[8:06am] music: Cute Without The E
- Taking Back Sunday
Excuse the jumble of paragraphs and words down there... I'm kind of just going to type and type and not worry about what order it's in or how comprehensible it comes out.
My mom's horse is a master at cantering on the forehand, and, well, just doing everything else on the forehand, too.
Awkward stride? I think so.
But he is a fun little horse to ride. Considering I trained him from scratch from the time he was 3, this should be relatively easy. He's going to learn to use his haunches and keep himself on the bit and collect and extend and jumppp.
(Because I can.)
I was looking through old pictures this morning, from like, 2005 (I would have been, what, 13 then? Seems weird.), man. Except they all seem a lot more recent than that. Like the time we found little tiny frogs out by the washrack after giving the horses all soap baths.
And when we used to blind the neighbors (but you're not getting that story)
I'm not really going to be able to go anywhere for the next month or so, besides school, since Lenardo needs atropine, itraconazole, gentocin, and banamine every three hours. Sigh.
Maybe later I'll see if somebody is willing to take a video of Ty (mom's horse) under saddle. And I'll see if I can upload the video of Lenardo and me at the barn from before he got hurt, but last time I tried to upload it nothing happened. Ah well.
"I'M NOT TOO NEGATIVE, YOU'RE JUST TOO POSITIVE.
-my most cynical and pessimistic friend.
I don't like Arizona, but the sunsets here are fantastic.
Since these posts are going to be more or less boring, I promise I'll include pictures in most of them.
Unless, of course, I see my photos appearing elsewhere... Like I said in the first post, if you want to use one, go for it as long as you ask me and I give you the okay.