And so ends another Christmas vacation. You know, despite the increasingly relgiously neutral (which frequently amounts to anti-Christian) trend taking place in the US, I still think of it as Christmas vacation. Not winter break, or the Holiday Season... It's Christmas. That's the central date, the key event of the break. Except for this year. I got to go skiing for the first time ever! I think I did pretty well at it. By the end of the third day I was going down blues pretty easily. Ooh, the first day wasn't nearly so easy, though. Going down a green, I missed a relatively tight turn, and flew over a five-foot embankment onto a steep, icy blue. Ooh buddy, that wasn't fun. I had a blast, though. It makes me wish I'd done that earlier in life. Still, while it's a bit too late to dream about making an appearance in the winter Olympics, I've still got lots of time to enjoy my new favorite recreational hobby. Man, I never thought anything would top frisbee, but I guess I was wrong.

So, what does it mean when a girl stands you up twice in one day, then gets angry when you tell her she's a flake because of it, and proceeds to not return your phone calls and not talk to you for a month, then gets her feelings hurt when you tell her you've dropped the student organization you only joined to be around her in favor of a Latin dancing class, and then invites you to a late-night date at a comedy club? Damn, I'm confused. Oh well. We'll see how things go with Shelly. It'd be easier to make up my mind about her if she weren't very pretty, fun, entertaining, flirtatious, and smart. Bah. Girls.