brunhilde

okay so today was my first time on the slopes for a good 2 years now. felt a bit rusty but its just like riding a bike. snapped on my skis, stuck my poles in, pushed, and off i went. i was skiing with my cousin today, he was snowboarding, i was on my skis. we skied hard and fast. we did however call it quits early so he could drive back down to vancouver.

my legs are sore, they haven't gotten a workout like this since well... the last time i had sex? okay i lie. they've been worked harder since the last time i had sex. for lunch i had poutine and a chilli burger.

the weather today was beautiful. blue skies, the sun was out. the sun was softening the snow so it was just right. unfortunately it does mean that if tmrw isn't sunny and it doesn't snow tonight its going to be so icy tmrw. oh well. i'll deal with it.

drove to the village this evening so i could use the computer and blog this stupid blog. so rusty at driving in canada. i get into the car, 1978 volvo named brunhilde. i walk to the wrong side of the car to start off with. i figure it out, sit down and took a deep breath. i pull the choke (yuhuh, the car has a manual choke), floor the accelerator and crank the engine. yay it started. i feel the engine dying so i pull the choke out some more and floor the accelerator. my dad comes out and tells me what DOESN'T work and pretty much gave me a list of things and instructions that was longer than the bible. convinced i could get the car down to the village without any hiccups, i put the car into reverse and backed the car up. i pull up to the main traffic light and theres a hitch-hiker. i think about picking him up, but then i realise it would be mighty embarrassing picking up a hitch-hiker in a car that barely drives. so i decide not to, and at that point the engine dies. i pull the choke out again, floor the accelerator and crank teh engine. i notice the hitch-hiker has pulled his arm in and decided that hopping into my car was a bigger gamble than waiting out in the cold for another car. oh i should mention also that on the way to the village, a car turned left infront of me and i nearly ran into him, only because i was hesitant to slam on the brakes incase the engine stalled and i'd have more difficulty starting the engine again.

i've thoroughly enjoyed myself so far, but missing friends so much.

hmmz. other news: i came out. to my mother.

it was kinda disappointing, and somewhat frustrating. I was just talking about imma and dean and telling them how they were going and what we've been doing lately.

mum: is imma your girlfriend?
me: no
mum: is imma dean's girlfriend?
me: no
instead of asking the only other combination, she asks "are you gay?"
me: huh? what? does it matter? yeah...
mum: you know why i thought you were...
me: isn't it obvious?
mum: no do you know why? i found porn...

it was mum's way of saying "i told you so. i told you you were gay" and having the last laugh as she always has to.

she then told me to be careful because "anatomically its not meant to be..." i quickly agreed and tried to change topic. last thing i wanted was a sex talk from my mother...

i feel somewhat disappointed that it was all a bit too easy. oh well i guess i should be thankful.

another big day tmrw. going skiing with my parents. but i think i'll ditch them at midday. ski by myself. and then maybe, hopefully, a hot boy will ski into me and then will have to tend to my cut lip and hurt finger by taking me home and having hot sex with me. goddamn the boys here are hot. and i am horny.

dean, my mother is getting you that magazine. she says its for your birthday. i almost told her she was being cheap, but then i realised you are probably the first friend of mine shes bought a gift for.