...the operative word being 'was.'
It was just one of those days. I stayed up late last night doing homework, then woke up at 1:30 in the morning with the worst headache I've ever had. I couldn't get back to sleep. Things went downhill from there. I went from class to class finding out about homework I didn't do, tests i hadn't studied for, etc. When school finally ended, I went to crew. It was pissing rain, so we all got wet, cold, etc. and then worked out really hard. I'm running on about two hours of sleep. Oh yeah, and no lunch, because I forgot it. Shitty day, right?
HELL NO! I get home from crew, and my mom hands me my mail. On top is a letter from some college that I will never go to in Louisiana, so I threw that away. Underneath was... POWDER! Right then, the day got better. The moment I lay my eyes on that beautiful, beautiful cover, I forgot that my day had been bad. Of course, i put the rest of my mail down to read some of it.
Then I got back to looking at my mail. Immediately under the POWDER mag was a bulky envelope from Crystal Mountain... my season pass! SUPER stoke. It turned into a really good day immediately.
What was under that? My fucking Alpental pass! I almost wet my pants. I am now sitting at my computer, staring down the barrel of a fat essay, running on two hours of sleep, after a shitty day... and I can't stop smiling.
God, I love skiing.
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