Hey... thanks to everybody that responded to my last post. Calmed my nerves a lot.
So... b-day weekend... whoodiefuckin'do. I'm not a teenager anymore, that's kind of wierd. I guess I don't have anymore excuses to be juvenile.
What did I do? I skied on Friday, opening day at Loveland... it was a riot, went up with a bunch of my buddies for the railjam (check out some photos in my pics) I shot 775 frames, which is sweet... I know I'll make some money off them, and i'll be promoting my friends who deserve the recognition.
That night, i went to the movie premiere which turned out to be a shitfest. Everybody was WASTED, and i was sober as a judge... i had to be working, shooting photos and videos. There were a bunch of fights over stupid shit... sometimes i really hate the ski industry. To cap that night off, I had done all of the box-art and photography for the film, and i didn't even get my name in the credits. Very lame. So, i decided to pass up the afterparty to go home. Watched Run Lola Run again, and finally smoked myself to sleep.
Saturday, i worked all morning, and then in the afternoon I went and got a birthday gift for myself... a two month old Kitten... i don't know what i'm going to name her yet, but i'm leaning towards 'Agent M' She's tiny, fits in my hand... jet black, with dark brown eyes... a gorgeous little cat.
Saturday night: birthday party. Some buddies threw me a party. I didn't know anybody there... some frat-boy said some shit about my friends lip-ring (the kid who was throwing the party for me), long story, but in short... i shattered his nose (he swung first)... cops came, and i had to walk home from Table Mesa to Pearl.
Skied again yesterday.
I got one birthday card from my grandma, and one from the obsessive ex... Feels like i fell off the edge of the earth. This is the first year my parents haven't even called to say hello.
So... b-day weekend... whoodiefuckin'do. I'm not a teenager anymore, that's kind of wierd. I guess I don't have anymore excuses to be juvenile.
What did I do? I skied on Friday, opening day at Loveland... it was a riot, went up with a bunch of my buddies for the railjam (check out some photos in my pics) I shot 775 frames, which is sweet... I know I'll make some money off them, and i'll be promoting my friends who deserve the recognition.
That night, i went to the movie premiere which turned out to be a shitfest. Everybody was WASTED, and i was sober as a judge... i had to be working, shooting photos and videos. There were a bunch of fights over stupid shit... sometimes i really hate the ski industry. To cap that night off, I had done all of the box-art and photography for the film, and i didn't even get my name in the credits. Very lame. So, i decided to pass up the afterparty to go home. Watched Run Lola Run again, and finally smoked myself to sleep.
Saturday, i worked all morning, and then in the afternoon I went and got a birthday gift for myself... a two month old Kitten... i don't know what i'm going to name her yet, but i'm leaning towards 'Agent M' She's tiny, fits in my hand... jet black, with dark brown eyes... a gorgeous little cat.
Saturday night: birthday party. Some buddies threw me a party. I didn't know anybody there... some frat-boy said some shit about my friends lip-ring (the kid who was throwing the party for me), long story, but in short... i shattered his nose (he swung first)... cops came, and i had to walk home from Table Mesa to Pearl.
Skied again yesterday.
I got one birthday card from my grandma, and one from the obsessive ex... Feels like i fell off the edge of the earth. This is the first year my parents haven't even called to say hello.
sometimes i wish i could have a cat....but a cat lives in the store i work at on the weekends and then i'm glad i don't.
i need to ski sometimes this year because i've been too lazy in the last couple of years to motivate myself to go. i'm a green slope wimpy skier anyways!