Little brother had the day off school today, so he dragged me to the mountain where he usually works. He rented a snowboard and handed me his (own) board; then says: "Okay! Lets go down some hills!!" WUT?! ME?! The last time I went down a hill was on a toboggan in grade 7! I only skied once and that was in grade 6! XD so it's been like, 10 years! As it turns out, little brother is actually a pretty good instructor. Since it was a weekday- the mountain was pretty much abandoned... and it's not like I would've freaked out too much even if other people were around because... IT'S A MOUNTAIN! I could always go to the other side of the hill to avoid crowds! lol I went outside today. That's rare. My legs hurt- my feet are numb; I fell on my face and ass *too many times to keep track* but I feel pretty okay. I feel like I accomplished something today... other than making myself look like an ass. (which, I assure you- I did) You know-- it doesn't seem to matter how much life sucks when you're going down a hill... because you're in the moment (and too caught up, thinking 'I'm going to die! OMG!') and possibly having some fun-- all the crappy things don't matter as much. For those few hours, I wasn't crying or lonely... I was actually feeling a bit good about myself. Trying something new. Being active. Today was okay. Thanks little brother.