So I just got back from skiing not too long ago. We went to south Lake Tahoe this year. We used to go there all the time cuz it's right on the border of California and Nevada, and so the hotels on the Nevada side all have casinos in 'em. So my parents would ski by day and gamble by night. Well, anyways, the trip was very much what I expected it to be; winter ski trips have been a family tradition for close to 10 years now I think. My brother & I switched to snowboarding somewhere in the middle, but other than that, very little has changed. I dunno, sometimes I think change is great, but it's times like these that I never want things to change. *sigh*

Well, this time, I tried a rail-ride (like a grind) for the first time ever. I thought it was really fun, and I think it's like my new thrill in snowboarding. I'm not that keen on jumps, so I guess this is one of the last things left for me. I dunno, I guess I kinda accept the fact that snowboarding is one of the things that I'll never be extremely good at- only mediocre. Excessive speed scares me, as does the uncontrolled feeling of hangtime in jumps. Yea, but I don't care; whatever makes ya happy, right? Oh, and I busted up my leg doing a rail-ride; my shin is all bruised now, blehhhh...

So while my parents were gambling, I went to the arcades. I only paid for $25 worth, but the employee screwed up and gave me $50 of credit on my card instead. So I played two nights instead of one. Hah, not to be sacrilegious, but I thought it was kinda like the Jewish festival of lights, where the oil that was supposed to last for one night ended up lasting for eight instead. Heh, well, I thought the similarity was amusing; perhaps my blessing was some sort of divine intervention, hahaha.

But yea, where there are casinos, there are also buffets. Every night after skiing, we'd hit up one of the many buffets and stuff ourselves. Ugghhh, I feel noticeably fatter now, hahaha.

I finally finished reading Catch-22 this vacation. I've read parts of it several times and written like 3 book reports on it, but never once finished the entire book, hahaha. Yea, it's a great story- underneath the laughs, is actually a pretty tragic story. So many people die. "War is hell."

Oh yea, and my throat is kinda hoarse all the time now. Like, I don't cough, and I don't really feel phlegm, but I can't talk at normal volume these days- it's frustrating. I think it might be related to that inhaler of mine that I thought was working wonders, hmmmm...