horse.
College. Interestingly enough, exactly what I most feared would happen, did. I have no niche. "The guys" as I called them have drifted southward into the land of masculine humor. I know precisely who's dick is bigger than who's, by how much, and who's dick has been in whom. Now, I can take this to a certain extent, but not all the time. Not to mention that I get back from riding after they all eat anyway. I don't really have anyone to hang out with now. But strangely, I am still fine. I am busy, never bored, and I know people like me, we just arent sitting around discussing american idol every day. Apparently, as long as I know people like me as a person, I dont really care how many hours we spend together brushing each other's hair. Not that some times that isnt good to have, but when it happens it will happen and then yay for me. In the meantime, I have Mocha and lots of friendly acquaintances to keep me company during the busy hours. And quiet evenings undisturbed to relax, work, and read.
So thanks to the hooved demon (whom I love of course) I am resigned to spend summer inside waiting tables for some money to pay her injury tab. If anyone in the bethesda area has done restaurant work and wouldn't mind recommending me, I would be much obliged. NO I WILL NOT WORK AT GIFFORDS.
As bad as it sounds, I may end up liking this arrangement. It allows me to ride every day in the mornings, and then working and making lots more money at night. I am on the look out for a more show/eventing oriented barn for Mocha this summer to keep the ball rolling on her training. BTW I fell off her last friday, and the lesson was so horrible, and she was so surprised about how bad it was, that we have been set back several months in her training. Apparently she had forgotten what it is like to not be perfect, and her confidence has been shot to hell. But enough about the horse.
College. Interestingly enough, exactly what I most feared would happen, did. I have no niche. "The guys" as I called them have drifted southward into the land of masculine humor. I know precisely who's dick is bigger than who's, by how much, and who's dick has been in whom. Now, I can take this to a certain extent, but not all the time. Not to mention that I get back from riding after they all eat anyway. I don't really have anyone to hang out with now. But strangely, I am still fine. I am busy, never bored, and I know people like me, we just arent sitting around discussing american idol every day. Apparently, as long as I know people like me as a person, I dont really care how many hours we spend together brushing each other's hair. Not that some times that isnt good to have, but when it happens it will happen and then yay for me. In the meantime, I have Mocha and lots of friendly acquaintances to keep me company during the busy hours. And quiet evenings undisturbed to relax, work, and read.