You wanna be the one...

..but you know you're someone else instead

um, wait, wait, wait. Pop quiz. Who is online in the comfort of her own home? On her precious laptop computer? That's very very correct. Me. Me. Me!!! I'm sooooo excited, it's disgusting and rediculous. Only problem isthat my dad keeps harassing me about it.

Um, so. Holiday Valley? Yeah, as usual, tonnes of fun, though this year is most definately the best. Why? you might humbly lower yourself to ask? Yes, that's right- Caitlin and I found boys. Oh, such resplendent nice boys. Funny, nice, good taste in music (we all know the importance of that to caitlin), good snowborders, attractive, and (for some reason) interested in us. There are only two problems with the whole situation.

1) They live in New York, kind of far.
2) They might, just a little, sort of think we're, um. British.

Oh, shit we are so fucked! Why did we have to do that?

Let's start from the begininng.

First of all, our bus watched the O.C. on the way there, and I refused to become addicted to its vapid, mindless plots about melodramatic teenage sluts living in a world about 2% of the population can afford. So I listened to my iPod a lot. Then we got there, unpacked, yadda yadda- it was sixty degrees, we weren't too into getting right out there. But we finally did, and of course, as per tradition, we had to speak in British accents, becasue what's a trip to Holiday Valley without our little bet? Well, wouldn't you know, after like five seconds, these guys invite us on the lift with them. We talked to them, made them think we were British, asked them what runs were good (aka not covered in mud) and then left. Well, they kind of followed us. And we kind of kept running into them. So they just ended up asking us to ski with them. And we did. And there were several close encounters with Maggots, aka the Kosses, who took delight in nearly ruining our cover. Then it started raining (on a freaking ski trip) and so we went in the lodge with them for about another hour until they had to leave. And it was fun, only problem is, we never expected to actually meet boys we like on our little British kick.

And it's bad becasue they probably only like us 'cause we're "British" and omg, Caitlin and the one were really hitting it off, and we were too thick to stop the joke, becasue you know usually we don't end up skiing with the people on the ski lift who believe us. Ah. Who in the hell knows what to do? We have to tell them the truth if they ever IM us, I guess, cuz it would be super mean otherwise. But poor Caitlin.

Today was nice skiing though, besides the cold. Lots of powder- we found some nice empty runs in the back.

Bonus: they now "proudly brew Starbucks coffee" at Holiday Valley. Um, yay? haha, I love my starbucks workers! WHDPMUC rocks so much.

Oh, but why weren't we born British?

Alas.

yo ho
yo ho
a (tosser) pirate's life for
~me