Monday, December 24, 2001
shiggty... shiggity.... SHWA
alright, back from whistler. fun trip, even though we got to stay one day less than was originally planned. that, and Jay Abroni made about $400 off this trip, no foolin. we added it up, and if he was actually telling us the truth about how much the place we stayed cost, which i don't believe he did, he made a shit load of money off of us. kind of a bastardly thing to do, in my opinion, but whatever. I'll just have to kill him or something.
anyways, i have been wanting to blog about one of the guys who came with us on the trip. no one knew him but Alyson, he was one of her friends from somewhere or another. anyways, he was 18, and kind of a jackass. i mean, we are pretty happy go lucky people, and he just kind of scoffed at us the entire time. one of the first comments he made was "alyson, how old are your friends?" way to go teen angst!!!! anyways, he struck me as one of those punk "don't look at me i'm depressed and my life in suburbia sucks" kind of people. with real problems you know, like how his mom wouldn't buy him that skater hoodie he wanted. after a while, i just kind of ignored him, and everything was cool. he didn't talk, i ignored, it was ok. but yeah, i didn't really like him, but he didn't detract from the trip at all, so i shouldn't really complain. he made one comment when i was in the hot tub that kind of pissed me off. i was telling him about how we were wandering around whistler villiage, and just happened to be right behind this girl. a really drunk guy stumbled past, and yelled out "hey baby girl" to her. his friends pulled him off in the opposite direction, and i busted up laughing, like really loud. the guy proceeded to throw up on himself, and we started joking around, more or less in her direction about how funny the situation was. but she didn't even turn around and smile or anything, she just kept walking. most people would turn around and smile at you or something if that happened. so we were telling him about that, and he was like well, thats understandable, i mean Ben was actively being Ben, and that is enough to scare anyone. i was just like, fuck you man.
anyways, back to that "how old are your friends comment"... am i less mature because i act like a care free child instead of a pissed off teenager? honestly, i think angst-ridden teenagers are more childish. just because i like to have fun with my friends, and don't care enough about what other people think to make me stop having fun, doesn't mean i am immature. there is a maturity in my immature actions, so to speak....
anyways, i'll update you all on the trip later, i'm still recovering.
wankout
alright, back from whistler. fun trip, even though we got to stay one day less than was originally planned. that, and Jay Abroni made about $400 off this trip, no foolin. we added it up, and if he was actually telling us the truth about how much the place we stayed cost, which i don't believe he did, he made a shit load of money off of us. kind of a bastardly thing to do, in my opinion, but whatever. I'll just have to kill him or something.
anyways, i have been wanting to blog about one of the guys who came with us on the trip. no one knew him but Alyson, he was one of her friends from somewhere or another. anyways, he was 18, and kind of a jackass. i mean, we are pretty happy go lucky people, and he just kind of scoffed at us the entire time. one of the first comments he made was "alyson, how old are your friends?" way to go teen angst!!!! anyways, he struck me as one of those punk "don't look at me i'm depressed and my life in suburbia sucks" kind of people. with real problems you know, like how his mom wouldn't buy him that skater hoodie he wanted. after a while, i just kind of ignored him, and everything was cool. he didn't talk, i ignored, it was ok. but yeah, i didn't really like him, but he didn't detract from the trip at all, so i shouldn't really complain. he made one comment when i was in the hot tub that kind of pissed me off. i was telling him about how we were wandering around whistler villiage, and just happened to be right behind this girl. a really drunk guy stumbled past, and yelled out "hey baby girl" to her. his friends pulled him off in the opposite direction, and i busted up laughing, like really loud. the guy proceeded to throw up on himself, and we started joking around, more or less in her direction about how funny the situation was. but she didn't even turn around and smile or anything, she just kept walking. most people would turn around and smile at you or something if that happened. so we were telling him about that, and he was like well, thats understandable, i mean Ben was actively being Ben, and that is enough to scare anyone. i was just like, fuck you man.
anyways, back to that "how old are your friends comment"... am i less mature because i act like a care free child instead of a pissed off teenager? honestly, i think angst-ridden teenagers are more childish. just because i like to have fun with my friends, and don't care enough about what other people think to make me stop having fun, doesn't mean i am immature. there is a maturity in my immature actions, so to speak....
anyways, i'll update you all on the trip later, i'm still recovering.
wankout
