Dear Diary,
I went snowboarding today at perfect Mt. Hood. My brother and I decided that putting chains on the car is for wusses, turns out, we were right. We watched the sunset from the mountain, and I got snow down my pants. Man, but it was a good thing that I wore my helmet. I figured that it would be acceptable because I was with my brother so I had no one to impress. I hit my head really bad three times! The first time I fell on my head really bad because of an unwise powder manuver. But it hurt like a mofo so I probably would be dead if it weren't for the helmet. It was one of those falls where you just have to lay there for a minute, feeling the cold snow down your pants and hoping no one slides over your mangled and humiliated body. The second time I hit my head was on the chairlift. I just banged my head really bad on one of the metal supports somehow. Then the third time was when we were getting on the shuttle bus and my brother hit me in the head with his board. I'm starting to think that not only is my helmet a wise snowboarding accessory, after a day like today i should probably just keep it on for a while.
Love,
Diana