Thursday, April 20, 2006
So, I have a final tomorrow. Did I study for it (or any other finals for that matter)? Nope. Am I going to? Uh, prolly not. I'm such a loser.
Generally I don't complain about being a loser, though. It's something that I came to accept long ago in the Cave-man era (i.e. the sixth grade) when my two Melissas and I would walk around the lone tree in the school yard hiding a stick in the bark (don't ask). But that's somewhat off topic. My point here and train of thought is this: It was warm today, right? According to the
Weather Bug, Cougar Town's high was 62 degrees today. And that, inevitably, got me to thinking how warm it must be in Santa Horhe (80's, I expect), which, in turn, led me to thoughts of summer and, consequently, to
Seven Peaks. I heart Seven Peaks. I've got many happy memories which just so happen to have spawned from that puddle. And so I made the decision. I want to
buy a season pass. So where's the problem, other than the fact that I'm poor and have no job and so no money to buy said pass? Well, you see dear reader, the problem lies in the fact that I'm such a loser that I have no one to go with me on a practically daily basis. Nicole balked at the price. Oksana doesn't swim. Alice is going home for the summer. I am now left with conflicting thoughts on whether or not to buy the pass and go by myself or to pay the $19.95 every time I go.
I suppose I still have a few weeks, though. I mean, afterall, it's not like they're even open yet.
Behold, the Muse
