Another Weekend Thriller:

Faithful bloggian, I am again away for another weekend. I would like to keep you up to date, but it will have to wait until I can paste this file into the text field.

It is currently Saturday 4:53 PM and I am at the Green residence, my second home-away-from home. I loves the Greens, I'm truly blessed to be Brent's roommate and be connected to such a fun-loving, Godly family. Now that I have sung sufficient praise, I'll tell you what I?m up to, have been up to, and will continue to do.

Thursday/Friday:

A sigh of relief and oh man that hurts.... it is Friday and I am in pain. Last night, I had the closest experience to pain and death that I have ever had in my life.... in other words, I went snow boarding. I think I spent the first hour and a half of our four hour trip consecutively falling. I think that there was once that I almost snapped my right leg in half. However, let me back up a few steps. I have never been on a slope in my life. I was expecting to go and rent some "snow-blades" or ski and learn simple stuff. Nice try, not gunna happen. You see, my "natural skis" (big feet) were too big to fit the boots into the bindings on the snow blades or skis. At first, I thought that the dude was raggin? on my cuz Brent had just been at the counter. So there I was, thinking that Brent had told the guy how nervous I was and was giving me a hard time.... wrong again. No skis or snow blades were big enough to fit my natural skis. At this point, I'm freaking out thinking, "Ok, so I spent $15 to sit in a ski lodge for 4 hours?" My last ditch effort was to attempt snow boarding. I have never felt so awkward in my life. I'm not talking awkward as in the type of awkward you feel when you tell one of your close friends of the fairer gender that you have feeling for them, but the type of unnatural awkwardness of inverted gravity. I felt so weird trying to balance myself on this thin board. My first thought was, "Not a problem, I'll go with the flow and learn, I mean come on, I've PLAYED the snow boarding games, piece of cake." I was so wrong. First off, connect into the board, manage to stand up and fall immediately on my face. This cycle repeats for a while. I felt a great sense of accomplishment when I finally was able to hold on to the little handle thing that pulls you up the bunny hill, without falling over. The problem with this was that as soon as I got up there , I'd fall over. "I'm too top heavy for this!", I screamed inside my head. At this point I sat down at the top of the hill... until Jetchick showed up. What I didn't realize is that Dude has 4 years of ski instruction under his belt and I've only got about 45 minutes of standing and falling until mine. I think that it was the most humbled and embarrassed that I'd ever felt in my life! He didn't seem to think so though. Somehow, I managed to do better at snow boarding than he has. Of course, this is after he gave me a pep talk and put up with my whining and tears. I learned to stop. Not only stop, but steer. In a semi-pissed tone he says, "Let me guess, you're one of those people that picks up things easy, right? How long did it take you to pick up the bass?" Sheepishly, I answer, "A week." At this he yells, "Get your butt back up that hill, we're going down again." Each time I went down was a time that I fell less and therefore, had to get up less. After a few runs, Katie came over with Jonnie Sherwood. Somehow, after a few runs down the bunny hill, Katie convinces me that the real hill would be fun. Here is where more falling and almost death come in:

the ski-lift.

Getting on the lift was a trial enough. At first, Jetchick say, "All you gotta do is just stay on your board and let the lift pick you up off the ground." Simple enough, right? Wrong! I think just about every story that I've heard about first trips skiing or snow boarding, the person tells how they fall off the ski lift. Well, I never made it on the first try. The guy even slowed it down and what do I do? Oh, just catch up leg under the lift and had it drag me a few feet. No harm done, only to my pride. I stand up and see a whole line of people and I think mischievously to myself "you can make this situation either humiliating or hilarious." So I get back up, wave to the crowd and say "It's alright! I'm fine, I'll be here all night!" I manage to get on the lift the next try and start freaking out..... I am many feet in the air and there is nothing but air... and a small lap bar. I am freaking out and Jetchick is doing his best to keep me calm... Meanwhile, Katie and Jonnie are in the lift behind me singing to me "Damie-on, Damie-on, you are great, Damie-on! You fall over, but get back up, you are cool and do neat stuff. Damie-on, oh Damie-on!... " and so the song continued...the WHOLE WAY UP THE LIFT! I felt so encouraged by it. Even though it was majorly silly, I was touched that they cared enough to encourage me instead of make fun of me...(thanx guys)... So make it down the hill, falling many times and having trouble getting up a few...but I made it down the first time.... I go down twice more! Oh man! I started getting better! I actually enjoyed myself! Woh, I had a great time!

But as for Friday morning, I was in pain. It hurt to move. I struggled through my routine and classes and work. At 2:30, I was ready to be done, but I had one last class to attend. I was so bored. On a cool note, I ended up delivering a customized container of white Skittles to K8e. It was funny to see her reaction to it. Not only did I customize the container, but also also filled it with her favorite mint Skittles: the white ones. During class, we passed notes and had a grand old time talking back and forth through a piece of paper. It was funny the first time I got it because it said: "Damien: 26 Western St., Stairs Hall #205, back row, blue shirt, white computer." so I responded to the letter and sent it to "Katie: 26 Western ST., Stairs Hall #205, second to last row, Black shirt, white Skittles, pink mittens".... good times.

Saturday:

Friday's predicament of pain and stiffness continued into this morning! I seriously could not move, it took alot to get me out of bed! However, I managed to get up, go through my daily routine and get some eats. Not a whole lot has happened today, just kinda chillin out at the Green's phat, placiale estate. Again I state my earlier praise, this place rocks socks! I had waffles this morning! I adore waffles... anyway, on a sweet note for the day, I was able to start and finish my next inductive's highlighting! WOOOOHHHOOOO! Points for me! So, now that I am on my high horse, I'm going to save the universe.... I'm playing Halo.

*after the Halo break*

Just sitting around chilling right now... and I'm thinking... that activity normally gets me into trouble. I know that this is gunna sound really lame, but I truly miss some people right now. Friends, family...you know the drill.... but for now, I sit and wait and pray.

Sunday:

I again restate my same claim as I did last Sunday: I really don't enjoy going to the church here. It isn't that I'm opposed to church, its just that this one is a bit dead. One this that I enjoy about it is that the pastor reminds me of Vicceni from the Princess Bride! I was waiting all sermon long for him the scream out in one of his tangents of excitement "Inconceivable!" Anywho, not a whole lot more to write about. I am going to enjoy some home-cooked lunch and my last hours of freedom.

Damien out
"See ya starside!"