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UPDATE OF THE DAY!

My butt hurts.
No, seriously.
It hurts.

At the barn, we're doing wayyyy too much no-stirrup work for my poor rear end. Now that informative, and somewhat unexpected headlining report has been made, let's do the horse-thing.
Eagle's been 'good'. Monday we didn't ride, tuesday was chaotic no stirrups stuff inside, wed. was more chaotic no-stirrups hooplah outside. He was a happppy guy yesterday. It was his first day of 'heavy' work, so he was bouncing all over the place.
We don't trot in straight lines to fences.
Forget that, we don't TROT to fences.
Bahumbug.

Today he was better, we were divvied up into smaller groups, and Jill and I worked on getting him to jump not so 'inverted' (think, making a U over a fence, his head and butt are up with his back being the lowest part). What we want is a jump with 'scope', where his neck is down and out, his knees up and his shoulders being the highest part of the form.
We got it, eventually, but we still don't trot fences very well. Oh, darn.

Beyond that, I'm borrowing bits from other people. Today it was Jamie's Myler bit. I like it.
A lot.
She said I can use it as long as I want, she has others she's working her horse in. He stops! (Not as well as in Sam's deathly contraption..) but there's no head flipping with this bit, which is good.
Sam and I will take him in the field and see how he goes in it, there.
She thinks I should show him in a 'mini grand prix'. SURPRISE, MOM AND DAD!

Parents' weekend is a mini prix here. 3' - 3'3. There might be some 3'6 thing or another, and I'm somewhat "...You're trying to kill me so you can have my horse. I KNEW IT." But we'll school him and talk over the course (there are other colleges bringing green horses & riders). If I'm uncomfortable with the idea, I'd like to put one of the other girls up on him, because I think it'd be a great experience for him.

So.
Uh.

EDIT:
AAAACK.
-girly screetch- SPIDERSPIDERSPIDERSPIDER.
I tried to kill it. I really did. I HAVE A BOOK AND EVERYTHING.
Except it dropped down between my bed.
Um.
NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT. -shiver- Notgood. nononononodontlikebugs.
Of course it's when Kristen's asleep.
DEVIOUS CREATURES.

...Don't they see they have a better chance with her, than me? I'm all AAAAHKILLITKILLITKILLIT.
She's all "Aw. Cute. -takes outside-".

-shiver-
Anyway. Back on track!

So that's what's going on at the barn, anyway.

In english, I have a final revision of a paper on biases (how to identify it, how it's used, ect) due tuesday. Rough draft of another paper due thursday on either Gun Control or gay rights. The whole paper is sketchy, so I'll go with Gay Rights. It's easier to argue, because with t he G.C. thing he wants 'plans', how to make it more effective blahblahblah.
I'm not that creative.

Math is math.
Boo. First test= sometime next week?? She said it's next week or th eweek after. Hasn't decided.
Greaaaat.
Science, test next week sometime, too.

Equine science: Quiz every third class period.
Wellness:
..Don't ask me, I don't know! Just kidding. We're doing body healthweightect. Dietary stuff. Joy.

So.
Life is boring
Bunch of people went clubbing tonight.

Me? I did stats.
Oh, what an exciting life I lead!

Though, more drama on the barn-front.
Kristen's horse, Tory, came down with a mysterious lameness about two weeks ago. They couldn't identify it, despite a slew of tests blahblahblah. Her father calls from home, saying they had the vet out to check over all the horses in the barn, blahblahblah, turns out some horses needed their teeth floated.
Somehow, her father & vet equate teeth floating/need of, with lameness.

There is apparently a 'central nerve' that runs from 'jaw' through the rest of the body.

My response to her, when she got all happy and excited over it, was to do her own independant research instead of just taking everything at face value. More tactful, but that's the general gist of it.
Vet here: Agrees with me.

But because she's not riding (or is, rarely) she's trailering him home this weekend (saturday) and bringing up her other horse (sunday).

Dramaaaaaaa. It'll be interesting, though. I hope it all works out for Tory at home. R&R. He may just be a horse that can't be in super competitive enviroments. Who knows.

Beyond that:
Everyone wants eagle.
Wants him, wants to ride him, wants to play with him.

Again.
Me + Mini prix = death = eagle, sam's horse???!?!

Mom, I'm trusting you to take care of my boyo. You and Mary Rad, Both!
Nah. I won't do it if I'm not sure (bah.) but Sam's rational is "What better place to learn than here, where we can go over it after and improve on it?"

It makes sense.
But.
If there IS a 3'6 fence?
You have to be flipping kidding me. I've only ever jumped 2'9 before. HELLO LET'S GO PLAY WITH HUGE MONSTEROUS THINGS.
NOT ONLY HUGE AND MONSTEROUSLY LARGE BUT OUT IN A FIELD.
WITH GRASS.
WITH AN EVENTER PONY.

..Right.
Someone tell me I'm not crazy for thinking that'll be an interesting sight. Note: Video camera. BIG note, there.

Hrm.
Cleaned the room yesterday. Vacuuming will ensue tomorrow, or when kristen's not around and I can move her stuff.
Homecoming this weekend.
And no, I did not know we even had a homecoming until.. well, yesterday. Go me! So I may not be going. Jeri and I are pretty much high and dry here, so I might nab Alissa's keys (she's not going home this weekend) and play at the barn all weekend with Jeri.

It's warm out again. Boo.
I miss the whole OHMIGOSHIT'SCOLD.
But I'll live, I suppose.

I miss you guys, though!
-El