Journal

Day Nine- January 20th, 2003

             Okay, it's official, my bro is totally drugged out and high right now. He's singing theme songs while substituting 'stupid' for every other word.

           Anyways, came back from my skiing trip yesterday. I think I did pretty good. Except for when me and Arthur fell off the ski lift when getting off. That was quite a tangle. Then, I was doing pretty good on the slope, but I had to watch my brother too. So I tell him to be careful. I make sure he knows how to stop. I ask him if he needs me to hold on to him. He says "No!!!!!!!!!!" to every one of them. And you know the first thing he does? He falls, his poles fly backwards, and proceeds to slide all the way down on his butt. So, as I see him sliding to who know's where, I try to recover his poles. Result? I end up falling cause his poles were in soft snow.  I can't get up, so I have to take off my skis, and walk down to give my brother his poles. So, I give them to him. I say, "Wait here, don't you dare move, I'm gonna put on my skis." He says "Okay!!" I bend down. Next thing I know, I see my brother sliding down the slope, completing out of control, echoing "Noooo!!!!!!!". Now, I tried to quickly put on my skis, and rescue my brother, or rather, rescue all the other skiers and snowboarders from the wrath of my brother. I try to lift my foot, but somehow, it won't. Why you ask? It was stuck in this mushy slushy snow. So after about ten minutes, I finally get my skis on, and started going down. When I get near the bottom, I see my dad. As I come near him, I try  to stop so I could prevent crashing and sending my dad to the hospital. That wasn't a smart move. I end up falling, doing a 360 degree tumble. Huh. Don't you love skiing?