:: Thursday, April 07, 2005 ::

Sick again.

It seems like I am always sick. One thing ends and another begins. I would appreciate a little time without pill-popping or sniffling or discomfort or whatever. But then again, I could be sick with something serious. So thank god for head colds.

This weekend will be the first in a while that I haven't run off to Whistler. I'm saddened by the thought that Blackcomb will be closed by the time I return. I thought I was getting bored with it, until a certain someone forced me to challenge myself and realize that I had just been doing the same thing time and time again. So this weekend I learned that I can 180, 360, ollie/jump, and ride switch. I didn't learn how to do it. I learned that I already knew how. Strange.

So spring is quickly approaching and a trip to Salt Spring is in order. I miss the place, a little.

2 classes down, 2 to go. Final studio art project was extremely well received. Now the scary work begins.

Thinking of all the wonderful things I could do once graduation is over. Considering cruise ships for the tax-free American salary and lack of rent/food expenses. 6 months and I might even have savings in my "savings" account.

Life is so much easier when you have things to look forward to. Travelling. Changes. Something other than the long road of the same old something you've always been doing, that disappears on the horizon, that only gets pushed away the more you drive down it.

Horizon Pushers: title of my first novel, perhaps?

I'm blabbing. As usual.


~song~ Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter

:: Katy 2:18 a.m. [+] :: ::