Nothing new to say

I was so high when I did this trick. High in the air! High on the air... JK! Isn't that the guy's name that wrote Harry's Potter? JK Rowling or something?... Yeah, JK Rowling, he's a good guy. I saw an interview of him on 20/20, he like totally supports Bolts of Thunder. He said if he wrote an 8th book, Harry would have quit playing quiditch and started skating for Bolts of Thunder. Anyway, I have to once again thank Weston for lying on his side in the middle of a parking lot so he could get a good angle on this trick. As fate would have it, when I landed, the board flipped up and got me directly in the gonads. The left one, for those of you who are counting. My stomach hurt really bad after that. But I went back and landed it 2 days later, so we're even, me and that gap. That's one of my biggest motivations in skating, to get even with obstacles that have done me wrong. I personify (very poetic of me to use that word, I know) obstacles, give them personalities and everything. If I land a trick easily on that obstacle, the obstacle is friendly towards me. If the trick is hard or scary, the obstacle doesn't like me. And in some cases, when I take a hard slam, the obstacle down right hates me. Being the vengeful person that I am, I take my grudges seriously, and I go for blood when a spot doesn't like me. That's a good mindset to have I think, and it makes landing a trick more worth while. You prove to the spot who's who. Anyway, my throat's been killing, so I took some medicine to make it feel better, and then I decided to write a quick post. I can feel the effects of the medicine as my mind wanders from random, incoherent thought to the next. I have nothing new to add to this blog other than this picture that Weston took.