Okay, I don't get it. Why do some people like to add -ness in order to emphasize the significance of a word? It's not just I am happy. It's Happiness. I find it amusing. Amusingness.

Last year...sigh one whole year ago...I remember. Anyway, because of certain circumstances (that you probably heard me mope about for a good two months), I didn't go play in the snow last year. :( However, this year...I returned. Attempted to snowboard. Second time. I don't know why I wanted to try that...again since last time I kept falling flat on my face. Anyway, snow kept falling and falling down on the way up to Boreal. We almost were forced to turn around because our CRV was not equipped with snow tires. Oh and let me not forget to mention that my mom has purchased a 2 wheel drive CRV. TWO WHEEL DRIVE! Okay, so what's the point of having a CRV if you can't show off that it has FOUR WHEEL DRIVING power?! Anyway, we drove at a limit of 30 mph all the way up North. My sis and I took a snowboarding lesson. As usual, I got embarrassed (as I do every single year), trying to get my gear on. First, putting on the boots. Always embarrassing, because I would never figure out how to get the shoes open so that I could get my feet in. Then putting on the equipment. *BLUSH* Let me mention that there was a horrible snowstorm outside. Somehow, I embarrassed myself again when I couldn't get onto the snowboard. After nearly ten minutes struggling while the class was watching, the instructor sent me back to the rental place. The snowboard guy there...shook his head. "Who told you that?!" Instructor! Anyway, got sent back...suddenly everything worked. The bindings listened to me. I attempted to move slowly...but couldn't. The instructor was leading us to snowboard down a small slope. Unfortunately, my board wouldn't slide. Instead, I kept doing ollies for more than thirty feet with the class watching me. Can you imagine...me "hopping" all the way down...sad. Anyway, the lesson turned out to be like most of my past ski/snowboard lessons. Hehe. Me falling every three feet. The instructor took pity on me and made me ride with him on the chair lift. Okay, now that's pitiful. On the way down the bunny slope, yes...that's right...I basically tumbled down. Nonetheless, I didn't give up my determination or confidence. I went right back up the chair lift after the lesson and tumbled down the other side of the bunny slope again. :) Yes, there is a reason why this entry is titled soreness.

Interesting fact: people in the 1960s ran very fast. The snowboarding instructor graduated from my old high school. Weeeeiird.

December 23rd marks the one year anniversary of the beginning of the most intense, amazing, tragic, painful experience I have ever endured. At this point, I don't know if it was infatuation or obsession. Or...even love. I remember returning from LAX in ectasy...but tainted with bouts of insecurity. And so now, one entire year later...I feel more experienced. More knowledgable. Beauty is never forgotten. Yet scars too do not let me forget.

I am still so sore.