I just came home from ice skating...
Let me tell you first that I haven't gone ice skating since I was in kindergarten. Whoop-dee-damn-doo....I thought it was so easy back then... I just ran out onto the ice and fell. Then I went home pretty much.
But yeah, this ice skating trip was alot more successful. I only fell twice. The first time I had a hard time getting back up. Though I shouldn't feel sorry for myself, there were other people that were in hysterics. Like Shing Poor guy... Arlene thought he was gonna piss himself. He clung to us for like five laps around the rink, all the while going "SH** SH** SH** SH**...F*** IMMA DIE D8 (etc etc...) " and when he saw little 5 year olds passing by all dandy and happy-like he'd be going "THOSE DAMNED LIL BITCHES!"
hmm....o.o
Meanwhile I was hanging out with Chris, my n00b skating partner. Bleh we were horrible. But I have to say we got farther than Shing. But we kept tripping eachother.
It's all good though we got through the whole thing in one piece (save for one D:)
So now I'm going to wash my socks before I get athletes foot or something and pray that I can walk tomorrow.