Apparently there's this site that lets you go to Mt Tremblant Canada for free if you get enough people to sign up under your name. I hear it's pretty much just a huge party with hundreds of college students from all over the country. They have a completely separate trip for high school students too. Has anyone heard of it? www.skitravel.com ?? I haven't been before but it sounds to good to pass up.

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Effective April 1 - 30, 2003 the Forest Service will be implementing and enforcing a Supervisor's Closure on Vail Mountain, which will prohibit unauthorized access to the Minnie's Deck area where the end-of-season BB&B event has occurred. The Forest Service issued a directive to Vail Resorts under the terms of their special use permit to shut down the BB&B event on Vail Mountain. Historically the BB&B event has taken place at Minnie's Deck and the event had evolved into a gathering of as many as 2,000 people. The behavior of participants posed serious risks to public health and safety as well as caused resource damage. The Supervisor's Closure will be in effect to ensure protection of public health and safety.

So, with a stroke of the pen, the US Forest Service ended the infamous end-of-season party on Vail Mountain, ending a 22 year tradition.  Know by many variations, Boobs, Boomers and Beers; Buns, Boobs, and Beers; Boobs, Booze and Brews, etc, (BB&B) was held on the second Tuesday in April as a way for Vail valley residents and employees to blow off some steam at the end of the season.  The event started in 1980 as a small end-of-season birthday party on Minnie's deck. BB&B devolved into an orgy of drinking, snowball fights and raucous behavior. During the last several years, partiers spent days before BB&B building large snow forts, stashing large quantities of alcoholic beverages, and, too often, hauling up more illicit substances.

Historically, the end of season party probably started much earlier with the Great Race.  This season-ender was usually held in Lionshead and People would dress up in all kinds of wild costumes. A photo of Vail local hooligan Packy Walker standing on the winner’s podium wearing nothing but a fig leaf and his gold medal made the front page of the Vail Trail newspaper. After Vail executives and lawyers killed that event people continued to get costumed up and party at Minnie's Deck.  In those days it was called the mountain formal.  Costumes included top hats and suits as well as high school prom dresses, horrible powder-blue tuxedoes and ballerina tutus.  The event grew and was combined with Warren Miller’s Mad Mountain Marathon and the Rubber Legs Slalom.  The race involved 150 or more slalom gates at the bottom of Vail Mountain and the event raised money for local charities.

When I was there in the spring of 2002, my brother Travis, his wife Michelle, Mayela and I went to the BB&B.  We all carried backpacks loaded with beers, booze and buds.  When we arrived at Minnie's deck the atmosphere was relaxed and people were lounging on the deck in the sun enjoying the event.  We set up camp on the deck and in one of the nearby snow forts crafted by a group of Beaver Creek's happyshack community.  We took some runs and explored the other various snow forts in the woods.  It was amazing the elaborate complex of forts and the adornments within.  Some had full Ice sculpture bars complete with barstools carved from compacted snow.  Others were complete igloos with only a small portal in the roof for ventilation.  Another was an elaborate maze to thwart cops and security spies.

As the day continued, there were jam sessions on the numerous rails that had been created in the woods.  One was a 50 foot long triple wave that dumped out into the main area opening.  Eventually the traditional snowball fight erupted with the main focus from the snow forts surrounding the opening at Minnie's deck.  Some forts were equipped with water balloon launchers.  A couple of times I snuck out through the woods with my snowboard to take runs down born free.  After riding the gondola back up to the top, I'd come rolling into the woods with my pants down and flipping the crowd off in my black afro.  The trick was to ride fast and get to the fort as quickly as possible.  Poor unfortunate souls that tried to follow in the wake turbulence of my entry would get blasted into oblivion.  I would stand on the wall and yell out obscenities to the enemy forts.  The response was a furious barage of snowballs.  People were getting pissed because we were getting bombed with snow.  One time, standing on the wall, I took a water balloon launcher shot to the chest that blasted me flat on my back.  Heffe came right up like a  medic with the Jaegermeister bottle to nurse me back to insanity.

In the evening when security starts to herd everybody out of there is a Chinese downhill of sorts.  This race to the pub progresses down the mountain. There is one particularly steep pitch where people who are so f*cked up that they just take their skis off and hurl themselves bodily down the face, laughing their drunken asses off.  I came up to the edge and launched the hand bag I was carrying as high in the air as I could--only to find out Mayela had her camera in it.  We all ended up at the bars in Vail village till the weee hours of the morning.  It was amazing.  I'm glad I got to experience the greatest party on earth before it was over.  Good times

As kind of a sick footnote to all of this, the event has been commercialized in a couple of different forms. Never shy about making a buck off the sweat and toil of the locals Vail Resorts promptly christened Siebert's Mad Mountain Marathon and Beaver creek Blues, Brews, and Bar-B-Que. There is no limit to the depth of slime with Vail Management.

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What started out as a joke for a crew of jiggly old shred dogs has turned into an international sensation with annual desk jockey showdowns at Grouse Mountain in Vancouver and Bear Mountain in California. Now thanks to 686 and Malakye the Office Booyz franchise has created its very own office friendly outerwear. Well not really, there's only a hand full of these bad boys in existence but if you can correctly answer the malakye trivia of the month you can earn a spot in the randomizer which makes you eligible to win this limited edition Office Booyz Jacket sure to be the envy of office dwellers world wide.

Duff hasn't made an appearance on the blog for awhile. Lucky for us one of his high school buddies sent over some yearbook pics for us to enjoy.



Its so weird, he has the same look in every photo. Here's a link to find some yearbook photos of your buds.

Youtube extravaganza!

Pissed off cat named burger and fries



Rubber face



Greatest American hero



Manners by Mr. T



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I haven't gone a halfway decent rant in a long time, and in the face of AP Exams, Finals, and PMS, I figured now was just as good a time as any to bitch.

While driving home the other day we were listening to the local conservative talk radio station, and it came to my attention just how pathetic this place really is.  Mike Buck, the host, was discussing the ethnic backgrounds in the state of Hawaii.  Now, it's a given fact that most people here aren't white.  We're a minority, enough said.  He was getting to the point about how only 20-30% of Hawaii residents identify themselves as 'all white', and that the state with the highest percentage of self-identified 'all white' residents was Vermont.

That's all fine and dandy until he made the comment of "And really, what kind of stupid person lives in Vermont?"

Oh yes, he did.  In case the hypocrisy of this situation isn't clear enough, let me highlight some facts you may not recognize.  First off, Mike Buck is half white, half Japanese.  Local term is happa.  Second, this is a conservative radio station and pretty much all of the conservatives in Hawaii are 'all white'.  They're pretty much also all in the US Military, which doesn't make them conservatives, but it's  a fairly conservative institution.  The US Military also makes up for about 30% of Hawaii's economy, and when the tourist industry (which he saw fit to bitch about the day before this segment when AAA published that the average cost per day of vacation per adult in the state is over 700 dollars, he called it a 'gross over estimation that discouraged travel' and then continued to rant about how tourism was already a sick industry and how the price gouging wouldn't help anything at all...nevermind that it pretty much does cost that much when you factor in food, transportation, lodging, and shopping...) isn't doing as well as it used too, do you really want to go and piss off your one stable economic endeavor?

So kudos, Buck, in successfully insulting your audience.  Perhaps you should retire from the right wing and join the left.  It's not as if your red vote counts here anyways.

Party politics aside, this state is a disgrace.  The state government is a mess, restraining the power of the governor left and right and then complaining when she is unable to institute any legislations because they took away her ability to do so (Gov. Lingle is a Republican too, ironically...).  The homeless problem is pitiful.  The large majority of them are either into drugs are just refuse to work, and state efforts to aid them have failed wonderfully, providing problems for those who are actually trying to get back on their feet.

77% of local high school students actually graduate in Honolulu, and when the state offers to put forward advanced diploma projects that allow honors students and academic achievers to be rewarded for their efforts with recognitions, a huge up-roar occurred from many parents, legislators, and school board committee members alike.  God forbid we should attempt to help those who help themselves.  Most kids in this state can't locate Texas on a map, and that's including the 4.0 private school ingrates I go to school with.

So there you have it.  Just a few things that piss me off, outside from the rainbows, traffic, and 'aloha spirit'.



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So how's life as the new photo editor at SBC?
Life is definitely good working with SBC, Working for a mag is something I've hoped for since I was a wee boy.  When I found out that I did get the job there was a few days of disbelief that it was for real and then my head swelled and I knew I was officially rad.

What was it like when you finally got told that you are now working at SBC?
This season I did the most travelling I have yet for sure.  Being able to travel with your friends and call it work is still kind of strange.  It was a great season and I hope to do it all again next year.

You've been on the road a lot, how's that?
Travelling in India was awe inspiring, anywhere you look there's an epic photo waiting to be taken.  Getting around and communicating is really easy which makes it that much better.

How did you like travelling around in India?
One of the best parts of travelling this year would have to be visiting the Taj Mahal.  It's something that has to be seen in person since no photo or words can do it justice, truly amazing!! 

Do you have any stories about the best and worst moments of travelling this year?
You have to go with the flow when you travel so any bad moments usually turn rad pretty quick.

You must see a lot of young photographers sending you their photos, any tips for them?
It's been really cool to have young photogs send me there shots and as for tips I just tell them to try new things and be aware of some golden rules.

Anyone this year that is blowing you away behind the lens?
There have been a few photogs that have definitely impressed me this year but you'll have to check out the mag to see their work first hand and judge for yourself.

What new riders do you think are making a big splash in 2008?
Andrew Geeves and Seb Toots have been on a tear this season.  I think they're both going to have a lot coming out next season as far as photos and video parts.

What trend in 2008 do you see us regretting in the future?
All trends are ones that are usually regretted and I try not to pay attention.  Being conscious of Global warming and how you can help out is a trend that won't be regretted though.

What do you think of the Whistler snowboard scene?
The Whistler scene can be like high school if you want it to or it can be amazing.  Depending on the person it can be good or bad.  I've been having a great time here for years and I plan on continuing to do so. Bottom line is that people all end up here for one reason, the mountains not the scene.

Do you still get to go out and shoot as much as you like?
Ya I've been able to shoot as much as I did before so nothing's changed as far as that.

Anything important coming up that we should know about?
I'm turning 29 this summer which should be pretty rad, want to come to my party?

Where can we see your work?
Snowboard Canada is the best place but just check photo credit and it might be mine somewhere else as well

Thanks, any shout outs?
Thanks to my wife Dawn, Family and friends and anyone I've met along the way.  Good times had.

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i i am almost done with high school i am so freakin excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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yo. my name's Dasha. i:
- live in Moscow City, don't like it very much
- work in Onboard Mag cuz i love snowboarding and everything about it
- can't go out without my photocamera
- love my friends and love have fun with them
- go to high school but i DON'T LIKE goin' there. i wish to go to university as soon as it possible..
- oh yeah, i wish i could live somewhere in Finland/Norway or Germany/Austria. i love these countries very much!
- ride bmx in summer cuz it's impossible to snowboard in summer in Moscow..

peace.




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 Self Portrait - Grouse Mountain

 

Full name:
Gonzalo Tudela (AKA Gonzo)

Equipment:
Canon 1D Mark II N
Canon 1VHS
EF 15mm F2.8 Fisheye
EF 17-40mm F4L
EF 50mm F1.8
EF 70-200mm F2.8L
3x Vivitar 285HV
2003 Skidoo Summit 800

What are some career high lights for you?
Every time I get out into the backcountry a feeling of Euphoria overcomes me.  The hour or so it usually takes to get to the alpine with the constant “braaaaaaaap” from a sled is actually quite calming.  I rather throw in ear plugs than headphones.

Who do you enjoy working most with?
I think I enjoy shooting the most with one of my best friends Aaron Shapiro.  He reminds me of a Tom Penny for snowboarding.  Basically, whenever I’m out shooting with him, he’s just riding, and you can see it on his face.  Whether he’s in front of a camera on a bluebird day or in front of me doing pow slashes in fog, he’s not out to prove anything, he’s out to have fun.  If you watch his style, you’ll see what I’m talking about.  It’s like he uses the mountain as a skate park, and just destroys it every time.  9 times out of 10, I’ll be ripping around with him and he’ll do something that’ll blow my mind and I’ll say “Give me an hour to go home and get my camera gear so we can shoot that”.

What are some the challenges you find working with snowboarding instead of a studio?
My fingers get really cold, and I mean really cold.  That and changing angles is usually a lot tougher than people imagine.  Sometimes you have scale the side of a mountain that could take over an hour just to get a certain viewpoint.  Half a dozen times it doesn’t work out.  One thing I’ve learned is that you want to shoot your wide angle shots 2nd, and your telephotos first.  That way, there are no foot prints around the jumps from you walking around trying to find the right spot.

What are your favourite magazines?
Magazine’s are really a funny thing with me.  I have a subscription to snowboarder, I buy every issue of SBC off the shelves (from a local snowboard shop to support them), and I usually buy some issues of Future, Transworld, and Snowboard Mag when I’m shopping for groceries.  Truth be told, I never really read any of them.  I’m really weird that way, I have over 300 magazines, some dating back to the 90’s, but I’ve maybe read like 10% of them?  I usually use them for the eye candy.  I flip through them a few times and pick out the photos I like.  Remember them, and file the magazines away for a rainy day.
Images speak louder than words in my head, and technique plays a huge part in my mind.  9 times out of 10 when I see a photo I like, whether it’s technically sound or creatively genius, I go straight to the photographer credits to see who it is.  It’s kind of funny; most snowboarders can pick out a rider from their sponsors and their style.  I can pick out some photographers based on their lighting and composition.  There are the seasoned vets who absolutely kill it with every photo like “Yup, that’s a Zapalac photo”.

Myrosha Daley - Hemlock Valley Resort

 

Who do you think are the best photographers from last year?
There are so many that have, and will always stick out in my mind, whether or not they shoot snowboarding is another thing.  Here they are in no particular order:
Ian Ruther, Tim Zimmerman, Jordan Manley, Crispin Canon, Jon Scarth, Danny Zapalac, Andy Wright, Jeff Curtes, Kevin Zacher, Dorothea Lange, Cole Barash, Colin Adair, Blotto, Jess Mooney, Oli Gagnon, Jordana Meilleur, Russel Brown, Dano Pendygrasse, Dice K Maru, Scott Serfas, Ansel Adams, David Lachapelle, Annie Lebovitz, Charles Garcia, Owen, Jimmy Greeley, Jon Kirby.  There are some not mentioned, but that’s because I can’t brain fart them all out at once. 

What started you in photography?
My friend Mike from elementary school bought a Yashica FM SLR and I was fascinated by the split focus screen.  It just boggled my mind on how the damn thing worked.  So, after playing with focus for a solid 4 hours (with no film in there) I forgot about cameras for a good 2 years.  Then one summer I made friends with this crazy Mexican who was in town with his family for a month.  Their parents bought a new camera, and gave me their old one. (a nice wall mart special point and shoot).  I began shooting wall mart film on this point and shoot of me and my friends skating.  That phased out after I ran out of money.  I mean, for a 10 year old kid, $10 a roll with processing wasn’t really worth 24 photos.
So high school came along, and I made friends with a guy named Eric, and one day he showed me his Grandpa’s old camera.  And that’s what did it.  After I picked up that Minolta X-GM with a split focus screen, all I wanted to do was take pictures with it.  So, after a $200 shutter repair to the camera, I borrowed it for about 2 years and made every mistake you could possibly make with an SLR.  I then went back to my friend Mike to get some help and learned a few things, and borrowed his flash for a solid 6 years.  I finally gave the camera back to Eric and went out to buy my very first digital SLR, a Canon 20D.

What was the moment that made you decide that you wanted to take photos of snowboarders as a career choice?
The very first time I sent a photo to Colin Adair.  He was the nicest dude I had ever dealt with, and after I sent him a preview jpg, he asked for the RAW right away.  I sent it to him and kept pressing the refresh button for like 30 minutes until I heard back from him.  I got word they were going to run the shot in the upcoming issue.  But 2 weeks later, I got an email saying it wasn’t going to run, but that he wanted to see more in the future.  It didn’t matter to me that they weren’t going to run it, the only thing that mattered was that someone actually kind of liked a photo of mine.  It became my mission to impress this dude who worked at SBC.
Later on that year I get an invite email to the 24/36, and decided to do it.  When I picked up the roll of film and stuck it in my camera I had decided that this was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.  I have an extreme obsession over snowboarding and love for photography that this just seemed to be the right thing to do.

What's a perfect working day for you?
Having a Leica rangefinder with 3 rolls of TMAX 3200 in my pocket shredding pow with some close friends.  But I have to go buy a Leica first…

What is a favourite photo of yours that has not been published?  What's the story behind it?
The shot of Myrosha Daley I have here on Mount Seymour.  I just like how everything is in the red/orange hue and you can see the oil tankers in the Burrard Inlet.  It’s one of those things that everything was going wrong that day, and my flash kept mis-firing.  I crossed my fingers and told Myrosha to drop in.

Myrosha Daley - Mount Seymour

What is one of your favourite photos in general?  What's the story behind it?
Probably my favorite photo of all time is a photo done by Dorothea Lange called “White Angel Bread Line”.  It’s a photo taken in 1932 during the depression era near her studio in San Francisco.  There was a wealthy woman known as “White Angel” who set up a breadline to help cope with the 14 million unemployed in the country.  The photo is very simple, yet extremely powerful and has always stuck out in my mind that there are people less fortunate out there, and that I have to live my life to the fullest and be thankful for everything I have and work for.  Here’s a link for the photo: http://www.gtphoto.ca/whiteangel.jpg

Your name is not too common, do you find you get a lot of different reactions from people?
Oh ya.  Tons of people never believe me when I say “Hey, I’m Gonzo”.  They think I’m making up some nick name or trying to avoid telling them my real name.  Sometimes, when I’m really lucky, chicks dig the name.  They think it’s cool and hot, two things I definitely lack.  There is a disadvantage though.  Everyone remembers your name, and it’s hard to remember all the Jons and Nicks out there.  Usually I remember someone by their face, and not their name.

Shout outs?
I hate shout outs.

Aaron Shapiro - Grouse Mountain

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Brothers
Current mood: drained

You know, my entire life I wanted to set a good example for my little brother. The only problem was, I didn't know how, and I ended up making a horrible example for him. The only good thing I ever did for him was be there when he needed me and trusted him with everything. If I had to choose a best friend, no restrictions, my brother would definitely be the one. The problem is, people mean best friend as in other than family, so I normally don't put his name down on surveys.

I always wanted him to grow up to be the best that he could be, be the person he wants to be, and I wanted to be the person who was there for him no matter what. But I effed this up when I decided to get married. I won't be there to see him bring his first girlfriend home, and I won't be around if he needs a shoulder to cry on. He can't vent his frustration about our parents to me, like I could to him, and I can't be there if some Senior decides to make him the butt of one of his/her jokes. That was the one thing that I could not stand about high school; the older one's always thought that they were better, superior, and just...well...better than us, at least in Gruver.

 Daniel has to grow up with this on his own, when all I had to do was vent to him, and he listened. He was my friend, my shoulder to cry on, and my quick get away. I needed him through the toughest years of my life, and he's going to need me too. I just won't be there. It is for this reason that I, sadly, regret getting married.

 I feel, usually, that you should never regret anything, because at one time, it was exactly what you wanted, but this is one circumstance where I do not live by that. I regret walking down that isle and making myself happy, before I made anyone else happy. I was thinking only of myself, and that is not right. He deserves better than that. He deserves exactly what he gave to me, but all I can give is a phone call, and that just doesn't seem the same. I know that one day, he will fall head-over-heels, so to speak, for a young seemingly beautiful girl and he will feel like his life is over when she leaves him, or when he decides that things just aren't working out like he thought they would. It is this period in his life that he will need a physical shoulder to cry on, and being rejected this, he will be shoved into depression, just as was I.

This fills me with great fear, because I know that he is labeled emo. This worsens my fears, knowing that I too was labeled as such, and I also did what it was that most emos are recognized for. My scars will never heal, and my heart will never mend from them. This is what my fears are based upon. I do not wish for my inocent younger brother to end up like I did. I want only the best for him. I also hope that those of you who read this try to give me some ideas of what I could do. Even with the gas prices, my only thought is to take the car and high-tail it to Perryton when he needs me. He is just like me in the respect that, as a teen, he wants nothing to do with my parents when it comes to infatuation. He needs someone whom he knows he can trust, someone whom he was there for, someone, like an older sister. I know he hides his feelings, as did I, and this is also psycologically unhealthy...I only wish that I was there for him to talk to daily.

That was our thing...everyday after school...we would tell each other of our days, and then of the hurt, the boredom of a teacher's lesson, and the happiness. This was always the highlight of my day. If it weren't for my brother, I might not be here writing this blog. Instead, I might be at the foot of a block of cold, hard stone, with the date of my death inscribed upon it.

I only pray that this does not happen to my brother. Perhaps, instead of being a negative influence, I was a positive influence, in that I showed him what NOT to do.

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What is Love?
Current mood: distressed

Love...is it overrated? or is it underrated?

i believe that most people find that it is overrated, but let me speak! I found love, in the eyes and arms of my husband. Even after a painful heart break or two, he came to me in the mists of dispair and misery. He lifted me above the dark abyss and led me to safety when i would have jumped. Death was so welcoming, as I groped for a chance to stay alive. Half of me was torn down into deep hate and regret, and everyother bad feeling ever known to man, while the other half was fighting for air, trying not to drown in the loss and the hurt. Nothing hurts like a lost love, but at least I had that short time with him. Even if I was to lose my husband tonight, I would survive with the hope of finding another love, another to care, and with the love of my family and my friends. I have faith that they and God will not let me down. I wasted so much of my life in depression, that I missed out on many happy moments and happy memories...I was too wrapped up in my sorrow to care about others' joy. I was too blind to notice that my aloofness was hurting the one's I held closest and dearest to my heart. For this I would like to say..."Mom, Dad, Daniel, and all the many others that I have hurt, I am eternally sorry for the misery I so unknowingly put you through. It was unnecessary pain and unneeded worrying. As you can see, I am better now. Thank you for your support through those times that only you will know about. Please forgive me."

Now that I have released that burden, let me continue by saying that love is not only something found once. I found love in the welcoming arms of two men. For the sake of my marriage, I will not say who the first and only other true love I found, but I will say that I will not forget what he meant to me and how he led me to become the woman that I have become and that I am still growing into. Only a select few will know of whom I speak...and I hope that I have not already said too much to let him know who he is. But I thank him everyday that I remember what he has contributed to my life.

Sure, the pain is horrendous, but, well, better to have loved and lost right? After all, the pain is a growth, the shaping of who we have been and who we will be. All of those we have lost will never be forgotton, but even still, we need to move on, if not for our health's sake. Dwelling on the past will bring pain, unnecessary hurt that can be forgotton. I don't want to forget the boyfriends and the hurt and the depression, but I also don't want to live on a dream that I think might come true. Every princess dreams of her prince, and believe it or not, every prince dreams of his princess, but few realize that the one they dream about may be the girl/boy next door. I have known my husband for over fourteen years, and I am only eighteen now. And I never lost sight of Tyler from the moment I realized that I liked him. I'm not sure when that like progressed into love, and who knows...maybe it hasn't. Maybe, I made a misake in getting married. I often feel that I threw myself into something I really didn't want to do. Howver, that may just be the negativity of my family, telling me that I only got married to get out of my parent's house. To an extent, that is true, but I have always loved my mom, my dad, and espcially my brother. I regret daily not getting to watch him bring his first girlfriend home, letting him cry on my shoulders when it ended badly, and getting  to stand up for him in high school. That is one thing I have dreamed about since I was little. I love my brother, and I want the best for him. And if someone hurts him unduly, then I will jump in the car, drive to Perryton, and stand up for him just like any other loving older sibling would. I am one of the few lucky ones in this circumstance, but that is a different story.

My point is, there are times that I want to take it all back and move back into my father's house. I'll take all of the yelling, the punishment and the emotional abuse and live with it like I should have. I grew up way too fast, and I don't recommend it. It truely sux. I hate having bills, house payments, loan payments, repairs, and everything that I have to watch for...seeing as I am now a "house" wife. Love is not only an emotional feeling, but a bond between two people, and this is what so many do not understand. It's not sexual attraction, it's not that feeling you get when you think of a person, but it is the great vastness of your feelings for a person, usually of the opposite sex. These feelings go beyond a quickening of the heart, clammy hands, shaky knees. It is the greatest gift that God could give to two people. It is not Lust, it is not Sex; it is simply what God says it is...it is loving, kind, and every word.(i can't think of them all right now) It is the feeling you get when he/she smiles, laughs, kisses you, hugs you, and even the way they get mad at you. Lucky for me, I have experienced this great feeling twice, and lost once, but I did not give up...I found another.

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MY PROBLEM IS NO PROBLEM

Alan Perry

 

 

FIRST A SHORT ESSAY

A problem in one’s thinking or living can be magnified when thought about too much. Lamenting mistakes and accepting that one will make more blunders heavily affect self-image. Because this is a part of my personal philosophy my main problem is denying I have any issues. My way of life is perfect for my mindset. Anyone who tells me otherwise is the colonial English in Africa. However prizing my judgment over that of all others sometimes gets me in trouble. It is important that I learn to value the opinions of others as much as my own beliefs. In the meantime I will just forget that I sometimes discredit other people and it might stop.  

Self-fulfilling prophecies make up one’s life. When one talks or thinks about one’s self he or she paints a picture of personality. People with low self-esteem often talk about how many problems they have. Telling another person that one has an issue allows that problem to become part of the picture. People with drug problems worry all the time that they are dependent on substances. Possibly just through concern over a problem one is more drawn to the issue. If I sat around all day worrying that I have trouble getting work done I would have never completed this essay. Sadly because I thought I could just write this up in a jiffy I may of overlooked something. Those who believe they are always in the right make more mistakes then the truly self-conscious. Because I rarely ask for help or clarity I did not know if this essay required any examples from other writings. Some people scream when they see spiders or tell people they have problems peeing. My big problem is that if this essay is without a bibliography it might receive less credit. However because my words are all my own I really should be in the clear.

 

My only problem is I have very few self-proclaimed problems. Some people acknowledge their problems and find they repeat mistakes regardless. I try not to ask for help because I do not want to be dependant on it. Not having much help opens the door for creativity but it can cause blunders as well. In school my ability to take direction overshadows my ability to take directions and I go without guidelines. Creative environments thrive on this kind of thinking. However, in a capitalist society such an ideology is social suicide (Or so you would think)

 

Now The Real Story

The answer to my problem resides within the thought that my ideology is social suicide. Until my eighteenth birthday on June 16^th 2007 my ideas were simply the ideas of a confused teenager. However, now it is important that I speak only what I know to be true and not what I think might be going on. A personal statement was asked of me when I applied to university and I wrote the truth. What I did not know was that this personal statement was not sent by the University but by the RCMP. I only know this now because I have come to terms with my past in the last three days. If my days at UPEI were the final puzzle pieces in what investigators would call the most elaborate sting in the history of man I give the administration kudos on it’s fine work. Most of the allegations against me are those of the people who would not like to be implicated. Another whole bunch of allegations are myths, unless I have video evidence I cannot imagine doing any of the things people have taken from me in points of weakness and delusion. People I wanted to be mentored by never took me seriously because I thought I was normal. When I was attending Master’s Academy all I knew was that people didn’t like me even though they didn’t know me. I could never get a strait answer so I made up a very bad persona. Now I had something to work myself back from so that maybe people would accept me. Of coarse people pretended to accept this like people had pretended to accept me for my entire life. I have no idea how long it took me to go from Junior High to high school. I remember writing the tests but being unsure about the answers, but somehow I passed. The movies I like are all movies about a stranger who did not fit in society. My all time favorite movie is an Adam Sandler movie about a young man who never went to school and when he wanted to go he was sent knowingly into an environment that he was not accepted in. But when people would ask me why I liked the movie I could never come up with an answer. My parents always told me they didn’t like Adam Sandler, but they could not produce a tangible explanation either. 

My only memory of kindergarten is being able to count higher than all the other kids. In grade one I could not understand why I thought girls were so interesting when everybody else hated them. I was in choir and enjoyed it but people told me I was gay and crazy and I thought it was because I wanted to sing. I never wanted to be a singer, or a trained money making machine but I was defiantly indoctrinated with those ideas. I never understood why my teachers would take me out of class and tell me about all my potential. I did not even understand what the word meant. All I know is that I lived with my parents Brien and Peggy who loved me so much it seemed like a joke. Paranoia was and still is my reality. Of coarse my parents have been asked if what I say is true and they look at you with horribly sad eyes and deny it. It’s the same way I have glared gloomily into the eyes of the people in this world who have lied to me. This puppy dog eye look had become a common thing in today’s youth because it gets them what they want. I always knew a man could not do such things and get away with it but I was young and able to make mistakes. I remember know my parents asking me if I wanted to meet Samual L. Jackson. I refused at the time because I thought he was just coming to Calgary to see if what people said about me was true. Of coarse when I actually did meet him I was scarred because my parents took me on what I thought was a birthday dinner. Of coarse Samual L. Jackson was there, sitting close to our table, most likely with ears as open as can be. I just walked right up to him and told him that I thought he was a great man. When he heard me say that I liked him in pulp fiction one of the women with him cried out “lame!”. I quickly thought to change my approach because it was obvious my current one was not right. So I told Mr. Jackson that his performance in Star Wars was better, how could I? Oh it was easy, I had just been re-brainwashed into believing I was going for my birthday lunch. 

I am going to walk back to UPEI now but I will probably be picked up on the way. They will kill me in prison it’s all over TV, at first I had to be indoctrinated with the great Greek tragedy Oedipus Rex, They made me believe I was really getting an education. People laughed at me when I said I was going to UPEI but I thought it was because it was not a respected school. But no, it is a respected school because it is supposed to be the place that brought the dangerous criminal Alan Perry to Justice. If you are reading this I am most likely dead or waiting to stand trial.  Sadly because I have relized this finally they probably won't give me a trial. 

 

I will never drink or do drugs again no matter what a drill sergeant or a Nazi, Darwinist, Rapist, Policeman says or does to me. You have broke my spirit by feeding me false kindness good work gentlemen. 

 

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So i suppose i should update this little dingy. WELL, summer vacation is almost upon us, and that only means one thing...

well actually it means many things, i suppose. but MOST OF ALL, it means high school, and life as i know it, is coming to an end. a swift and stabby end. yes, stabby. the grad mass/luncheon is tomorrow, free food! ...and a slideshow of pics of all the grads that we've all submitted, im excited for that. i might even cry, who knows.

on thursday it will be exactly 2 weeks until im done school, exams, etc, and 3 weeks until i have no more association with the school whatsoever.

im so excited and yet so nervous. in 3 months im moving to toronto, holy jeez!

well, tomorrow...good times will be had by all, and i need to charge my camera batteries for the event!


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When I first got out of high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do beside snowboarding nor nor did I know where I wanted to be careerwise within the next 10 years. So, I kept snowboarding, went to college and studied what most of the people study: marketing... and I got out of college and still had no idea what I wanted to do.

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