The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of flying.

There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying.

          The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

          Pick a nice day, it suggests, and try it.

          The first part is easy.

          All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and the willingness not to mind that it’s going to hurt.

          That is, it’s going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground.

          Mist people fail to miss the ground, and if they are really trying properly, the likelihood is that they will fail to miss it fairly hard.

          Clearly, it is this second part, the missing which presents the difficulties.

          One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally.  It’s no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won’t.  You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you’re halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it’s going to hurt if you fail to miss it.

          It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal.  Hence most people’s failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.

          If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination) or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seen to be slightly foolish manner.

          This is a moment for superb and delicate concentration.

          Bob and float, float and bob.

          Ignore all considerations of your own weight and simply let yourself waft higher.

          Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful.

          They are most likely to say something along the lines of, ‘Good Gosh, you can’t possibly be flying!’

          It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.

          Waft higher and higher.

          Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops breathing regularly.

          DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.

          When you have done this a few times you will find the moment of distraction rapidly becomes easier and easier to achieve.

          You will then learn all sorts of things about how to control your flight, your speed, your manoeuvrability, and the trick usually lies in not thinking too hard about whatever you want to do, but just allowing it to happen as if it was going to anyway.

          You will also learn about how to land properly which is something you will almost certainly cock up, and cock up badly, on your first attempt.

I just thought, for those people who do and don't know me, I would write up a brief summary of me...  unlike my msn profile which is my Role Playing charachter's Profile.

To start of, I was born in the Fraser Valley, (Vancouver BC, Canada) in the year of 1984.  Grew up here and spent most of my life in this beautiful place. I've travelled across canada a few times, to my family in Nova Scotica.  I'm Scotish, with a mix of Native American, (Meti-Cree) and some German.  I have Dark brown hair, Hazel eyes, and fair skin.  My height is around 5 foot. And I wiegh about 100lbs. I have many hobbies and interests, I love reading and writing, socializing, and just hanging out.  Shopping, most any sport, working on cars, and role-playing. I'm not much of a TV person, but i will become glued to it, regretfully, (which is why i hate the thing) I'm a cHristian, Spiritual, more so than religous, but i won't get into that.  I'm a proud Canadian and love my country. I'm dating this guy named Devin.  He's great.  We've been dating since October 2004.He likes cars, hockey, and music.  He plays a bit of guitar and is going to school to become an automotive mechanic.  I come from a small family. Both parents, one yunger sister, 2 grandparents, and my aunt and uncle with thier son. My family owns a dog, which I named Angel. She is a cross betweem\n purebred Bordercollie and austrailn speperd.  As You should see by no, I can not spell very well. My goal in the future is to go to collage to become a Special Education Teaching Assistant and work with children with special needs.  When I'm not at home I'm spending timewith my bf, or my other friends.

For those who know me, feel freeto add thoughts, comments, or even stories to this.

Going clubbing tonight.  First time ever.  Been to a bar, never a club though.  My predictions?  I'm a lonely bored wallflower who is shy and huddled in a corner.  Fears?  Just that. I don't want to stick out like a sore thumb. Will I look alright? Will I fit in?  Oh well, it's for a good cause.  One of my bf's friends is leaving for Fort Saint John,and it's a farewell party.  We'll see what's going to happen..