It is sad, I guess, but nothing makes me happier than getting comments on my journal. Now that there is that little box up right that says how many comments are posted- everytime I get a new one I feel all warm and bubbly inside.
So. I can't believe break has gone by so fast. On Wednesday, I'm seeing Gypsy w/ Bernedette Peters(!!) in NYC and I'm quite excited about that. Then I'm already off to Co on Friday morning.
I've never been skiing before... and at this moment I've decided I better like it because omg this "hobby" is expensive. I just hope I don't break too many bones while I attempt to ski. I figure I survived rollerblading around chicago when I didn't know how to stop, I can deal with a solo mode of transportation that can be stopped by falling sideways into soft snow (well, soft compared to the cement of the city streets.)
I still get a kick out of remembering the time this summer when I rollerbladed myself into a car. I was blading up by wrigley field to get to rehearsal for about face... and, mind you, at this point I already was pretty decent at stopping. It was sometime in the afternoon and I guess a Cubs game had just let out... so the streets were crowded and cars were coming out of every possible place. Well, I decided that the street was probably not too safe so I went on the sidewalk and bladed my way down to the corner. It didn't even occur to me that a car might speed out of the alley way without stopping to look first.
Well, the car did speed out and I was so close to the little drop that lead into the alley on the sidewalk that I couldn't stop myself in time. I did manage to slow myself down a bit before I went hands first into the car. I was slow enough where I basically softly let my hands stop me by resting on the cars window. The driver had this look of absolute terror in his face when he looked up and saw me. I felt pretty awful... so I apologized (I don't think he heard me) and then used my hands to guide me around the car and to the sidewalk on the other side of the alley.
Yes, my life is a situation comedy. No joke.
Anyway... if I survived that... skiing can't be too bad, right?
Or maybe I'll just spend the 9 days I have out there in keystone or whatever just sitting in the hottub and drawing pictures of the pretty mountains. Eh. Either way I'm sure it will be fun and relaxing. And I need "relaxing" before next quarter starts when I will be taking yet another 8 classes or so. Hmm. I wonder if they have any decently priced spas out there. I could sure use a massage... and being boy/girlfriendless, i can't get um' for free.
ps: remind me never to post my pics to lj's "nonuglylesbians" community again. Ouch. As if I didn't have bad enough self-esteem already. I give up. Urrrgh.
The thread of torture:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/nonuglylesbians/772758.html?view=14834070#t14834070
So. I can't believe break has gone by so fast. On Wednesday, I'm seeing Gypsy w/ Bernedette Peters(!!) in NYC and I'm quite excited about that. Then I'm already off to Co on Friday morning.
I've never been skiing before... and at this moment I've decided I better like it because omg this "hobby" is expensive. I just hope I don't break too many bones while I attempt to ski. I figure I survived rollerblading around chicago when I didn't know how to stop, I can deal with a solo mode of transportation that can be stopped by falling sideways into soft snow (well, soft compared to the cement of the city streets.)
I still get a kick out of remembering the time this summer when I rollerbladed myself into a car. I was blading up by wrigley field to get to rehearsal for about face... and, mind you, at this point I already was pretty decent at stopping. It was sometime in the afternoon and I guess a Cubs game had just let out... so the streets were crowded and cars were coming out of every possible place. Well, I decided that the street was probably not too safe so I went on the sidewalk and bladed my way down to the corner. It didn't even occur to me that a car might speed out of the alley way without stopping to look first.
Well, the car did speed out and I was so close to the little drop that lead into the alley on the sidewalk that I couldn't stop myself in time. I did manage to slow myself down a bit before I went hands first into the car. I was slow enough where I basically softly let my hands stop me by resting on the cars window. The driver had this look of absolute terror in his face when he looked up and saw me. I felt pretty awful... so I apologized (I don't think he heard me) and then used my hands to guide me around the car and to the sidewalk on the other side of the alley.
Yes, my life is a situation comedy. No joke.
Anyway... if I survived that... skiing can't be too bad, right?
Or maybe I'll just spend the 9 days I have out there in keystone or whatever just sitting in the hottub and drawing pictures of the pretty mountains. Eh. Either way I'm sure it will be fun and relaxing. And I need "relaxing" before next quarter starts when I will be taking yet another 8 classes or so. Hmm. I wonder if they have any decently priced spas out there. I could sure use a massage... and being boy/girlfriendless, i can't get um' for free.
ps: remind me never to post my pics to lj's "nonuglylesbians" community again. Ouch. As if I didn't have bad enough self-esteem already. I give up. Urrrgh.
The thread of torture:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/nonuglylesbians/772758.html?view=14834070#t14834070
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cindot:
i tried teaching myself to rollerblade once ( i bought a crappy pair at a thrift store last year) and i went in the park near my house. luckily there was weren't many people around because once i got the hang of standing up and going forward, i couldn't stop. i ended up coasting into trees or mud or whatever i thought would make me stop -without hurting too much by smacking into it. so, trying to get the hang of sports once you've past adolescence can be tricky, in conclusion. when skiing, please try to avoid trees (and cars!). happy holidays. 
oryx:
no program, just got up and went! i don't really like those group things, they tend to seperate you and prevent any real interaction.