Tuesday, December 21, 2004
three days is not really such a long time...
Although I guess when you're used to reading my blog every day it can be, so I will update you all (like all, 2-3-or-maybe-even-4-of-you) accordingly.
I went to an optional cheerleading practice on Sunday which the Boy had invited me to, and I got to throw some girls around and be a spotter for the first time. I didn't think I would be able to do anything at all the first time around, but I managed to get the girl (we'll call her Tiny) into the air (with a bit of help) and then hold her feet at shoulder level for a while, and then somewhat scarily get her down again. That move is called "hands" and I guess it's pretty easy by cheerleading standards, but it sure was hard on my shoulders and wrists and back and pretty much the rest of my body. Then I did something called a chair, where you have one hand under the girl's butt and the other hand holding her ankle and you lift her above your head. It's almost exactly as painful as it sounds.
Pain notwithstanding (or perhaps I'm starting to enjoy pain more) I had a great time, and was really eager to learn things and figure out how to do them right. Now if only I could switch that fucking class. My current prof says I can't, but the new prof says I can, so I am deeply confused.
Sunday night was my brother's 17th birthday, so we had some people over, including my cousins and their two little kids, 2 and 8 months, who are super-cute and are bigger every time I see them. I quite adore those kids but I must say I have a lot less patience for kids in general than I did when I was younger. I used to babysit and work at summer camp and day camp and volunteer at elementary schools and it was really great, but I'm just not as enthusiastic about it as I used to be. I thought the opposite would be true as I got older, but as I'm starting to enjoy adult life more (or at least 20-something life, relatively free of onerous responsibility) I'm now less enthused with the prospect of having to deal with kids. It's possible I'm just at the point where until I have my own kids, other people's kids are just not something I want to spend a lot of time dealing with. I'm okay with playing with them for a bit, but taking responsibility for them is more than I want at the moment. I didn't think this would ever happen to me, but it has. I'm starting to realise that I need many more kid-free years of life before I even consider having a family. Young motherhood is frankly looking like a nightmare to me at the moment.
So here's to birth control -- may it never fail.
Monday I went skiing at Whistler with my dad and brother, and though we were supposed to go for two days we came back Monday night because the snow was icy and practically non-existent in in parts and it wasn't terribly fun to navigate a giant, steep ice rink without skates. We saw about half a dozen people get carried down the mountain on stretchers, and needless to say we preferred not to be among them. I'm not paying $63 a day for the privilege of breaking both my legs.
I got Kun some underwear for Christmas, which I found coincidentally when I was out shopping. It was cheap and her kind of thing, so I got it. It's probably massively inappropriate to buy underwear for my boyfriend's female roommate, but I actually rather like being inappropriate. It's served me well so far. They were also too perfect not to buy. They had an anime picture of a girl dressed like a fox (Kun is half-Japanese) and said "foxy." Perfect since her cat back home is called Foxy Chicken (who knows why?). She was thrilled and left me a gushy voicemail message on my cell phone. That's probably what giving's supposed to feel like. That feeling is one of the few remaining aspects of consumerism-era Christmas that I truly enjoy.
The Boy is heading up north tonight to be with his family for Christmas, and I miss him already. That said, separation from him is much less painful than it used to be. Now I know I can do just fine if he's not around, but it's wonderful to have him around regardless since he makes my life so much more warm and fuzzy and exciting and just all-around better. I am a bit worried because he's going on some insane ice-climbing glacier trip after Christmas and I just want him to come back not only alive, but also healthy and un-frostbitten and with all his bones still together and in their correct alignment.
I stayed with him last night and we went to bed late and slept in...such a nice change from my 4-5-6-7 hours of sleep routine, although I am still in a constant state of exhaustion. Still, I could get no sleep at all at his place and still be pretty happy about it.
We went to the fantastically amusing Asian supermarket downtown today so he could get some last-minute stuff, and he filled a whole gift bag of presents for my family, which was lovely and unexpected. I pointed out to him that the cute little Mashimoro toys (Mashimoro, for those of you who do not live in a massively Asian-influenced city, is a cute little cartoon bunny with little pink ears that appears on everything from stationary to keychains, much like Hello Kitty) were stuffed into plastic bags where they couldn't breathe. So he rescued one for me and I got to take it out of the plastic and bring it home with me. It is white and fuzzy and has a little pink bow. I am such a suck but it's so sweet.
As we were heading out I told the Boy that all of Mashimoro's little friends were still inside encased in plastic and I was terribly sad that we could only rescue one. He replied "saving the world -- one stuffed animal at a time."
This just may be my new motto.
-N
