My highlight of the whole semester was seeing Shaun White playing on the half pipe in Whistler a few days before the opening ceremonies. He inspires me like none other. He does things on a snowboard that seem completely impossible. Also, I was caught in some pow up to my neck in the backwoods trying to dig myself out and this guy with one leg comes ripping by me on a ski. Anyhow I realize I take my legs for granted and think the paralympic athletes deserve just as much credit if not more then the regular athletes. I learned quite a bit about myself on the mountain this year. Blackcomb glacier has got to be one of the most beautiful places on earth. I thought I was an island girl for life, but this kind of spiritual lovin makes me think that I can't live without the unknown peace of a snowy forest. I made the mistake of cheering on team USA in the hockey finals at the bar, and almost got beat up. I took not one picture of the olympics. So I am posting others pics. My bestie and I saw John Mayer in concert and pretty much died. He was on his knees stroking the guitar on the ground at the end. He told me my body was a wonderland. I have been lovesick ever since.
The reason I stopped blogging is because I never censor what I say, and it could be used against me. I deleted all the bitchy stuff. I won't loose my blunt sense of humor, but think a bit more about what I say on here. And I'm not going to talk about drugs or how wasted I got last night.
