I haven't been a very good adventurer this week. I've been tired and sleepy and impetus-lacking. I've decided that I'm not skiing again until I feel like it, which is a decision I wouldn't make in high school but will make in university because I can.
Pseudo-adventures:
-Wandering around a rainy mountain in complete solitude, discovering a stranger's letter to the universe left on a park bench.
-Attending a friend's Valentine's day jazz band concert at Grumpy's pub and simultaneously developing a girlcrush on both his roommates.
-Giving people lit candles at an impromptu ice cream party.
-Going to the vegan kitchen and eating a delicious tupperware meal in complete darkness.
-Watching my friend's band play Beatles songs at the Engineering Pub and marveling at the number of attractive girls there for Valentine's day (normally the engineering pub is a shithole with a female:male ratio of about 1:9.)
-Completely acing two job interviews in one day, being told I had "exactly the type of background they were looking for"
-Discovering an ice bar - an outdoor bar made of blocks of ice in downtown.
-Being verbally assaulted by a pair of used-looking blond girls in the back of a taxi. (My streak of feeling viciously better, cooler, prettier and generally far more awesome than certain blond girls continues)
-Brilliant flowers on a rainy day in February.
-The disturbing spike in free condom distribution around the fourteenth, and a subsequent story from my friend from ski team who started a condom collection at the age of twelve which grew to around 30 pieces. Several years later, after realizing her collection was expired and generally gross, she blew up all the condoms like balloons and left them around a friend's dorm.
Celebrate love, everyone.
