Good day

now im no profound writer, as most of u know from reading my stupid uncontributing posts, but ill try. its really fucking long tho, and its not that interesting, so read if u dare

Today was probably one of the best ski days, no best days of my life. I woke up this morning thinking that I should just go back to sleep and not ski today. I thought ‘I never get any better than what I am and I probably never will, skiing is just a lost cause for me.’ I somehow managed to drag myself out of bed and got ready to go up. The entire time sulking and just wishing my life just ended. I felt like that because of girl and school problems, but that’s another story. The only thing that got me to get in the car and go to the mountain was the thought that I might learn something today, and I did, in both skiing and in life. So I walked to the bottom of the lift thinking the same things as I usually do. ‘Why are those people looking at me,’ ‘why am I even here, I’m really just a poser who can do a few things.’ I got on the lift alone, having not seen any of my friends. I rode up and heard the same dumb tourist talk about how the snow is too icy and its cold. All I was thinking of is how this was just going to be another ski day, nothing special. So I decided to take a run through the little park to wake me up. I just did my normal thing down to it, not really thinking about anything, not really having fun. I got to it and found the usual crowd of kids who were there to learn new stuff. I wondered why they were even there. No one was there teaching them, and they weren’t getting better fast at all. So I just went through and did my normal thing, but something changed about me. I hadn’t skied in a week and I must have forgotten the limits that I put on myself subconsciously, and I just started doing stuff I normally wouldn’t try. Nothing great, but I was doing some new stuff. So I began to get the natural high that I get when there’s nowhere I would rather be than where I am. So I began to get really stoked on skiing. I didn’t care about finding any of my friends because skiing was just so fun, and with no friends there was no bullshit, just skiing. Throughout the day I just kept taking runs doing what I wanted to do not caring about anyone else. I’d see some people that I didn’t know and just talk to them as if we were friends because I knew that we were up there doing the exact same thing, skiing, the sport we love. Then I started to notice some kids that were sitting in the park for a while not doing anything. I went over to them and asked them what they were doing. They just said they were learning to slide rails. I told them they’d probably be better off in the beginner park. They said they wanted to do the big stuff. I told them they could get hurt, but I decided to give them some tips anyway. So I kept going along, skiing, each run trying something new and more challenging. Before I knew it the end of the day came, and all that was open was the little park. I started taking runs through it, working on my technique on everything I was doing. I realized I had learned a lot today. Then, I saw the kids I had helped earlier. They were sliding the flat rail in the park. It amazed me that they pushed themselves that far in a day. I left thinking of how I couldn’t wait to ski tomorrow. I realized then just how much skiing impacts me. It’s the barometer of my life. I need it more then anything else.


i know its kinda dumb and i dont care if u read it or respond, but i needed to say it to someone and most of my friends would call me a fag if i said somthin like that to them.
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Alex

Screw Moseley!

Guerilla Trooper of the Silent Army

::Viva la Resistance!::