Merry christmas eve, y’all!
I am packing as we speak for my ski trip to Winter Park, CO. If any of you guys are gonna be there this week, let me know! I honestly don’t really wanna go-at all…unless there is a promise of hot snowboarders and hockey players.
I mean, one plus side is that I’ll be in the mountains, and running there will put me in sooo much better shape for when I get back. Hopefully I’ll be able to break my 6:05 mile time.
But the other thing that sucks is as I am packing, I see that like NONE of my clothes fit anymore. And I’ve known this for a while now, but my parents won’t take me for new pants. Even my running tights, which are spandex and a size small are baggy on me, and my size 3 jeans are loose and I look like a retarded plumber when I put them on. My bras are even big on me now-which just flat out SUCKS. My parents responses were, “We just bought you new running shoes, so just fatten up and get back into those.”
Thanks guys…
But anyways back to this dumb family vacation. I asked for a new phone and clothes for christmas…and what do I get? a thousand something dollar ski trip. I asked for something way mother fucking cheaper, and I don’t even like skiing dammit! I really just like staying home for the holidays relaxing and hanging with my friends.
The plus side is I know a few of my guy friends were talking about having a welcome home party for me and one of my best friends Claire, who gets to spend her x-mas in Italy. Hot damn.
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