Cleaning my Room

When I came home from break, I just dumped my bag of clothes on the floor of my room. The clothes are still laying there right now. I always tell myself I am going to clean my room but I never do. For some reason, I don't seem to mind. My roommate and I always clean our kitchen and living room and stuff, but I never make it to my room. It's not that it's dirty, just full of stuff. The weird thing is, too, is that I always know where everything is. I can lift up a sweatshirt knowing that my pants are right under it. Hopefully, this week I will have motivation to put everything away and wash my heaping mound of dirty laundry. At least I have my clean and dirty clothes separated.

Moose Mountain

My Step-Dad, Richard, owns land on Moose Mountain up the North Shore in Minnesota and my family and friends and I snowmobile there a lot. This past break, four of my friends and I went up there for a day. It was a beautiful and unexpectedly warm day and not to be cliche, but the sun was shining and the lake was the a fantastic clear blue. Somtimes near turqouise.

On this particular Saturday, we went out to the land. Right away we got the snowmobile out and hooked up the toboggan. We took off flying, 2 of us on the sled and 3 on the toboggon. And not surprisingly, right off the bat, we got the sled stuck. It took quite a while to get the snowmobile out of the wet snow. We finally got out and not much longer after bailing before hitting a few trees and such, the right chain that the rope was attached to completly snapped. We Mcguivered the sled back together, and it happened again on the left side. After a second repair, we needed to ride up the hill, but there was too much weight on the toboggon with all three of us and the snowmobile couldn't get up the hill. So we got off the slide and then my friend drove off and left us in the woods. We started walking back to the shack but the snow was too deep in the woods so we all laid down



and played HAHA in the middle of the woods.

Blogging

When I write my blogs, I think about what happened that was interesting to me this past week that I would want to share. The first thing that pops into my head is what I write about.
I like blogging actually. I didn't think I was going to at first, but I do. I used to write in a journal every night before I went to bed. I wrote about what I did or what I was feeling. I haven't written in one really for three years, since I came to college, just every now and then when I see my book. When I blog, it's sort of the same thing I'd write in my journal. Random things I was thinking about. Although, my journal was way less structured and stories weren't complete. Sometimes I'd change topic in mid-story line. One plus to blogging is that it is typed, which is obviously faster than writing, and you can decorate the page or change colors or what not.
I'd say it has been a positive experience so far.

Tip Cup

I was at a friend's house on Saturday and there was about fifteen of us there just playing games and what not. I had never been there before because she lives pretty far down off of East Wash. We had just started to play tip cup and this old man just walks down the basement stairs towards us just smiling. He had to have been at least around seventy. The girl that lives there gives him a beer from the keg and he starts chillin. His name is Larry and he lives next door. He decides he wants to learn how to play flip cup. So, someone explained it to him, which took awhile, and we started playing, Larry going last in line. When it gets to be his turn, he chugs like a half a cup of beer and puts the cup the wrong way on the edge of the table and starts flipping. We are all screaming because the last person on the other team is drinking their beer and catching up. Larry realizes the cup is upside down and fixes it. Then, he goes to flip it, and gets it on his first try. We win. It took him at least three more games to get the cup the right way when you flip it, but he still always got the right flip the first time, and we won the game every time with him on our side. I have to say it was pretty amusing to watch him play. He was so serious when it was his turn. I've of course drank with older people before, but they have never played tip cup.