Muffins can be both angelic and EBUL. Bewarebeware. <3
The above title makes absolutely no sense. Just like your face. 😉
Anyway, back to the ski trip.
(This is a Trina divider, btw. ^_^)
Cool, huh? 😀
Don’t cha wish you had one? 😀
Well you can’t. ‘Cause I made it.
And you aren’t gonna make me do one for you.
Why am I talking to myself and playing with mah new dividers, instead of typing up the ski trip?
‘Cause I can, that’s why. But seriously. On with the ski trip.
On Tuesday, what was left of the snow turned to smush. That did not please me, especially because yesterday was at least ice. My intense falling had led to multiple bruises on my arms, my legs and yeah, my butt.
By Tuesday I was already starting to feel feverish but I ignored it. ‘Cause who the eff gives up by the second day? NOT TRINA YAU. <33
So I carried on, butt bruises, fever and all.
Not such a smart move, I admit.
On Tuesday we mostly did the wood runs. Like Deer run, this epic trail through the jungle forest and Half moon, quarter moon and full moon. And we kept doing the Montrealer as well, much to my epic, epic, epic dismay. It got better though. I still fell down with everyone else at one point but it was still a-okay.
Anway, we were going down this wood thing when ALL OF A FREAKING SUDDEN, we stopped. Then Max pointed at a small path leading down. Like, almost straight down.
Only like, 4 of us volunteered. Nat (Snowboarder), this year 10 girl, Saskia and me. The rest went down an easier way. What the hell was I thinking? No seriously, what the hell was I thinking. The skateboarder went down first. Jesus. >_< The y10 girl went next and fell down before she even got to the the start of the path. She was that scared of having the same fate as Nat. >_< She pretty much change her mind after falling down 3 times, all at the beginning and decided to slide down.
Then, there were two.
I went. I fell. I kicked butt.
No seriously. In my picture, there’s a rock. I pretty much fell there and my ski got trapped under it, buried uder a mountain of snow. It took a couple of minutes to get it out and get up. Then, I skid.
I was actually proud of myself- I managed to ski pretty well for about 3 seconds. Then I freaked. And down I go, tumbling backwards. I lost my first pole about 5 metres above, leaving it jutting out pretty comically. The other one was about a meter above the ground. During my dignified descent, I fell through about 4 trees.
Yay me. >__>; But Max managed to get my poles for me and stuff and we skid through the trees into the OPEN AIR. ❤ I managed to do it, btw! XD
Oh. My. God. This is it! The nearly half-week mile! Unfortunately, something bad happened. Something weird. Something…
Utterly flippin’ hilarious.