Ok, im back everyone, back to the pile of college work, to the my uncles 60th organising, jchambers movement, lovegreysanatomy improvement, cheeky smile opening and general work. OH MY GOD.

So, yeah loved my holiday, although got like 4 massive bruises and 3 scraps where my skiboots have scratched. Of course a great holiday, usually comes about if there was some really hot guy, like my ski instructor, Chris. Phwore ;-) ok, he was a bit of a 'tit' at the start, but then we all grew to like him, kinda puts you off him when he said he had being skiing for 25 years (say he started when he was 5, that would make him at least 30, eurgh gross). He was single as well which we all thought was strange.

First day, slopes where packed with beginners (not that im a expert), beacuse the gondola lift to the top was not working because of high winds, and one of the chir lifts was not open because of lack of snow. So chris was like, 'i cannot do anything here' in a bulgarian accent. I think like all the adults were a bit pissed about this but it was the weather.

Tuesday went on the 4 man lift to a run none of had been on before which took us right to the bottom, got most of it done and we all walked (slid) the rest. Although, then he asked us all to go to the top again, of the end slope and try and ski down, it was like an icerink and i hate skiing on ice, and proper got a rage on , and chris was like 'come on' and mum was like, yep i dont think i can do this either. So i took off my skis and he crried them down while i walked again, after this he decided we would go back to the top on the quad lift so we could practise a bit more, realising i was not the best skier and getting me to follow him.

Wednesday, finally got to go up on the gondola andwent on a totally different run, as usual i was at the back and fell of the new drag lift first time (came of to earlier and slammed into i lump of concrete. I now have a massive bruise. Chris (and tom in group) was telling me to speed up and parallel ski on straight flatish parts, so i did and had a high speed crash, which really hurt and then took the wrong option of going to the midstation with the rest of my group (without mum), i had done this before last year but couldn't this year, i think i had scared myself with crashing when i was going really fast i couldn't make myself go fast. so i ended up cryinging again and walking down most. WHAT a BITCH.

On like the fourth day (thursday), mum fell of the drag lift at the top of the mountain (and shes at the hospital now), beacuse someone told her she might have fractured it like just now on our way home(after her refusing to go and see a doctor in bulgaria). So, she was out. I think this is when chris actually realised, i am a shi* skier and that he would have to direct me alot more and wait for me. Which he did although he kept thinking that a would be at the back of the group and so before mums accident, he saw me at the drag lift queue and came to join and completly forgot about mum and another woman. *lol*

So, mum out with her leg in the air, me and my bro', were fending for ourselves, well getting stuff together and getting to the meeting point in the basement of the hotel. My brother had the bag with our adventurous lunch a snicker/twix, i had the money for drinks, and mum got all the sympathy at breakfast from the rest of the group. That night was also our presentation evening and the night chris learnt all our names, i think, as he made us write them on the diploma things (QUESTION:should it be stem or steam turn, last years said stem and this years says steam? spelling mistake??) That night was gurd, had my best jeans on, a nice strappy top, hair straightened, make up......So we were waiting in the reception for chris to arrive, and this person came up to us, none of use were particully looking for him and said, 'Hi guys' and like all of use looked up and were like "oh my god!". He looked so different, i suppose we were all expecting, him to wear th usual ski school coat and stuff. But he wasn't, we were all like WOW. So yeah got my diploma thing (and two *kisses*), to be honest we all thought chris was going to fall asleep, he looked really bored, and bloody left at like 10.30pm *what a party pooper*, but i suppose he travels like an hour a day or something.

Last skiing day :-((, did a few runs, sat opposite chris at lunch, and pulled a face at his bath water soup (no seriously thats what it looked like), and he touched my phone, *he touched my phone*, god know what for, i just had it on the table because i was trying to ring bedridden mum and he just picked it up, pushed it up (push up phone), smiled abd then had a giggle about it. Why? i havent got a clue. Went round once again, and then he was like ok im going got, *2 more kisses* and he he skiied off.

Thats the end of my holiday, all the airports parts are really boring, but i so wish i didnt have to wash my face.!! :kiss:

-_few hours later_-Mum broke her foot, dads in a nark and me and mark are going to be doing like everything!