Now we're well into the trip in Whistler and things have finally settled, with that days have got pretty routine. We ski each of the four days as per usual with Mike, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, and pace our gym work, eating and nights out around it. Well, most of us do, in example I find myself able to sprawl and recover from "beagle" in the city centre last night.

I wouldn't be overly joyous about being lazy without a good excuse, so mine happens to be at the gym yesterday a younger attending person lost the weight on the rack area. It came down on a pivot right on to my right knee, thankfully not my left. Either way the ruckus that followed was kind of amusing (mostly probably to save their liability), I passed up their suggestion to get it looked at in a clinic and have stuck it out. The best course of treatment: Several packets of pastas, sauces and noodles, hot-tub and American television. Probably for the better since today it feels alright, sparing the commotion it feels good to have time to rest it today.

Still I'll definetely be taking it easy on the slopes tomorrow. In other good news we have almost finished the crashers weeks in "ski improvement," learning all kinds of viable stancing, balancing, pivoting, agulation and techniques to let us extend our ability. Tomorrow we begin our build up to teaching, in a way it's almost even more un-nerving than Mike's sense of humour. The common theme being both are entirely unpredictable, and spending more time at the base of the mountain will only make it that much more tedious to bizarrely funny. In other even more brighter news, I'll be riding on the super carpet lifts! Plus I'll get to rest my leg even longer, so in reality if I could have picked a time to injure myself, now was best.

The house itself has blended pretty well, everyone gets along on fair share. Where and when we do have our rebuttles we manage to keep a good bond as a group. Apparently our group is a great deal more mature, "fun," and agreeable than the last all boys one. I don't expect that'll change, we keep seeming to strain onto runaway conversations about one another (especially Jack), revealing and to be honest kind of relieveing to get off your chest. Also hilarious when absurd as it comes, I think we're all having a epic time.

Hoping for the victories down the mountain to keep me going the next 2 weeks building upto the level 1 ski instruction exam. Got to go stretch out my leg to the village and back again.