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Last night was one of those "Stay positive and the night will go all right" nights. My sister told me that J and j wanted to go ice skating. I'm not one for ice skating. Let me put it another way-- I have weak ankles and fall over walking on the carpet in ice skates. My legs get tired after two times around the rink. But whatever-- I couldn't stand being branded as the antisocial friend anymore, so I decided to go.

Thank god for J, who let me borrow his heavy sweater when he saw me shivering uncontrollably as I walked in. I know ice skating rinks are cold, but this place was...unbearably cold, making the 50 degree temparature outside seem like summer. I gratefully slipped the sweater over my thin flannel shirt and let C, his girlfriend, help me adjust my skates. Yeah, I'm such an invalid sometimes. Wah, I'm too cold. Wah, I can't put my skates on. I've always been the kind of person who needs help-- the girl who walks into an airport, wide-eyed, looking for a gate number while a friend grabs my arm and says, "It's THAT way!". When someone asks me to change a CD on thier car radio, I'm always the one to say, "Uh, do I stick it in like this or...?" and they usually end up snatching it away from me and doing it themselves. I envy capable people.

I took to the ice rather well, rarely staying against the wall like j and her boyfriend Dave did. To my surprise, I had a lot of fun, concentrating on not falling and learning how to skate faster, trying to avoid the tiny, eight year old girls who zipped by me like professional skaters.

I want to go into the j and J relationship, but I'm being requested to do something in the house, and I don't want to leave this on the screen, so I'll get to it next time.

ps. I'm sorry if the "Js" are confusing you, but J is the boy, and j is the girl. Again, I'm sorry.