October 29, 2011

• Rock climbing.

  In an attempt to be more active and make my life seem more interesting than it really is, I've been looking up activities that I've never done before to try out every weekend with Jason. I see it as a good way to relieve built-up stress from the week and to bond with the guy y'know? Apparently some people don't think so. But first let me talk about the good stuff before I get to the bad shit. Well actually, that's not possible since the day started off badly to begin with. It was snowing. Yeah, I know right? Snowing in October, wutthefukkkkkk?!? It was cold as hell. I actually had to break out my NorthFace jacket already. Damn yo. I went to bed at 5:30 AM this morning because I was being a drama addict and stayed up to watch Nikita while I clipped my fingernails super slowly. Then I woke up at like, 9:30 because I was supposed to go tutor Katrina, but I decided to skip out due to the shitty weather. I sat around watching some more Nikita, waiting at home for Jason to come pick me up, but nigga took his sweetass time and didn't get out here until around 2PM. Where did we go, you ask?

  WE WENT ROCK CLIMBING AT BROOKLYN BOULDERS!!11 YEEEEEEEEEE. I've never done it before, and it looked fun, so I felt like it was a good idea to go. That is, until I actually got to the place and was standing there, staring up at the wall. LOL I felt so intimidated and scared that I'd fall and break something despite the super soft flooring they have to catch noobs like me. Peter (yes, this nigga hung out with us again) was actually more of a natural at this than me and Jason. He actually got to the top once, but yet not really because he never reached up to grab that last rock to make it to the top. I, on the other hand, got up to like 75% of the way, and every single fucking time I either get really nervous and panic OR I'd run out of physical strength to hang on, so I let go and plummeted to my death. D:  Jk, still alive of course, but at the end of the climbing session, I definitely felt like a weaksauce and like I seriously need to work out more. I have absolutely no upper body strength. -.-  Jason is pretty much the same as me, except he got up higher, so prob like 80-85% of the wall before he dropped down too. It was difficult, but definitely fun and challenging, and the instructor was very friendly, helpful, and above all encouraging. We also had to wear these funny looking climbing shoes and it felt weird walking in them. Shit, there were some crazy good climbers there. This cute Korean guy (it's ALWAYS the krns who rock at everything wtfffff) was showing off and did this thing where he basically latched himself onto the rocks at the bottom and then threw himself up into the air and grabbed the rocks at the top so that he skipped about 50% of the actual climbing and was able to reach the top in less than 10 seconds. Fucking OD yo. Anyway, at one point when I was climbing, my hand slipped and I was basically swinging and dangling about 15-20 feet from the ground from my left hand for a good 5 long seconds before I remembered to let go and fell down, leaving blisters on my fingers. :[ 

  Ok, now back to the shitty part of my day. Well technically, it's nighttime now. I admit, it is my fault for insisting on still going and having Jason drive me even though the weather is bad and it was kind of dangerous to be driving in this condition, but damn. First thing that I hear when I get through the door at home is my mom scolding me for always making plans with and dragging Jason out somewhere. Apparently his mom is upset with me for "always putting him in danger" by having to drive me home and then drive home himself late (not really? idk, sometimes it's only 10-11PM) at night. It's understandable, I guess, but I was annoyed that they were demanding that I don't hang out with him anymore. Then what really pissed me off was how my dad storms into my room to scream at me for sending 5 fucking international texts. I mean really? You KNOW well that I'm already in a pretty bad mood and you're going to scream at me and piss me off more when those 5 fucking texts (20 cents each) come out to one fucking dollar?! I know what he was upset about -- years ago, I blew up the phone bill texting people, but now I know what I'm doing and I only limited it to 5 texts, wtf man give me some fucking credit. I know what I'm doing. So, being the hot-headed, quick-tempered (guess who I got that trait from? >_>) girl that I am, I blew up in his face and said "I know what I was doing, it's only one dollar. Calm the fuck down, what, do you want me to pay you back?" Then he has to go and do what I hate the most -- bring up the fucking past and talk about how I screwed up with the phone bill, saying that I never paid him back for that. I was young, stupid and reckless then. I know what I'm doing now, goddamn. Ugh, talk about ruining my day. 

  • 11:31 pm
  • 3 Comments