the ultimate gift

i watched "Seven pounds" last night and i seem to be on the fence on how the movie made me feel. i guess, first, i have to determine whether it was realistic; however, realistic movie is an oxymoron, so that idea leads me to a dead end . . .
this idea, this overwhelming feeling of guilt leads to the ultimate gift: life. ironically, it also leads to the exact opposite: death. it is better to lose one life and save several.

what color nail polish are you wearing?

what color nailpolish are you wearing? i am currently wearing black. most people see black nail polish as a goth, or black sabbath, satan worshipping type of style but of course, that's not me. my college roomate turned me on to black nailpolish, which she wears very well by the way.
note: i remember as a kid (elementary school) i always wanted to wear pink, or red. maybe i thought it would make me feel older and prettier. but my mother never let me. i was painfully and obviously too young. much to my disappointment, and not to mention my impatience, i waited, and well, i ended up never wearing red or pink on my fingernails. ever. and well now . . . i enjoy black :) oh the irony. my poor mother i think she hates the black.

i didn't get into nursing school. the crush of defeat after waiting so long. i imagined writing on this blog describing life in chapel hill, the food, the people, the town...but for now, i'll describe the summer in jackson. i believe you felt and heard about the winters but now it's spring and soon to follow, summer. there will be swimming, biking, hiking, camping, floating and smoothies. oh yes, not to mention swimsuit tan lines, not goggle tan lines (i think i have a funky looking one as we speak).

skiing

day: 104. (plus maybe a couple more, the last day is sunday)

unreal. a goal i intended to meet since november. seemingly meaningless, at first, but nonetheless i still feel it is an accomplishment. 

in addition to the amount of days i skied i have to admit the natural comfort i feel on two wooden boards and stiff boots that make my toes numb. honestly, who in their right minds chooses a sport where they go out in the winds and snow, and fog, almost to the point of only seeing two feet in front of themselves on top of a mountain, not mention 30 mph winds? 

i don't know what i was thinking some of those days . . .

today,  i went through a shoot i look down almost every day called "meet your maker" and oh i met him. today i went through and straight lined . . . part of the way . . . and well, i'm proud. i know these days have been fun, and memorable, but it's nice to feel like i've gotten better too. 

the next step, corbits couloir . . . i've looked over the edge, scared to death, and well maybe one day . . .