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We went skiing today. I was waiting at the top of lift two when my friend and his father came by. They stood about 30 feet away and Walt (the father) said, "Hey Elliot, that's Jocelyn." "Yeah. I see," Elliot responded. They shrugged and walked away. Holy cow guys! I can hear you, you know? When I told my sister, she laughed. Are boys alway like that? She suggested that I ski past them and say to myself (loud enough for them to hear), "Oh, it's Elliot," then not take a second glance back. What a jerk. I guess since he has a girlfriend now he won't associate himself with me.
It sort of reminds me of when I was little and learning how to ski. I skiied by this instructor, who turned to his pupil and said, "That's how not to do it." I wanted to "accidentaly" ski into him and stab him with my pole a couple of times. Then I'd brush myself off and say, "Perhaps I'm not skiing right."
On the way home from skiing, father got pulled over by a cop. The police man was...well, like I'd expect any police man to be like. He said to my dad, "You were almost going 60mph in the 35 zone. You were 22 miles an hour over the speed limit." Naturally, father lied. "I didn't realize I was going so fast." The police man, though I couldn't actually see, rolled his eyes (I'm sure). "Didn't you realize you were passing all those cars? You passed right by me." Father looked pleased. I was sure he was about to say, "Yeah! Did you see me go? High five!" Instead he said, "Well I didn't see I had passed you."
Once I got home I took a long shower to relive me of whatever stress I had acumulated. There was a spider in the shower also; I think I about steamed the poor little guy to death. Perhaps he deserved it...there was a mysterious bite on my leg this morning when I got up.
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