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Monday, November 19, 2007
Whoa it's been so long since I've even been on this I forgot I had it! A little note to update since it's been over a year. I finally bought my own snowboard YEAA!!! It's great... I'm just waiting until I get paid this week and I'll have some new bindings as well. I went up to Whistler this past weekend for my first time ever in winter and I was in awe. I'm in love! I wish soooo bad that I could live there. Obviously with a lack of bindings I didn't get any riding in but if I can manage to get a shift covered this weekend I'm so there. I also bought a seasons pass for Seymour this year, but they aren't open just yet. From December 17-19 my parents planned a little family trip to Silver Star that I'm super stoked for cuz I always love going back to where I first learned.
I'm so pumped for what's gonna be a rad year!
.peace and love.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
So we're finally all moved in to our apartment in Vancouver, which has been a dream all my life.
Living in Vancouver?! How rad is that?!
And I'm not even kidding you, I can see Grouse from my bedroom window at night.
This would be fabulous if I knew I'd have money this winter.
But no, I'll be staring sadly out my window all season.
Booooo!
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Published by 2ndtheBest: 3:53 PM
Updated On: 10/30/2007 at 9:22 PM
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Staring pregnant with melancholy
sedated by fear.
Unfathomable knowledge of hatred
directed endlessly in a path,
my footsteps imprinting the way.
A madding crowd inside
burns for freedom.
Conscious of cold stones around in rows,
carved with nostalgic epitaphs.
Salty streams flow and never resign,
overflowing from their abode
down a cushiony mound.
Something we keep taking from
but continues to grow,
that’s where death is placed.
And around that death, life proceeds.
Radiant petals, and shades of green,
invoke rage, and pain, and sorrow.
Begging for guidance; questioning,
musing for replies
Longing for an embrace once again.
Imagery of stillness, solemn tranquility,
as I mourn with ignorance,
no acceptance.
No ears, nor voice, nothing you can see,
you have reached now, immortality.
Killing each other with our own bare hands,
burning each other along with our lands.
Rivers run red with the blood of out brothers,
we act for ourselves but never for others.
Our firearms are household accessories,
nightmares and horror are bedtime stories.
Government versus people, life versus death,
like a cat at a mouse hole with baited breath.
Rivers of tears, lead to oceans
oceans of fear, freed into commotion.
He cannot hear our prayers anymore,
He has no more tears to cry from eyes so sore,
can’t seem to cherish life or moral rules
cannot see eye to eye with fortune’s fools.
Screaming for help from inside this cage,
Trapped in this chapter, can’t turn the page.
No one can hear me silent are my cries,
I’m living under shadows made by my lies.
I feel like there are hands covering my voice
Like I’m chained to the floor without a choice.
The cuts they bleed, not blood but the pain
That I bottle up inside again and again.
Napkins and notebooks hold words from before
as we reminisce of old memories we’re here making more.
We’re all strange in someone’s point of view
I’ve seen them stare and heard them talk about us strangers too.
Napkins and notebooks hold lyrics for songs
that tell our old stories and right all of our wrongs.
We are all here for a reason or two
but I can’t figure out why I can’t forget you.
And as children are crying and people dying,
we still hear the people criticizing.
Just if I could justify
the reasons why we’re asking why.
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Published by 2ndtheBest: 9:09 PM
Updated On: 3/12/2006 at 9:14 PM
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God please help me, help me get through this.
I need your guidance so not to reminisce.
My tears need drying and I’m so alone,
I need your leadership, your wisdom and tone.
I pray you, Lord, and all the angels above!
Please take away all of this hatred and love.
Make me feel nothing, oh make me numb,
Make my heart a void when I think of the one.
But please my Saviour, do not make him suffer,
Just don’t let him do this again to another.
Don’t let him break or hurt any more hearts,
Or rip another girl’s soul to a million parts.
Please my Father please, show him the way,
Teach him to be better each night and each day.
Lead him right and well with your loving hands
So he’ll make it to the heavens, Your holy land.
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Published by 2ndtheBest: 9:08 PM
Updated On: 3/12/2006 at 9:13 PM
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She holds the gun with the damage done
she sets it down beside her,
she keeps the blade in her shadow’s shade
she lets it go inside her.
Her hands are stained a deep, deep red
and it’s not from pomegranate juice,
she opens her fist with a trickle off her wrist
and there sits a single tooth.
Taken as a token for all the lies unbroken
left behind in pools of crimson,
for her, there is no future the past cannot reach her
left behind her is all her reason.
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Published by 2ndtheBest: 9:07 PM
Updated On: 3/12/2006 at 9:13 PM
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Well, we scored a basically free trip to Lake Lousie yesterday with Bustloose. We got a ride there on a swanky bus, free lunch, some free beer and free lift passes. So after only two hours of sleep all night I hit a hill I've never been on before. It took a while to adjust to the different snow, (I never knew it would make such a big difference.) Most of our morning was spent on the little hill practising some toe to heel turns, since that's where I'm still really lacking. We took the gondola up once too and took some green and blue runs down. We scarfed down some food and were right back out there in no time.
After lunch we took the gondola back up and we missed a sign somewhere and ended up on a black diamond! That's like nothin' for some people, but I wasn't ready for it! Most of my time on that run was spent brutally bruising my ass, smashing my flailing arms and unintentionally face washing myself. My butt thanks God for some nice, new fluffy powder in some of those spots.
Other than that, it was a great day, although the time always seems to go really fast. And so did the fourteen hours of sleep that I got last night. *sigh*
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Published by 2ndtheBest: 1:53 PM
Updated On: 10/30/2007 at 9:23 PM
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