I fell off of Riley yesterday (again) and cracked my tailbone on the railing of the fence. It feels like I broke my ass in two but my dad says I'm fine. Lol. In other, less happy, news, Jason (my trainer of one year) is leaving Georgia for a barn in Tennessee...this leaves me with one FUCKING HUGE PROBLEM, guys. 1.) Matthew needs a trainer. Not just ANY trainer, as everyone thinks. He needs a professional, one who is firm but patient. There are what...two besides jason who do this for green horses. One is about four hours away and the other is an eventer, not interested in hunter showing. 2.) I need a trainer. This eventer guy doesn't give lessons, unless they are dressage lessons, in which case I am not a dressage rider in the least. However, it is probably going to do wonders for my equitation to ride a few dressage lessons. Jason'll still be down for shows, but on the minus side, i have to do only the shows he comes down for, which isn't fucking fair to me at all. I want to A show, and I want to A show all through my region. With my Matthew. And how the fuck am I going to do that without a trainer?! And then, of course, Matthew either needs to be at the barn of the trainer or the trainer needs to come to us to ride him, but you see, this eventer guy is at rockhouse now, and rockhouse is a freaking dump. I am not subjecting my baby to that place. No. THE END. God, I am so pissed. When I say my mood is terrible, I mean like I feel ready to do terrible things. Horrible things. Like, jaywalk.