That's right, I said it, I love my fucking life. I should probably stop here, but I'm not going to. Tonight as I was making the hour and fifteen minute drive home from skiing I was thinking about this. First I started thinking about material things... I have more skis than I know what to do with, hell I could ski a different pair of skis pretty much every day of the week. I have two cars, albeit one is old and one has 135000 miles on it, but still I'm only 22. I went on and on listing things in my head, all the while thinking about how truly lucky I am.
After counting everything I owned, I went a little deeper. I don't have financial problems like the ones potentially facing friends. Through other's good will and luck of finding incredibly well paying jobs (which send me to France), I'm going to graduate in May with zero debt. I'm fortunate to be able to call my two brothers my two best friends. I really have no worries in my life when I compare to the problems facing my younger brother because of disabilites or when I compare my problems to the problems facing friends who are currently serving in Iraq.
Then there's skiing. First, let me mention that where I ski cannot be classified as a mountain, nor can it be called a hill. It is a 300 ft valley with corn fields on top and corn fields on the bottom. Since it opened in November, we've recieved about 6 inches of snow (about 10% of the yearly total of 60 inches) and probably 4 inches of rain and yet I still go 2 or 3 times a week. Skiing is like a drug for my soul, but without any bad effects, except maybe worse grades. A good day of skiing will leave me giddy like a 12 year old school girl and a bad day still normally leaves me feeling good. It doesn't matter right now that my highlight for the night was skiing through the park, yelling "check me out, this is going to be sweet" to no one in particular and then busting the biggest daffy any 8 year old Minnesota snowboarder has ever seen. All that matters is that I will be in Jackson in 3 weeks, then going to Utah for Str8line's camp, and then who knows after that.
My life does not suck in the least bit and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm sure some of you will see this as nothing but worthless drivel clogging up this server, but I hope it isn't many. I do truly mean this. I'm going to the bar now to sip $1 beers with my friends. Let the heckling begin.
PS. If I happen to ski with any Utards while I'm there and they mention how bad the snow is, I'm going to forcibly remove their skis and beat them similar to the McConkey/Machette commercial.
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