Get a death
How about this: I didn't get to sleep until 6 this morning. Finally, I got some sleep for 3 hours, got up and started wondering about what my North Face Ski jacket stock is like today. Then I got up, and started watching Stargate SG-1. Went back to bed at noon, got up at 3:30 PM. Bloody hell.
So there wasn't much to be done, it was getting dark by 4 PM. I thought I could pay a little visit at Second Wave, a snowboard and surf store along Lonsdale Avenue, not far from my house. Speaking of experience, I spoke to this sales associate who rode in every mountain in B.C for 13 years, on mostly Option, Atomic and Lamar boards.(I suppose Lamar was what he started off with). He told me he doesn't do a lot of parks anymore, getting aged these days. (Dude, so he's old school, who witness the birth of snowboard, eh?)
Showed me some Burton binding and boots. Decent guy I gotta tell you. He owns the store, runs it like a "mama-papa" store, offers discount most of the time.
Right, so my snowboarding life is finally returning to normal. However, I've been constantly being disturbed by a group of factions that seem to have no desire of ending peopls misery; before I went to Britain for my Gap year, I spent 3 months working in a country restaurant and in a youth art camp to save up some cash for my trip. It was a brilliant summer, until this faction, or should I say the leader of "destruction" who constantly land guilt upon me. The accusation: Hating her. That;s right, it's a young female and she thinks I hate her. Just another reason pressurize me for her sorry butt; and today, after 2 years and 3 months of adventure, I get a "welcome home", so called welcome home message, from the same old faction. Still thinking I hate her. To be honest with you, she's not even good looking. Not size 14, not up for exploring my territory. Just the kinda person who makes everyone say BUZZ OFF.
Hey, if you are that person reading this right now, instead of telling you to get a life, get a death.
P.A.B!
So there wasn't much to be done, it was getting dark by 4 PM. I thought I could pay a little visit at Second Wave, a snowboard and surf store along Lonsdale Avenue, not far from my house. Speaking of experience, I spoke to this sales associate who rode in every mountain in B.C for 13 years, on mostly Option, Atomic and Lamar boards.(I suppose Lamar was what he started off with). He told me he doesn't do a lot of parks anymore, getting aged these days. (Dude, so he's old school, who witness the birth of snowboard, eh?)
Showed me some Burton binding and boots. Decent guy I gotta tell you. He owns the store, runs it like a "mama-papa" store, offers discount most of the time.
Right, so my snowboarding life is finally returning to normal. However, I've been constantly being disturbed by a group of factions that seem to have no desire of ending peopls misery; before I went to Britain for my Gap year, I spent 3 months working in a country restaurant and in a youth art camp to save up some cash for my trip. It was a brilliant summer, until this faction, or should I say the leader of "destruction" who constantly land guilt upon me. The accusation: Hating her. That;s right, it's a young female and she thinks I hate her. Just another reason pressurize me for her sorry butt; and today, after 2 years and 3 months of adventure, I get a "welcome home", so called welcome home message, from the same old faction. Still thinking I hate her. To be honest with you, she's not even good looking. Not size 14, not up for exploring my territory. Just the kinda person who makes everyone say BUZZ OFF.
Hey, if you are that person reading this right now, instead of telling you to get a life, get a death.
P.A.B!
posted by Jediyves at 9:21 PM
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