today as i was walking across campus i forgot to include one of the more memorable moments of my spring break. ok well that might not be completely true since it apparently was so memorable that i forgot it, but thats just semantics (am i using that phrase right? i never really know what it means).
so i was skiing on tuesday with some other kiddos and we went back in the trees and people were doing cool tricks and "bonking" a big pile of snow on top of a big ole stump. i am not one of the few who partake in this activity. my trick skills are limited. the last time i attempted a 360 i landed on my head. now you are thinking how does a trick that requires no deviation from a vertical alignment cause head-ground contact? well ya got me, hence, the last time i attempted it. i did do a 180 over break though and almost ate it so i will stick to being a noob and spread eagle my heart out. after watching the cool kids do tricks and film for a little bit i decided that instead of watching i wanted to go skiing, so i took off on my own for the rest of the day.
i made it down the hill no problemo and then got on the chair with some snowboarder dude. NBD. i was jammin to my tunes and i figured he was too. after about a minute he asked "so where are you from?" and i decided that i would try some small talk with him. now, understand this- i HATE small talk. i really dislike pointless social interactions with someone who i will never see again for the rest of my life. stacy tells me that i need to open up to people more and make small talk and stuff, so i decided to take her advice. at first this seemed like a fine idea. this guy on the chair is from arkansas and he and his frat bros drove up for 26 hours non stop to do some skiing in montana. we chatted for almost the whole way up and then when it seemed as though our little exchange had come to an end i went back to my ipod and just kinda sitting, normal chairlift behavior. then it comes..."i have a question that might seem kindof weird to you." OH GOD. this guy wants some money/he wants to know if i am secretly a youtube sensation/he wants to know if he can take me home, skin me, and then wear me as a coat. these thoughts and more go racing through my head. the pendulum swings back the other way- "are you religious at all?" HOLY JESUS!!!!!!!! i hate talking about religion with people i dont really know. i dont particularly like talking about it with people i do know. to quote my mother, organized religion gives me anxiety. as soon as this guy asks this question i feel my sphincter clench and i go into defense mode because i really dont know what else to do. my short terse answers that i am not and have not been since i was little and i am christian(ish) lead him to ask if i have been saved. do i want to be saved? do i know how to be saved? AWW HEEELLL NAW. but i cannot really say that politely to a christian frat boy from arkansas. he proceeds to tell me about opening up and having a conversation with jesus, all the while i feel as though my chest is being crushed and my head is spinning. this fucker has me cornered on a chairlift and he springs this shit on me!!! too high to jump off and i cant act like i'm deaf and dumb a tthis point because of our previous conversation. oh god oh god oh god aaaand finally i get off the chair.
i tell him to have some fun out there and ski off into the great white yonder, ipod still boppin and one way ticket to hell in my coat pocket (dont worry me and sarah got a 2fer1 rate- she posted a video of an autistic girl singing taylor swift on her blog!!!!!)
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