I guess I should fill you all in on the week of happenings between my birthday and the beginning of this blog. My birthday was on the 28th of February and a lot has happened since then.
Sunday
To begin with, I spent the entire day of my birthday in bed feeling like I was going to puke my guts up. I apparently had an allergic reaction to MSG in some of the Chinese food I ate (needless to say I will not be having any Chinese food any time soon). The worst part was that my best friend was staying over at my house and I couldn’t do anything with her; although, she did come into my room and convince me to eat dinner and cheered me up. I ate a potato. Then my mom, in an attempt to make a cake I could actually eat, (as I cannot have chocolate [my favorite type of cake] or cream cheese [my favorite type of icing]) brought out an angel food cake with some sort of melted pink toping. She had attempted to mix ReddiWip, sugar and frozen strawberries to make a more delicious desert. Unfortunately it didn’t quite work out but the bite that I took was quite delicious and I did get to blow out candles… and my mom sang about the 100 beers I cannot drink. It’s cool though; she tries.
Monday
So the next morning, after being up with horrible stomach discomfort most of the night, I was force-fed some applesauce and a scrambled egg and got in the car and drove four hours to a hotel for my birthday snowboarding trip. Running, by this point, only on applesauce and pretzels we drove another half hour to campus and visited some of my friends only to find out that half of them are gone because it was mid-term break starting Wednesday.
My friend, Dee, and I visited my ex boyfriend. He had a motorcycle on the living room. Apparently it had crapped out for some reason and he wound up partially wreaking it. This being the same ex whose old Bronco had some sort of problem and wound up going off a cliff. I’m really starting to think that he is not to be trusted with heavy machinery. We spent some time laughing about our past relationship, and making me blush like a teenage girl in a porn shop. Dee really got a kick out of it. Oh I forgot the most important part! I got $1 crown at Wal-Mart that lights up and I was wearing it because it was freaking awesome.
Tuesday
Onward, the next day I had another breakfast of champions: a cup of applesauce and a ginger ale and then it was off to the slopes. We got there and I changed into my awesome 80s snow pants/bib thingy that were baby blue bell bottoms and rocked it hardcore while Dee pulled off an awesome 90s look. Yeah, we looked awesome. So we went to our first lesson, because neither of us had ever snowboarded before and we weren’t about to kamikaze it down the hill and hope for the best (not that we never run headlong into something we are unsure of but usually breaking out necks isn’t a probable outcome so precautions were taken). So after a short bicker with the snowboarding instruction over who is Kris/Chris, we learned the proper way to fall, and skate and how to use the toe side edge and he heel side edge and then we were on our way. Going up and down the bunny slope along with the little kids we had continually attempt to avoid like landmines. Of course I felt like a rock star because I didn’t fall once that day and I really got the hang of carving and such. We only had one foot in the bindings.
Unfortunately it had been snowing the entire time we were there and my old Honda civic only has two-wheel drive so you could see the problem forming. To get out of the parking lot we had to go up and over the top of the mountain, and then there was a three-mile decent to the bottom of the hill. So after a failed attempt at getting out of the parking lot I backed back into the spot and waited, flipping out because I’ve only ever had bad driving experiences with my car and the snow (the front bumper can attest to that). So I called my dad, who had his driving test in a blizzard in New York for some help. After getting a less that convincing response I freaked out a little more before a beloved plow truck came by spewing gravel out behind it. I started to follow it up the hill moving slowly behind another car but unfortunately half way up the hill another car had gotten stuck already and a second car had slid off the side of the road so after backing back down to the nearest parking spot Dee and I waited yet again for a gravel truck. After what seemed like forever another one came through and we finally made our daring escape at snail speed. The whole four-mile trip from the slopes to the hotel took us a good hour and a half from our first attempt to our actual arrival (a good way to waste an afternoon).
Wednesday
I slept like a baby that night; I mean out-cold dead-to-the-world-could-not-disturb-if-you-wanted-to. It was awesome. But the morning came all too quickly. And after another breakfast of champions and the fastest packing job in the world we were back on the slopes for a second day of snowboarding.
We killed the hour before our lesson conquering the bunny slope again and realizing how tired our muscles were. I took my first fall (intentional) avoiding the pile of people who decided to gather at the bottom of the slope while I was trying to go down it. Little did I know, this was to be the theme of the day.
The instructor was quite cool and was more than ready to get us on the lift and down the easy hill with both feet in the bindings. After a quick lesson on how to get on the lift and how to get off we made it up to the top of the hill. Excited and a little nervous we started practicing carving and then using the toe and heel side to go down the hill slow. We both fell, a lot. And when I say a lot I don’t mean like 20 times, I mean at least 10-15 times every time we went down and it sort of escalated every time we went down falling more and more. We were pretty glad it was just packed powder and not ice or we would have been way more bruised than we are. I spent a lot of time on my knees; I’ve even got a bruise to prove it (my knee is very pretty colors still). But it could have been a lot worse I suppose, I could have spent a lot of time on my face (which is luckily unharmed). By the last trip down the hill we were having a lot of trouble getting up off the ground after every fall, my legs were burning and felt like jelly but I just couldn’t stop myself (what can I say I’m a glutton for punishment).
Finally, after falling down repeatedly while trying to get up, we threw in the towel for the day and decided to go home, all the way home. Some Zaxby’s on the tummy and a four-hour drive and I could hardly walk when I got out of the car again.
Thursday
After another dead-to-the-world sleep I woke up and went up to the mall for a haircut (because I was about ten minutes away from cutting it myself and although that would have been humorous for the rest of you I though I’d let a professional handle it or I’d have a buzz cut right now). No lie, I absolutely love it.
So feeling cocky and confidant I met my mom for some jeans buying (because suddenly all of my jeans are baggy on me and I don’t know why, it might have something to do with the not eating for 3-4 months). So I started to try on jeans to find out that I have actually dropped a pant size (you wouldn’t believe all the awesome pose striking and the happy-jumpy-dances I did). Anyways, after a tiring shopping trip and not grabbing lunch in hopes of catching dinner at a reasonable hour, I ventured back to my car.
Unfortunately I found that my beloved old Honda had been broken into and someone had taken both of my iPods and had attempted (quite unsuccessfully might I add) to take my radio. So after about ten minutes of freaking out and feeling violated I went about the tedious task of reporting the theft. After explaining my story about three times over to the mall cops they went about trying to get the video and such of the theft only to find that my itty-bitty Honda was hidden behind an SUV on the camera. I then attempted to contact the police, during shift change (lucky me), to get someone out to report it so that in the off chance that one of the property crimes guys happens upon my iPod they will know it’s mine and return it.
After reminiscing about my iPods a little a realized that I would LOVE to see the face of the thief as he tried to pawn off my iPods only to have the guy explain that one is a piece of crap (due to an explosive lotion bottle incident) and they both have so much chick music on them they couldn’t possibly be his (I assume it’s a him because that’s the gender the cops referred to him as). Oh get this, when the police officer got there to my car to do some fingerprinting (which turned up nothing, unfortunately) he was like “I think he had a crush on you” (referring to the mall cop dude). It was a bit of an ego boost.
Anyways, after the break in fiasco I met my roommate at the mall with her brother and we had dinner, and I found a totally awesome belt on clearance at Hot Topic (yeah I know what you’re thinking but IT’S TOTALLY AWESOME AND SO SHUT YOUR FACE! XD). And my roommate found an awesome Kermit the Frog hat (I don’t think you can get much more win than that).
So then I met up with Dee again, cause she left some clothes in my car all bundled up like an Asian lunch and needed them back. So instead of just returning the clothes we decided to go to a movie too. After being interviewed by her parents as they staggered around imitating my dizziness problem I had (which let me tell you was HILARIOUS, not me them) I watched her put on some make-up and played with her fat but adorable kitties. Then we went to the movie theater, unfortunately we were 30 minutes early and at the wrong theater to see Alice in Wonderland… so instead we watched Cop Out. Although definitely on the list of bad movies it was still hilarious, I giggled through most of it.
Friday
Friday was rather uneventful (thankfully) I got lunch with Dee and then we spent some time looking for some red shoes for her (to no avail) before returning her home so she could go back to her apartment the next day (a nice 2 hour drive my favorite part is the return drive when you first get on I-40 that says how many miles away California is). I then spent the rest of the day reorganizing my iTunes, downloading the free download of the week, and making brand new playlists. All of that was before rediscovering Tokio Hotel and my inner fan girl (I had a moment, and then it passed XD).
Saturday
I spent most of Saturday coding my blog layout just to realize that I have to pay to upgrade. I might eventually consider it but as of right now I am claiming broke college student status and will deal with a pre-made layout until I get a job.
Sunday
So far today I spent some time talking to my sister, who is in Africa and looking at pictures of her doggie’s puppy (which I have claimed as mine XD). He’s a fat kid, which makes me happy. And he’s freaking adorkable. There will be pictures eventually.
I do sincerely apologize for the length of this, I never realized that my week was THAT eventful, but I guess so.
Much Love,
Kris-Kris
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