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i sit here in limbo, unsure of what the upcoming time frame will hold, how i will have to relearn life, readjust life, what sort of changes will be hand. i can't be sad because i'm alive, but the unfamiliarity with everything happening around doesn't set anything on mind at easy, even if my mind is so scattered right now find the way to convey this shi*t i don't understand from moment to moment is odd, i want to yell and break shi*t but don't have the vocal capsity to be heard, i could type a bunch of nonsenseacal shi*t that seems like it convays sense and resoning, but all meaning would be lost, i'm still me, but i don't feel it yet

just in case you are out of state and unaware as to what has transpired

http://bozemandailychronicle.com/articles/2008/09/18/news/10beating.txt
http://bozemandailychronicle.com/articles/2008/09/20/news/20kingman.txt
http://www.kpax.com/Global/story.asp?S=9124482

this was when i got my shi*t back from the police from the crime scene


probably about ten days after every thing has transpired



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Brocklebank sent this in the other day. nates the man. these might be only three they have but still.

Don't miss the video kid.

 

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man made boze, god made weed, who do u trust?

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Some people think that pro snowboarders are not real people, but engineered life forms programmed to perform certain actions. Well, some of them are, but others are real people with real stories to tell. Snowblahg is Jacqui Berg, Nate Bozung, Mike Casanova, Leanne Pelosi, Matty Ryan, Robbie Sell, and Alexis Waite. They'll be telling it like it is. All the words, photos, and videos come directly from them, and come daily. It's like taking a peak at their personal diaries and discovering their deepest, darkest secrets. You'll feel like you know them so well that the next time you see one of them, you'll want to give them a hug. And please do -- the next time you see Robbie, give him a hug (he just wants to be loved). This website has been proven to improve relationships more than Match.com. In your face, Dr. Phil!

www.snowblahg.com

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"Un giorno, apparve un piccolo buco in un bozzolo; un uomo che passava per caso, si mise a guardare la farfalla che per varie ore, si sforzava per uscire da quel piccolo buco.

Dopo molto tempo, sembrava che essa si fosse arresa ed il buco fosse sempre della stessa dimensione. Sembrava che la farfalla ormai avesse fatto tutto quello che poteva, e che non avesse più la possibilità di fare niente altro.

Allora l’uomo decise di aiutare la farfalla: prese un temperino ed aprì il bozzolo.La farfalla uscì immediatamente. Però il suo corpo era piccolo e rattrappito e le sue ali erano poco sviluppate e si muovevano a stento.

L’uomo continuò ad osservare perché sperava che, da un momento all’altro, le ali della farfalla si aprissero e fossero capaci di sostenere il corpo, e che essa cominciasse a volare. Non successe nulla! In quanto, la farfalla passò il resto della sua esistenza trascinandosi per terra con un corpo rattrappito e con le ali poco sviluppate.Non fu mai capace di volare.

Ciò che quell’uomo, con il suo gesto di gentilezza e con l’intenzione di aiutare non capiva, era che passare per lo stretto buco del bozzolo era lo sforzo necessario affinché la farfalla potesse trasmettere il fluido del suo corpo alle sue ali, così che essa potesse volare. Era la forma con cui Dio la faceva crescere e sviluppare.

A volte, lo sforzo é esattamente ciò di cui abbiamo bisogno nella nostra vita.Se Dio ci permettesse di vivere la nostra esistenza senza incontrare nessun ostacolo, saremmo limitati. Non potremmo essere così forti come siamo. Non potremmo mai volare.

Chiesi la forza... e Dio mi ha dato le difficoltà per farmi forte.
Chiesi la sapienza...
e Dio mi ha dato problemi da risolvere.
Chiesi la prosperità...
e Dio mi ha dato cervello e muscoli per lavorare.
Chiesi di poter volare...
e Dio mi ha dato ostacoli da superare.
Chiesi l’amore...
e Dio mi ha dato persone con problemi da poter aiutare.
Chiesi favori...
e Dio mi ha dato opportunità.
Non ho ricevuto niente di quello che chiesi...
Però ho ricevuto tutto quello di cui avevo bisogno.

Vivi la vita senza paura, affronta tutti gli ostacoli e dimostra che puoi superarli.

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this weekend I'm going to be moving a bunch of my stuff to Bozeman, MT, I'll be making radom trips back to MN to get tattoos and grab more of my stuff but this is in the middle of all the shi*t, Jackson Hole is 3 hours away, to many other rad spots in to close of a drive, so i call this home now


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[Unpretty- TLC]

Left eye:
Find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty
Find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty

T-boz:
I wish I could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who’s inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today (yeah)

Chilli:
My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Every time I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I’m just trippin’

Chorus:
T-boz & chilli:
You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up that mac can make
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out who am i, too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty

Left eye:
Find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty

T-boz & chilli:
Never insecure until I met you
Now I’m in stupid
I used to be so cute to me
Just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things
To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you
And then I’ll get back to me (hey)

Chilli:
My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Every time I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I can’t believe I’m trippin’

Chorus

Chorus

Left eye:
As I reflect back on what I’ve used and abused
And detect that I need some clues to get through
To those that accused me of never being true
I’ll lose if I play into this game and never know the rules
So how do I bring out the me nobody sees
The forest for the trees, how ’bout the woman behind the weave
The light from within this life is the only real remedy
Or find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty

TLC:
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh)
Find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh)
Find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty

Chorus

Chorus

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Crazy days,

Amazing nights,

Many boz,

Stupid fights,

Secrets we’ll take to the grave,

Many pictures we will save,

Through good and bad, always true

My summer wouldn’t have been the same with out you…

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1. Make things up about your opponent: It's important to make your lies sound true. Preface your argument with the word "clearly." "Clearly, Fred Flooney is a liar, and a dirtball to boot."

2. Be an armchair psychologist: You're a smart person. You've heard of Freud. You took a psychology course in college. Clearly, you're qualified to psychoanalyze your opponent. "Polly Purebread, by using the word 'zucchini' in her posting, shows she has a bad case of penis envy."

3. Cross-post your flames: Everyone on the net is just waiting for the next literary masterpiece to leave your terminal! From the Apple II RoundTable to X-10 Powerhouse RoundTable, they're all holding their breath until your next flame. Therefore, post everywhere.

4. Conspiracies abound: If everyone's against you, the reason can't *possibly* be that you're a sh??head. There's obviously a conspiracy against you, and you will be doing the entire net a favor by exposing it.

5. Lawsuit threats: This is the reverse of Rule #4 (sort of like the Yin & Yang of Flaming). Threatening a lawsuit is always considered to be in good form. "By saying that I've posted to the wrong group, Bertha has libeled me, slandered me, and sodomized me. See you in court, Bertha."

6. Force them to document their claims: Even if Harry Hoinkus states outright that he likes tomato sauce on his pasta, you should demand documentation. If Newsweek hasn't written an article on Harry's pasta preferences, then Harry's obviously lying.

7. Use foreign phrases: French is good, but Latin is the lingua franca of flaming. You should use the words "ad hominem" at least three times per article. Other favorite Latin phrases are "ad nauseum," "veni, vidi, vici," and "fettuccini alfredo."

8. Tell 'em how smart you are: Why use intelligent arguments to convince them you're smart when all you have to do is tell them? State that you're a member of Mensa, or Mega, or Dorks of America. Tell them the scores you received on every exam since high school. "I got an 800 on my SATs, LSATs, GREs, MCATs, and I can also spell the word 'premeiotic' ."

9. Accuse your opponent of censorship. It is your right as an American citizen to post whatever the hell you want to the net (as guaranteed by the 37th Amendment, I think). Anyone who tries to limit your cross-posting or move a flame war to email is either a communist, a fascist, or both.

10. Doubt their existence: You've never actually seen your opponent, have you? And since you're the center of the universe, you should have seen them by now, shouldn't you? Therefore, THEY DON'T EXIST! This is the beauty of flamers' logic.

11. Lie, cheat, steal, leave the toilet seat up.

12. When in doubt, insult: If you forget the other 11 rules, remember this one. At some point during your wonderful career as a Flamer you will undoubtedly end up in a flame war with someone who is better than you. This person will expose your lies, tear apart your arguments, make you look generally like a bozo. At this point, there's only one thing to do: INSULT THE DIRTBAG!!! "Oh yeah? Well, your mother does strange things with vegetables."

Honorable Mention:
13. When all else fails, call into question someones grammar or spelling.

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k, so break was sort of a bomb. between having a crunched up pelvis and some nasty sickness that wont leave my wee little body, im sort of glad school has started. why am i glad you ask? having something to do mostly...not to mention my friends finally getting back to good ol bozeman. yeah, so since school has started and its really really important to me...excuse the large gaps of time between posts and or journal enteries. three more months of school and then freedom for the summer......did someone say road trips????!!!!

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  bush partys are the only way to go..who dosn't like hugging the cold wet snowy gravel ground, peeing in the woods (cody your ma pee buddy)falling on your ass and walking outa the bushes with snow all over yourself (and pee if your extra lucky}, walking up to people and accusing them of stealing your flask,blaming your shoes for making you walk all lopp sided...so you take them off..and complain about the cold snow making your feet all "wobbley" hah. oh dear. im sloshed..and tonight...

My Pathetic thursday night 
  hammered...i also think i got alcahol poisoning. but ...thats only cuz i thought i was gonna die. me and jer went on a chase search.because its not fun drinking gin straight...if i wanted to taste pine needles i would..buut i dont want to.so...tyson ended up taking us to safteymart in his moms minivan to get a chase.HA!WIPPED!!!  but the FACKING machine only had poweraid..ewww. that was no good...soo..and booked back to the party..As soon as we got outa the van however. i stumbled upon a big bag of boze on the side of the road(kinda in the bushes)!!! 2, 2/6's and 2 mickeys. soo..we drank that...obviously.. along with my other half a mickey of gin which tasted like pine needles. NARRRSTYYY.soo..i end up doin the whole drunk thing. and screaming at tyson because his hat was made out of rhino!!!
" rhino's are the only animals that make cotton"
so. he decides to take me home...(i never ever have a choice..) so on the way home..me and emily  read all the signs and start making animal noises and catching snow flakes with our tounges out of the window haaa. so.he takes me inside...(basically caarries me.)and makes sure im alright and...yup ended up sleeping on the bathroom floor. the next morning..i puked till about 3pm. it was jolly fun..im not drinking for a while...maybe forever...maybe 3 days...haha. ah gosh
give me N o v o c a i n e


annd give me karma!

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Thanksgiving weekend was filled with riding. I rode Big Sky Thursday and had fun on the small amount of terrain that was open. Friday a wrecking crew of seven strong drove down from Bozeman and caught opening day at Grand Targhee. The lines under Dream Catcher are already good, 18-24 inches of POW. On Saturday we hiked Teton pass and damaged a lot of equipment but were still able to find some really good stashes. Sunday we rode Big Sky again and they opened Challenger which was a lot of fun but thin cover. We still need a couple more feet at Big Sky but the cover is pretty good for this time of year.

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"Don't get famous doing pussy sh*t!"- Nate Bozung


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aaaahhhhhhhhhh, today was my first day of work in about a month and a half, felt good, but then again it was work, gotta have money to eat though, and save up for maybe a summer snowboard sesh, the night ended with one of my co-workers swinging a clothes rod around like a bo and hitting another employee in the head, lol, good times, when all the sat day night live jokes were busted and we closed up for the night i was back to debating WHAT the hell i was gonna do with my life, haha, know that question???? so far i have come up with transfering to long beach (college), moving up north to mammoth for school and snowboarding, going back to bozeman montana for montana state and snowboarding, going back to jackson hole wyoming for school and snowboarding, or something along those lines......i just knowi want to experience all i can and not have any "what ifs" before it is too late....but the one thing that i have learned from moving to cali is you dont miss something till you dont have it, but i have learned that about 10 thousand times over,dont know why it it wont stick, but theres nothing like searching for something when you dont know what it is in a totally new enviornment, part of the picture i suppose, guess i will play it by ear for now and do what feels right for moment, off to bed peeps, peace

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The calendar in use when Christ was living was the Roman calendar, devised by Emperor Julius Caesar in the year 46 B. C. For this reason, it is known as the Julian Calendar. It was an improvement over the pre-existing calendar since the length of the year (one revolution of the earth around the sun) was more accurately calculated. But it was not fully accurate. By the first Ecumenical Council in 325 A D. , it was already four years out of synchronisation. Thus, the Vernal equinox (the date in Spring when day and night are exactly equal in length) had to be moved from March 25 to March 21. As the years went by, the difference increased in 1582, four hundred years ago. Pope Gregory the 13th reformed the Julian Calendar. He omitted ten days from it it that year to correct the accumulated error and altered the leap year rule so that it wouldn't happen again. The "New Calendar," as a result, is known as the Gregorian Calendar. Those Orthodox churches which keep the Julian, or Old Calendar for the liturgical life are known as "Old Calendarist Churches ". Most of these are the Slavic Orthodox Churches. However, by today there is a 13 day difference between the Julian and Gregorian calendars.

for all you other julian calendar followers...


SRETAN BOZIC





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some Serbian humor...

'Twas the night before Bozic and all through the kuca,
I sensed the smell of posna sarma and rakija vruca.
By the dimnjak the opanci were hung kind-a krivo,
In hopes that Sveti Nikola would soon bring me some pivo.

My Tata was in his soba and he was snoring pretty hard,
I guess he was tired from stealing the tree from my neighbor's backyard.
My Mama was in the basement cooking like a fool,
Adding just the right amount of Vegeta to her corba pasulj.

When out on the lawn there arose such a galama,
My dad yelled from his room "Pa, sta je sa vama!"
There was a knocking on the front door with such a loud barrage,
I yelled through the window "This is a Serbian house...come in through the garage!"

Standing in the garage right next to my car,
Was my drunk Ujka Rade coming home from the bar.
"Ajde, idi spavaj" I told him with might, Nobody was going to ruin my chances of seeing Deda Mraz tonight.

About two hours later I heard a noise down the stairs,
I jumped from my krevet to see who was there.
Standing by the tree and eating some leftover pizza,
Was good ol' Deda Mraz reeking of homemade sljivovica.

He was all dressed in red and big as an ox,
He wore some brown papuce along with black socks.
Smelling like a gipsy that's been drinking for days,
He wasn't what I expected...I was actually amazed.

"U picku materinu, kako mrzim ovaj posao," he said,
And then I think he muttered something about his wife and how he wished she was dead.
He started putting the presents under the tree with absolutely no desire,
They were all wrapped up kinda sh*tty with the paper bags from Meijer's.

A package of 12 carape for me and another pack of 12 for my brother,
About 3 pairs of gace for my dad and a can of turska kafa for my mother.
This Serbian Santa was crooked...he was nothing like the fable,
I should've known it when he swiped my pack of smokes that I left on the table.

I yelled out "Hej!" and Deda Mraz turned around like a car,
He quickly took off one papuca and threw it at me like a ninja star.
The look in his eyes was nothing but fright,
He said "Ma, jebi se u dupe" and dashed out of sight.

Up through the dimnjak I heard a loud shriek,
Deda Mraz had just farted like some wild bik.
He got in his fijaker, specially made for hladne zime,
And he yelled at his jelene, ime po ime.

"Napred Marko i Bobane, Petre i Gorane, Hajde Jovan i Nenad, Pavle i Zoran..."
And then he yelled, "Hajdemo brze, moramo poc',

SRECNA NOVA GODINA i SVIMA LAKU NOC!!!"


SRETAN BOZIC




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The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take ANY word from the dictionary, alter it by adding subtracting, or changing ONE letter, and supply a NEW definition.

Here are this year's winners. None of them get through spellcheck.

1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
4. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.
5. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
6. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
7. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
8. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
9. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease.(This one got extra credit.)
11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these like, really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.
12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
13. Glibido: All talk and no action.
14. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
15. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.
16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the fruit you're eating.

And the pick of the literature:

18. Ignoranus: A person who's both stupid and an asshole.






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