<long update part 1>
I really like living where I do.
Yesterday I went snowboarding with a group of pretty cool people and had a much better time than I thought I would. Despite my indulgence last night I woke up hangover free which was a very pleasant way to wake up, almost countering the 3 hours of sleep. I managed to finish the readings for my next final on the way there which was also bonus.
Once there, the harsh realities of the warm weather hit me. Ever imagined what snowboarding on cardboard would feel like? Go snowboarding on groomed, refrozen artificial snow first thing in the morning and you'll find out. Fortunately it broke up a bit towards the top and, once the sun had hit it, we were treated to some of the best spring skiing I've had in a long time.
I still prefer powder, but there's something cool about going for a day trip and skiing on a nice layer of snow one day and then going outside for a tan the next.
<long update part 2>
Tonight I went and watched some first year drama kids do monologues and thought it most cool. Highlights included my short, energetic friend delivering a most awesome, hilarious 10 minute piece and a fine young lady giving an upbeat "my summer jobs" talk. Pet stores and sex shops seem to be quite amusing places to be, if she's to be believed.
What struck me the most though was one of the kids who did a serious monologue. Whether it's true or not I don't know, but it was a first-person reflection of a guy with 6 last names in his immediate family due to parental changes. Generally I don't enjoy dramatic monologues... so often I find they just try too hard to make me care. This guy though... Truly a strong performance.
That said, I found "The Last Samurai" a moving, sentimental work so maybe my opinion is a little skewed. Or Tom Cruise is just that good looking. I digress.
I also saw a friend of mine from back in my drama days, which was interesting. She seemed truly glad to see me again; I am always astounded at how, despite being in the same city, we can go for 10 months without saying a word and yet the friendship remains. Not the closest of friends to be sure... but friends nonetheless.
I really like living where I do.
Yesterday I went snowboarding with a group of pretty cool people and had a much better time than I thought I would. Despite my indulgence last night I woke up hangover free which was a very pleasant way to wake up, almost countering the 3 hours of sleep. I managed to finish the readings for my next final on the way there which was also bonus.
Once there, the harsh realities of the warm weather hit me. Ever imagined what snowboarding on cardboard would feel like? Go snowboarding on groomed, refrozen artificial snow first thing in the morning and you'll find out. Fortunately it broke up a bit towards the top and, once the sun had hit it, we were treated to some of the best spring skiing I've had in a long time.
I still prefer powder, but there's something cool about going for a day trip and skiing on a nice layer of snow one day and then going outside for a tan the next.
<long update part 2>
Tonight I went and watched some first year drama kids do monologues and thought it most cool. Highlights included my short, energetic friend delivering a most awesome, hilarious 10 minute piece and a fine young lady giving an upbeat "my summer jobs" talk. Pet stores and sex shops seem to be quite amusing places to be, if she's to be believed.
What struck me the most though was one of the kids who did a serious monologue. Whether it's true or not I don't know, but it was a first-person reflection of a guy with 6 last names in his immediate family due to parental changes. Generally I don't enjoy dramatic monologues... so often I find they just try too hard to make me care. This guy though... Truly a strong performance.
That said, I found "The Last Samurai" a moving, sentimental work so maybe my opinion is a little skewed. Or Tom Cruise is just that good looking. I digress.
I also saw a friend of mine from back in my drama days, which was interesting. She seemed truly glad to see me again; I am always astounded at how, despite being in the same city, we can go for 10 months without saying a word and yet the friendship remains. Not the closest of friends to be sure... but friends nonetheless.
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stupid HMV.