Snowboarding

First off I would like to point out that I didn't give anyone a "coke." I had a root beer sitting in my car for like a week, and then I put it someone, but wasn't sure where. I saw a bum on the road and thought, "Hey, I want to give that guy my root beer for my class assignment." Turns out the root beer wasn't in my car anymore. Dang!

This Friday I went snowboarding and nearly killed myself. I let some skier friends talk me into taking a jump that was way too big for me. I learned that when you think you are about to die, or get seriously injured, you life doesn't flash before your eyes. Either that or I had nothing important to flash back to me. I just remember flying through the air for an extended period of time (in my mind at least). I must have fallen seven or eight feet before landing on my butt at high speeds. I tried to roll it to my back to absorb some of the fall, but it still hurt real badly. I'm going to be sore for a while, but I have to admit, I've had worse snowboarding. Why do I keep going snowboarding; I guess I'm just crazy.

Well, at least I got a good view when I accidentally went on a double black diamond (Yeah, like a cliff with moguls on it).