Daily Twaddle

I went snowboarding last week for the third time ever. I decided to force myself to go on the harder runs even though they scare me. I live by a new snowboarding motto: “This is not the bunny hill I want to die on.”

When we first arrived at the ski resort, Roch went to buy our lift tickets while I went to the rental shop to get my snowboard. As I was filling out the disclaimer form (disclaimer??? No - I’m not going to die today), Roch came in and told the attendant that he will pay for my rental while I fill out the form.

“Sure, no problem, how old is she?”

Oh my God. I haven’t had to tell anyone my age since I turned *ahem* thirty. And as I was milling over my possible answers, I realized that I would not be able to answer because the attendant asked Roch. Roch hesitated and then said “thirty.”

The attendant seemed confused, maybe he thought I was a youth or something. But I’ve spoken with Roch and we’ve decided that “twenty-ish” sounds best, so that will be our answer from now on. Adult would work fine too.

I gathered up my gear and headed out for a great day of adult snowboarding. Unfortunately, I ran into one of my nephew’s 12-year old buddies. He made some jokes as usual and then I came back with a blow that would rival any junior highschooler’s wisecrack… “Your mamma.”

We all laughed and spirits were high until he said “Wow… I’ve never heard a grown-up say that before.” Hold on. What do you mean grown-up? Oh jeeze! I’m a grown-up? No I’m not. And I wanted to throw a full foot-stomping tantrum and yell “I know you are, but what am I!” just to prove my point.

I’m half-way to sixty. Ouch.

Yes, that’s right folks. No more incredibly super long hair! But don’t worry, I donated it to locks of love.

I made the decision a while ago, but I finally grew the nuts to make it happen. I added some subtle highlights to keep up with the current trend.

The picture doesn’t really do the new cut justice. I added a sepia tone to the photo because my “Photo Booth” flashes this cold, blue, florescent-bulb cast over my face when it takes a picture. But we all know that a nice warm incandescent-bulb looks great. Sepia fixes the problem.

I’m totally pleased with the results. Why did I wait so long?

The title sounds more fun than the photo! Especially since I’m only putting one photo up. This is my friend Missy. My tricky friend Missy. You see…

We purchased a bottle of tequila for the New Year’s occasion. To sip. Just a few short drinks. Missy had her own “mixed drink” that she used as the reason for drinking a fraction of the shots she poured me. And I couldn’t pour the tequila back in the bottle from my dirty glass. What could I do? My hands were tied.

So, I “tied one on”. I had a good buzz and Tara made me dance. She has this awesome CD with boogie oogie oogie and car wash. I show off my sweet dance moves when funk hits from the ’90s start playing.

Everyone wants to get Roch drunk. And every time he explains that he doesn’t get drunk. Not because he’s against it or anything, but because he physically cannot make it happen. He’ll out-drink anyone around, but his mannerism never changes. Boring. Yet, everyone “wants to see him drunk”. That’s weird.

Which reminds me of my friend Geoff getting drunk and yelling Bonzai (he’s half Japanese - I guess it was funny at the time).

“Potatoe.”

It’s sad really. I can barely remember who was president during his vice presidency. Or the year he took office. But what an ass he was for spelling a word wrong. He is a vice president. How dare he misspell a word? I guess image is everything.

I read a British public opinion poll which rated the worst event in history. They chose Princess Diana’s death. Really? That’s the worst event? That’s all you can remember? Come on England!

If they don’t broadcast it on the news, do we just figure it worked itself out? Like the Thailand Tsunami. I remember it was such a big deal for like two weeks, and then nothing. And it’s not because of Katrina. The U.S. just stopped reporting about it. I remember wondering about the status?

And what about genocide in Rwanda? What about starving Somalians? What about the Malaysian floods? What about the Columbian drug wars?

All we hear about is Iraq. Or whoever else we plan on invading (Iran). Whoa, shut your mouth about North Korea. We only invade non-threatening countries. “Terrorist” is the new “Communist.” Whatever will scare us into compliance. It doesn’t need to be rational.

Do we really think the Nazis are the only ones with Propaganda? The news sucks. It’s partial and opinionated. But so is my memory.

I had some cavities filled today. My mouth is very numb. But soreness is starting to replace the numbness. I asked for composite fillings rather than those silver ones. I don’t think they like using the white ones. The white stuff stinks, by the way.

The campus has it’s own medical and dental clinic. Which is quite handy.

The dentist told me there is a chance I may chew my cheek to shreds. What? Holy shit. That’s scary. I’m trying to keep my mouth closed to avoid this problem. They said the numbness would go away in two hours, but we’re coming upon three and a half hours and I’m still pretty numb.

I have my last final tonight at 7pm. I need to eat before the exam, so hopefully I’m right as rain by then.