SKIING TRIP

Hallo, so this week i went on a ski trip I didn't wanna go on (Mostly because I got a bajillion tests to study for). This was all just for fun and because I wanna try blogging (+ not clogging up my friends' bullitens w my bullshit). It seems fun. By the end of this I might make another blog lol. 

Mon, Feb 24, 2025

Skiing fucking sucks

  for some damn reason, I was put with the advanced group. I am NOT advanced. I am only relatively decent at skiing. But the illiterate fuckhead only saw the 'advanced' in 'advanced beginner'. So there I was humiliating myself in front of a buncha people. It was honestly depressing. They even had to pull me aside and ask if I wanted to move to the less advanced group.

  Being honest the less advanced group was much more my speed. Except there was this one girl who made us wait like 5 mins cuz she couldn't get down a steep part. I think I felt like how the advanced group felt when they had to wait for me. Sigh. 

  When I got back to the hotel I was so fucking tired. So naturally I would just doom scroll as if that would cure my fatigue. 

(I don't remeber anything else that happened yeasterday so peace out :P)

Tue, Feb 25, 2025

I feel like I'm in 2020 again...

  This is only for the sole reasons I am dressed up as fucking Nepeta, reading Homestuck, LISTENING TO CAVETOWN, and drinking motherfucking monster. This fandom is a prison. LET ME OUTTLKASJHDLFKJASDHFKLASH/j

  I've never drank Monster before but istg it's so sweet and has that disgusting taste of electrolytes. I love it. no wonder my bitchass dad loves this shit. He's not actually my dad he just calls me his son. He's pretty much me but 10 billion times the freakiness and doesn't have cringe interests. Actually, he's just a regular teenage guy.

  Weird side tangent but I feel like being disgusting, sweaty, and horny (i.e. ye olde teenage dude and my dad) makes me feel so euphoric. Istg the time I was bordering on becoming an incel was the happiest time for me. That is NOT a good thing... I know that. But maybe that's just my warped view of masculinity.

  Anyway, I still have so many tests to study for: physics, psychology, business, math, and probably more I don't remember. Have I studied for any of them? Fuck no. But with all the free time I have I might as well. Plus I kind of have to.

  It's the afternoon now, so I'm writing this section. The morning skiing was okay, I guess. I've gotten a bit rusty since yesterday, so I assume it's fatigue. The slopes aren't too steep, so I was alright for the most part. But I still wanted to practice on my turns since I was super fucking tense the whole time and I was leaning back. 

  When we were heading back for lunch we all went down the snake path. Which was nice, I could get quite a bit of speed while it was still pretty shallow. But while I turned I didn't realize someone was behind me. Instead of turning to my right (away from the wall) they went left. So this person flew into the air and then fell. Fuck I felt so bad abt that. I apologized and offered my help.

  After lunch, we went back to skiing, on the same slope. I fell down much more. On the second run, I think, I stopped with the group. Then some guy crashed into me, then into another dude, so I was at the bottom of the dude pile. Istg I felt something inside on my hip joint. I fucking hurt when I moved it. It still hurts at the time of writing. 

  So now here I am, in my hotel room, writing this blog because my hip hurts like fucking hell. Even if I turn in bed there's a sharp pain. To be honest I don't want to ski tomorrow either. I know this is only the second day. I should be skiing more, making the most out of this trip. But god... I'm tired, my hips hurts, and so do my shins, even my arm for some reason!! 

  Sigh. I'll have an update after dinner. Until then, bye :o)

  It's after dinner now, and we all went to see Taiko (太鼓) drumming. Apparently, taiko is an umbrella term for any kind of drum. But for those outside Japan, it's referred to as wadaiko (和太鼓; Japanese drums). Historians (*cough cough* imsofullofshititsWikipedia *COUGH COUGH COUGH*) suggest that the taiko has Chinese and Korean influence dating back to the 6th century CE.

  Kumi-daiko (which is the performance) was first introduced in 1951 by Daihachi Oguchi. Since then many iterations spread across Japan. But the Kumi-daiko is the most prevalent; being introduced to countries such as the US, Australia, Canada, Taiwan, etc. 

  So, there's your little bit of history hehe :3 Who the fuck am I kidding this is a summary of the summary of Wikipedia.

  It was about a 10 min walk from the hotel. It was super fun. The guy (I really wish I hadn't forgotten his name) was really entertaining to watch. At first, it startled me with how loud it was, but I was still spooked when they banged it really loudly. Still, it was a very enjoyable experience.

  On the way back DAMN did everything hurt. I wanted to puke, my limbs were not working right, and I WANTED TO PUKE SO BAD... I don't want to go skiing tomorrow :o( I want a break... Those dickwads people at my school call the PE teachers will probably make me ski even more. I CANNOT ski. NO. I WILL FUCKING PUKE ON THEIR DAMN SKIS/SNOWBOARDS IF THEY MAKE ME SKI. HELLLLL FUCKING NO.

  This is like the third day here and I am fucking sick of it. LET ME OUT OF HERE *I cry banging on the walls of my padded box (my hotel room)*

  (P.S. The lead guy doing the taiko drumming called my teacher Tom Cruise. I totally see it.)

Thu, Feb 27, 2025

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  So you must be wondering, what about Wednesday? What about it? I forgot to make an entry. Mostly due to my tiktok rotted brain. That app just does wonders for you doesn't it? I'm lying, my life was better without it. 

  Skiing today was as usual, got moved down, AGAIN, do multiple runs in the morning, then leave in the afternoon because of some kind of injury that makes it uncomfortable to ski. Honestly I don't care about being moved down to the bottom of the barrel. If anything it's much nicer down below. But damn I always fuck up on the red tracks. I can't fathom what a black would look like. *Shudders.*

  Anyway, when I came back to the hotel. I was able to binge a few more episodes of House MD. Very interesting. However, on episode... damn... what was it? It was in season one, about a 9 year-old girl with cancer who got something wrong with her brain. But I was appalled when Chase kissed the bald bastard. Like... CHASE BRO. I didn't like him from the start being honest. But he just got worse. It was so disgusting. I had to pause and take a break because WHAT. EVEN IF THE GIRL IS DYING WHYYYY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?!?!?! 

  Absolutely insane behavior.

  I overheard that our flight got moved to earlier. Horray! The sooner I stop skiing the better. This morning, I told my teacher - no, promised - that I wouldn't ski for the next two years. I will stand by that. 

  Honestly this trip cemented my destain for sports and the outdoors. Although the view is nice, I don't appreciate my shins feeling like they can snap at any moment and my ankle hurting like a bitch. 

  This entry is so incoherent I'm sorry :o(