Every time I have a jump lesson my horse proves to me that he is 1000x smarter than I am
fuckyeahhorsesports: 2012 Rolex Kentucky Three-Day Event Cross-Country Crashes and Falls
My Thoughts While Tacking My Horse
Me: Fuck my life, saddle pad is backwards.
Me: Shit I forgot my girth again.
Me: I really need to clean my tack.
Me: I'll do that after I ride.
Me: Lol no I won't.
Me: Alright suck it in fatty.
Me: I know you're pushing out.
Me: -.- ..
Me: Seriously stop.
Me: Alright give me your nose.
Me: Stop resisting you're fine.
Me: Take the goddamn bit, goddamnit.
Me: Lol I'm like smashing his ears, my bad.
Me: Forelocks are such a hassle.
Me: Okay done, now let's not die today.
Fuck getting a real job.
rascalthecat: I’m going to host a series on the travel channel and eat a shit load of good ass food. I’ve always said I wanted to take Samantha Brown’s job except I would be awkward as fuck in front of a camera and I’m not exactly a ray of sunshine to look at so that would be a negative
My Thoughts While Grooming My Horse
Me: I swear this horse rolls in mud on purpose just to piss me off.
Me: How does one creature acquire so much dust?
Me: This brush sucks.
Me: I don't even know why I have it.
Me: I don't even know where it came from.
Me: Or why I continue to use it.
Me: I'm brushing this horse and the dust just goes right back on.
Me: [continues brushing watching dust]
Me: What the fuck did you roll in?
Me: Oh shut up the spray bottle does not hurt you.
Me: You're fine, god.
Me: Bitch don't you dare bite me.
Me: Hoof picks with brushes are so much better.
Me: I don't even know why they make the other ones.
Me: Is that thrush? Shit.
Me: Nevermind no it's not.
Me: You would have to shit right now.
Me: Thanks a lot, really.
Me: Okay this is not a show, good enough.
Okay, I’m turning this shit in. It’s only 288 words long, if I read it out loud it would take nowhere near 5-7 minutes but I’m so done with this. There’s no way I’m going to figure out a way to somehow record a powerpoint, put my narration on top of it and post it on tumblr. If Palumbo thinks I’m going to do all of that she’s on crack.
My english class makes me want to cry and also rip my face off and throw it at my professor. I want to do well but when she asks us to do all this pointless shit that doesn’t make any sense I get really frustrated and to keep from having a complete mental breakdown I have to make myself not care and uggghhhh
hackamore: this project is probably worth half of my grade and i just cannot bring myself to finish it.
Somehow I’m supposed to post a powerpoint on Tumblr or something? I don’t think that’s possible. Wtf Palumbo. Wtf.
aaackles: horses and supernatural were the best decisions of my life by far
Less than half of the horses that started Rolex are moving on to show jumping… thats crazy.