Death by ripstick

First off, let me start off my saying that my friends have the best house ever. We have figured out that if you open all of the doors in the house we can ripstick in a square through the whole house. We often have races around the house and it is always a good time. I think my favorite time was when a bunch of us girls were all together getting ready for a dance and we are ripsticking around the house all glammed up in our dresses. I tried to ripstick in heels, tbut urns out it doesn't work. It throws off the whole toe heel action you need to have to ripstick properly. But funny nonetheless.
Second story:
I am also trying a new skill. I love doing handstands. A lot. So I decided to try and combine my love for handstands with my passion for skateboarding. I now do handstands on a skateboard and I am trying to get to where I can propel myself down the hall. I still am too scared to get too far away from the wall but I fell that this skill is well on its way. Soon, I will be a pro.
Third and best story for today:
So, Friday after I had completed finals, I decided it was a good idea to celebrate by ripsticking with one of my friends. We start off and we are both so excited to be ripsticking again since we have had no time recently because of school. She is telling me that she hasn't gone down a hill in a while and she is super excited. So of course I take her to my favorite hill. Now, usually I start a little ways down the hill so as to not die but this day I was super excited and not really thinking. We also had to move out of the way of a car so I had gone up a small hill then just turned and went down the small hill around the corner and started my trek down the big hill. Unfortunately, I was not thinking about the added momentum from the small hill that I had just gone down and before I knew it, I was zooming down the hill. There was no way to escape this one, I just had to ride it out and hope for the best. I am carving like crazy trying to slow myself down but nothing is working, I am rapidly picking up speed. Another thing you should know, this hill is normally not to bad and at the end of it you can curve and go down another small hill into the faculty parking lot. However, there were cars in the parking lot still and I knew that I was too fast to control the ripstick down the hill and not hit any cars. So as I am flying down the hill, I am looking for a good place to bail, knowing there is no way I can just run off of this one. I decided that my best plan of action was to try and go up the small ramp to the building and hope that the uphill would be enough to slow me down so I could run off easily. However, I must have toed to much because my back foot fell of the ripstick and is dragging on the ground. I am squeezing my legs so hard so that I do not do the splits because my front leg is still going on the ripstick. I eventually cannot control this any longer and my front foot rolls off the ripstick and I hit the ground rolling. I then realize that I have burnt a hole in my shoe and it has even burnt a hole in my sock. Also, a piece of my shoelace has burnt off. Both of my ankles are bleeding but not too badly. The good news was that my head was fine and nothing was broken. My friend was smarter and did not start quite as high up as me but she also realized she had to bail and after watching me almost die she chose to hit the grass and fly to the ground. She only ended up with some mud on her, much better choice. Of course once I fixed my shoe and cleaned up the blood some we continued on our merry way and kept ripsticking. It wasn't until I sat down later that I realized just how badly my ankles really hurt. But I am doing much better now and all is well. Just another day and just another wipe out. Epic.

Hello Mr. Coppers

Again, I apologize for my awful writing skills. And I do wish I could tell these stories to all of you in person because I promise they are much better, but this is the best I can do. Enjoy.

Story 1:
My sister and I met one night for ice cream at Culver's, I luckily had my ripstick in my trunk so I decided to show off my sweet moves. So, we are ripsticking it up in the parking lot and this 10 year old boy and his mom walk to their car and the entire time the kid is staring at us. When he gets to the car, he asks if it is a ripstick, to which I reply yes. Then he goes to get in the car, stops, and looks back and yells, "I have one too!" Awesome, me and all the 10 year old boys own ripsticks. Par-tay.

Story 2:
I was heading to my friends house the other night and since she only lives like 3 blocks away, I decided it would be more economical for me to just ripstick to her house rather than driving. So I head off down the street and down the little hill which then turns into a slight incline and flatlines before her house, I was able to ripstick the entire way there without stopping which is somewhat impressive considering the awful roads where I live. The interesting part of the story comes on the ride back home. I was able to ride most of the way home but the little hill on the way there turns into a large hill to ride uphill, so I had to walk about the last block. So, I am a block away from my house, I am carrying my ripstick, and it is about 11:30 at night. I am crossing the street and I look down and notice a cop a little ways down the road, turning onto the street away from me. However, I then notice him put on his blinker to turn back towards me. Great, I was not in the mood to deal with that. I decided to pick up the pace and try to make it to my house before he made it to me. I managed to get to my car and throw the ripstick in the trunk and I was at the door unlocking it when the cop pulled into the alleyway. I turned and smiled and said hello. He said "you're fine sweetheart, I was just wanting to check and make sure everything was ok" to which I responded, "Yep, I was just walking home from my friend's house, thanks though." Luckily, I am from a small town and so I know the man, and he also happens to live across the park from me so it was all good. So, nothing too exciting, but still funny that the cop turned around to find me and check out the situation.
Apparantly, ripsticking in the dark and speedwalking after seeing a cop is grounds for sketchiness. Who knew.

Oh buddy.

So yesterday I had to go to Barnes and Noble to get a book to help me pass Med Surge. While at the check out counter the man working asks if I am in medical school. To which I respond, no, just nursing school. He asked me how it was going and I replied that it is kicking my butt. He then told me that he is moving to France and invited me along with him. Yes please. Oh wait, 2 things you should know: 1) he is not the most attractive person I have ever seen, 2) he has a girlfriend. Sad. But he was telling me that France is one of the cheapest places to live because their cost of living is low and healthcare is cheaper and what not. So basically, who wants to move to France??

My first blog. Ridiculous.

So this is my first blog ever.
Get excited.
I anticipate this being great.
You might ask why I chose to start a blog?
Well, my life is ridiculous. And I feel that my stories should be shared.
You should also know that I am not a writer. I am more of a story teller so I am not sure how great my stories will be written down but I will try. I should also start off by saying that today I had an interesting encounter with a friend and when discussing it with Kat, who witnessed the account, I decided it was time to share my ridiculousness with the blogging world. She asked me to entitle it, the adventures of J-Fine and Kat Church, but for the sake of having our names posted in the title, I decided against it.

Anyways, here go the stories. Where do I begin?
I recently started skateboarding with some of my friends. This opens the door for meeting a whole new group of people. And I love meeting new people. However, I feel like recently all of my encounters with skateboarders have been very awkward and weird. Imagine that.
Story 1: My friends and I are out tearing it up on our boards, enjoying ourselves when this guy comes outside and watches us for a while. Eventually, he asks if he can skate with us, so naturally, we gave him a board and watched as he totally showed us up. Before he came outside I wiped out terribly down a hill and so I was sitting by the lamppost checking out the damage I did to my leg and he comes and sits beside me. He starts looking and assessing my leg (which includes him feeling the massive bruise on my leg). (Excuse me? Why are you touching my leg!?! Not ok.) So he tells me that I should probably take some NSAIDS and stay off it for a few days. Fortunately, one of my friends looks at him and says, yeah she knows, she's a nurse. I laughed at him was like yeah, stay off of it for a few days, considering I have already been boarding on it again and I have to cheer tomorrow. Good plan. He seemed very interested in the fact that I was a cheerleader, and very interested in me in general. Luckily, his ride eventually came and he left. Then, my friends and I sat around laughing at the ridiculousness that is our lives.
Story 2: My friends and I boarded to the union and we are just playing around on our boards inside waiting for our coffee. Once we go to leave this boy that had been watching us the whole times walks over and is like "are you all skateboarding?" (Really? I mean we are holding skateboards. People really are stupid sometimes). To which I respond, yes, that is why we have our boards. He continues to chat awkwardly about skateboarding and eventually we just slip away. Afer this encounter, Kat so politely points out that he only spoke to me. And come to think of it, the creepy boarder boys really only ever speak to me. Awesome. What a winner I am. Good times.
Story 3 is not about skateboarding but it is still rather ridiculous: I was sitting in the cage today with my friend and we are chatting when all of sudden someone comes up behind me and puts his hands over my eyes. He continues to get very close to me and is whispering odd things into my ear and telling me to guess who it is. You should know that I cannot stand people close to my neck and I really cannot stand people whispering in my ear. He then moves on to giving me a back massage, then just stands behind me with his hand very close to my face saying that he is not touching me. Kat is also provoking him and telling me to just embrace the entire situation. So awkward. You should also know that I do not handle awkward situations very well, I am just awkward in general.
Well, I think these are enough stories for today. I hope you liked them. This would be so much better if it were video and if you could only watch them. Hopefully, you can see the ridiculousness that is my life.