Nostalgia

I don't have a whole lot to say, really. I haven't written anything in a while and my fingers are itchy. I have been in the mood to write, I've had the inspirations, but I just haven't had the drive to put anything down; instead I just sit and listen to my emotion-equalizing tunes. Things have been somewhat melancholic as of late, not for any overbearing reason. Life is good, to be honest. I'm halfway abandoning my ways as a drifting hick this winter and attempting to be a ski bum. I moved from the ranch down to Winter Park last week for a job at the Winter Park Resort. It should be a good job. I get a free season pass and three days off a week, so I'm pretty excited about it. Kevin and I went skiing yesterday and I only ate **** 3 out of the 5 runs we did. It was a good time, and this winter ought to provide some good stories.

I deleted my facebook, finally. I've fought it and fought it, thinking 'maybe having it will help me stay in touch with that girl.' I gave up after over a month of silence from her. I reflected upon the fact that I've had approximately ten notifications since May, and that I got more grief than good out of fb-stalking the few people I cared about staying in touch with. So I ****canned the stupid thing, instead opting to stay on my favorite literature website.

This summer was the longest I've stayed in one place since I graduated high school however many years ago that was. It was a halfway decent summer, even taking into consideration that I hate my supervisor more than a little and that between my job and my detrimental coping mechanisms I destroyed my health. I fell in love for the first time in a long time, which eventually led to the detrimental coping mechanisms afore mentioned. But it was a good feeling while it lasted.

There were a lot of good times at the ranch. Other than my supervisor, the rest of the crew are a good bunch. Adam let me help him re-train a few colts that he wasn't able to ride, because of his bad back. I learned quite a bit from him.

It wouldn't have been a summer if there weren't a few crazy drunken nights ending in near peril, or at least damaged reputations. I can recall at least once standing naked at the drive-up liquor window at the Mangy Moose, compliments of losing a game of pool to a few cute cowgirls from the A Bar A dude ranch. Another night, somewhere around the 4th of July there was a street dance in Encampment directly following the rodeo. Naturally, I was fairly blitzed and feeling happy and friendly. By the end of the night so many people had bought me drinks I didn't know what to do with them all, so I tried giving them away. I sat down at a table with a couple of gals eating the sub-standard Bear Trap vittles. I tried offering a beer to each one of them, not realizing how wrong it could come off trying to give away open drinks. Luckily someone invited them to our branding one day a few days later and I was able to apologize.

There were a few others I'll leave out and attempt to keep a small part of my reputation intact.

Other than a small hope that I'll meet a nice gal here in Grand County, things should just be on cruise for a while.