Kinda got bored last night...and since i have no money to frivolously spend i took an alternate route...roll the tape
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
2 birds...one shotgun shell holding hundreds of small bb's
So being from the REAL California aka Los Angeles its only expected that I am a fan of the only true basketball organization out there... tHe Lake show, Kobe's world, LAKERS...whatever the fuq u wanna call em. Now..moving to Utah most people esp D-Ray( who is a fan since day one) said or even called te say i better not become a jazz fan. Actually i had a voice recording of when Dray called to tell me how he felt....so ill type how the convo went:
D-Ray: What up B?
Me: Nada man just living the dream..how are you?
D-Ray: Im good...i forgot to tell you before u left for Utah, that if you become a Jazz fan now that ur out of CA, Im going to chop my hair off..burn it, send it to locks of love and put your name on it you dirty pirate wilderbeast
THEN BAM!....hangs up on me
OK the call didnt really go like that but the call happened none-the-less. Anyways where was I? Oh yea so when i first moved out here one of the first things I did was go to a Jazz game with Sven, jamie and her friends:
well anyways I felt like a tourist that knew no english in some pigmy village...for i knew nothing about the jazz other than that Karl Malone and John Stockton ran the show. So I asked Sven to give me the low low on the jazz. Now i had a good teacher because at the end of the day I found out that good ol Steevey Boy likes Jazz more than Miles Davis...wait what? Nevamind back to my boring story. So anyways i was starting to enjoy the jazz but not even close to my love for purple and gold and I was trying to scheme a way to justify my love for the state I live in and also where im from...then BAM! like a bat out of hell....i was broadsided by a glowing purp and gold jersey at the D.I. so i picked it up saw it was kind of my size and proceeded to the checkout...$1.50 is what i paid cause momma taught me to be a bargin shoppa:
" oh b walt...is that a Malone Lakers jersey?!!!" Yo daaaaaammmmmmn right it is...REP yo Hood son!
Well thats really all ive got for you today but here are some fotos of our latest snow storm..enjoi!
that first one is our front yard and here is our street...Peace out!
D-Ray: What up B?
Me: Nada man just living the dream..how are you?
D-Ray: Im good...i forgot to tell you before u left for Utah, that if you become a Jazz fan now that ur out of CA, Im going to chop my hair off..burn it, send it to locks of love and put your name on it you dirty pirate wilderbeast
THEN BAM!....hangs up on me
OK the call didnt really go like that but the call happened none-the-less. Anyways where was I? Oh yea so when i first moved out here one of the first things I did was go to a Jazz game with Sven, jamie and her friends:
well anyways I felt like a tourist that knew no english in some pigmy village...for i knew nothing about the jazz other than that Karl Malone and John Stockton ran the show. So I asked Sven to give me the low low on the jazz. Now i had a good teacher because at the end of the day I found out that good ol Steevey Boy likes Jazz more than Miles Davis...wait what? Nevamind back to my boring story. So anyways i was starting to enjoy the jazz but not even close to my love for purple and gold and I was trying to scheme a way to justify my love for the state I live in and also where im from...then BAM! like a bat out of hell....i was broadsided by a glowing purp and gold jersey at the D.I. so i picked it up saw it was kind of my size and proceeded to the checkout...$1.50 is what i paid cause momma taught me to be a bargin shoppa:
" oh b walt...is that a Malone Lakers jersey?!!!" Yo daaaaaammmmmmn right it is...REP yo Hood son!
Well thats really all ive got for you today but here are some fotos of our latest snow storm..enjoi!
that first one is our front yard and here is our street...Peace out!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
forgetfulness
Today i woke up around 9:30 in pursuit of goodtimes. Its been almost 2 weeks since I was last on snow...so with my first day off since being back from SF I decided to cruise up too Park City to get some turns in. It rained pretty much the whole way up to the hill but whatevs, ive snowboarded in rain,wind, snow, hail, sleet, and sunshine so i could deal with it. Parking was good..not to many people were there which was surprising because today was the last day of the Sundance Film Festival . Anyways put on my ghetto gown and went to get my gogs to switch out lenses and realized.....I forgot my gogs... Now had it been sunny it woulda been NBD (no big deal) but it wasnt. In a frantic panic, searching for eyewear i had to make the choice to either go goggle less or put on some shades to block at least some of the snow from pelting me in the eyes. I took maybe 2 turns without gogs and realized...fuck this. Put on some shades wich helped a lil but after 4 lift rides i threw in the towel...
Sunglases got drenched and fogged.. Better luck next time i guess.
Oh and i went to the area where the film festival was goin on, only to see a vacant town and a bunch of movie posters posted on boxes. Oh well missed out i guess...
Next month the BanFF film festival comes thru Utah...ima have to make it to that one.....CIAO
Sunglases got drenched and fogged.. Better luck next time i guess.
Oh and i went to the area where the film festival was goin on, only to see a vacant town and a bunch of movie posters posted on boxes. Oh well missed out i guess...
Next month the BanFF film festival comes thru Utah...ima have to make it to that one.....CIAO
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
First Plane ride..sf.snow
Yo yo yo homie yo. So i just recently turned 23 and up until last week I had never flown on a plane. Well i guess its never too late to take flight.
Destination: San Fransisco
Departure: Salt Lake City
ETA: 1hr 15 mins.
My first plane ride was pretty mellow but i was alone..seeing that I never flew Pre 9/11 the security measures seemed whatever and did not take long at all. Im not gonna lie...I was a little confused walking around the airport but I figured things out in no time. Fast forward about and hour and i'm boarding the plane. Drunk as FUQ....jus kidding.. I had my skateboard as carry on which didnt fly well with the hoodrat beotch i sat next too. After she complained to the stewardess and nothing changed we took flight:
ok I lied...I didnt fly alone because I opened up SKY magazine and saw a familiar backside (no homo) its blokes bro Sven Nyman:
Anyways mid flight my food came. I actually got a lobster tail, king crab, and a glass of Dom P..kidding but the Biscoff cookies and sugar free fresca was gweat:
After scarfing down some ecsquisite foods i looked out the window only to see my old home of mammoth lakes along with June lake..ahh the memories:
So after some hoodfigga by the name of vAn pizzled me up we stopped by In and Out and grabbed some food and proceeded west to 22nd and geary, where i was greeted with madd knucks:
After saRah gave me knucks we skated down to the laundry mat and by we i mean Vaneskeckler and I:
nice sandals goomba.
so as the day met the night we had a coupla beverages and sat on some fire escape being hooligans chit chatting about stuff i can not rememba:
The next day we went to the park...not a clue which one prolly golden gate park and played frisbee (no homo) and drank mermosas? anyways here is van trying to catch a football one handed...which really didnt work out:
here are more fotos of the parkizzle:
WE left the park and the party continued at casa de vankatsarnik ave and i got my hure did:
blah blah blah sarah cooked stir fry? and then I stood on a rooph top:
sorry i dont feel like writing about much so ima just give lil stories on certain things; Here i took a picture of the street and then got high:
the next day sarah katie and I went to Baker Beach? were it was about 70 degrees. It was different cause i got to listen to some lady with a shit boston accent tell her dog to Bite her willy and then she broke into a Biggie Smalls freestyle.. Ahh people are glorious. We also possibly saw whales swimming offshore...but that fun fact is still under speculation:
After a long day of hanging out, we all decided ice cream was a good thing since it was hella hot. Joes Ice Cream is excellent and heres prooph:
Fo shizzle ok so the night ended and the next day the usualy suspects went and played some tennis while i sat there feeling like a pedaphile at at childrens park...eeek
actually as i skim thru pictures...i got down tooooo:
That night the bros came into town..the bro's being Jr, Sam, Montes, and Patchett:
WE all gave thug hugs no homo and proceeded to the bar..some dive but it was mellow to see the BRO's again, Not only did i see the BROs i got a taste of SF art in the bathroom...ahhh what a beaut!
BROS: and COOL GUY
sam lawree even showed up and he was havin a good time:
the next day we all woke up sharply around 11 and walked down to geary and had some buffalo burger to start the day off right:
It turns out that Sam Laurie became a model after i left CA...and i can see why: BOOM!
You guessed it...we went to the park again, then after we went and slammed some man sodas and gave a toast to the night:
we then moved the party down the road where intoxication dancing and brawling took place..ahh goodtimes:
When I departed from SFO it was a warm sunny day then i arrived in SLC to bitter cold:
Oh before I left i also went snowboarding thats a lil fun fact....saw some pow saw some trees and even a rainbow....no homo:
All and all it was a good trip. Someone once said that the hardest thing that one person can do is nothing at all....turns out that person was wrong its actually pretty easy.
Big thanks to Sarah for cookin me home meals while in SF and givin me the stink eye
thanks katie for being on crack 99% of the day
Big Ups to V ( hey B.......its V...) for pickin my RHE RHE ass up at the airport and droppin me off and gettin me In and Out and turning into Uersala?
Click clap Bow to my brothers from Bro Cal who came up (sam,montes,jr,patches) good times..plenty more to come
And west coast bang bang to my brotha Blake for taking me too and from the airport..Much love
Id like to thank the academy.....
JK peaceeeeeeee
Destination: San Fransisco
Departure: Salt Lake City
ETA: 1hr 15 mins.
My first plane ride was pretty mellow but i was alone..seeing that I never flew Pre 9/11 the security measures seemed whatever and did not take long at all. Im not gonna lie...I was a little confused walking around the airport but I figured things out in no time. Fast forward about and hour and i'm boarding the plane. Drunk as FUQ....jus kidding.. I had my skateboard as carry on which didnt fly well with the hoodrat beotch i sat next too. After she complained to the stewardess and nothing changed we took flight:
ok I lied...I didnt fly alone because I opened up SKY magazine and saw a familiar backside (no homo) its blokes bro Sven Nyman:
Anyways mid flight my food came. I actually got a lobster tail, king crab, and a glass of Dom P..kidding but the Biscoff cookies and sugar free fresca was gweat:
After scarfing down some ecsquisite foods i looked out the window only to see my old home of mammoth lakes along with June lake..ahh the memories:
So after some hoodfigga by the name of vAn pizzled me up we stopped by In and Out and grabbed some food and proceeded west to 22nd and geary, where i was greeted with madd knucks:
After saRah gave me knucks we skated down to the laundry mat and by we i mean Vaneskeckler and I:
nice sandals goomba.
so as the day met the night we had a coupla beverages and sat on some fire escape being hooligans chit chatting about stuff i can not rememba:
The next day we went to the park...not a clue which one prolly golden gate park and played frisbee (no homo) and drank mermosas? anyways here is van trying to catch a football one handed...which really didnt work out:
here are more fotos of the parkizzle:
WE left the park and the party continued at casa de vankatsarnik ave and i got my hure did:
blah blah blah sarah cooked stir fry? and then I stood on a rooph top:
sorry i dont feel like writing about much so ima just give lil stories on certain things; Here i took a picture of the street and then got high:
the next day sarah katie and I went to Baker Beach? were it was about 70 degrees. It was different cause i got to listen to some lady with a shit boston accent tell her dog to Bite her willy and then she broke into a Biggie Smalls freestyle.. Ahh people are glorious. We also possibly saw whales swimming offshore...but that fun fact is still under speculation:
After a long day of hanging out, we all decided ice cream was a good thing since it was hella hot. Joes Ice Cream is excellent and heres prooph:
Fo shizzle ok so the night ended and the next day the usualy suspects went and played some tennis while i sat there feeling like a pedaphile at at childrens park...eeek
actually as i skim thru pictures...i got down tooooo:
That night the bros came into town..the bro's being Jr, Sam, Montes, and Patchett:
WE all gave thug hugs no homo and proceeded to the bar..some dive but it was mellow to see the BRO's again, Not only did i see the BROs i got a taste of SF art in the bathroom...ahhh what a beaut!
BROS: and COOL GUY
sam lawree even showed up and he was havin a good time:
the next day we all woke up sharply around 11 and walked down to geary and had some buffalo burger to start the day off right:
It turns out that Sam Laurie became a model after i left CA...and i can see why: BOOM!
You guessed it...we went to the park again, then after we went and slammed some man sodas and gave a toast to the night:
we then moved the party down the road where intoxication dancing and brawling took place..ahh goodtimes:
When I departed from SFO it was a warm sunny day then i arrived in SLC to bitter cold:
Oh before I left i also went snowboarding thats a lil fun fact....saw some pow saw some trees and even a rainbow....no homo:
All and all it was a good trip. Someone once said that the hardest thing that one person can do is nothing at all....turns out that person was wrong its actually pretty easy.
Big thanks to Sarah for cookin me home meals while in SF and givin me the stink eye
thanks katie for being on crack 99% of the day
Big Ups to V ( hey B.......its V...) for pickin my RHE RHE ass up at the airport and droppin me off and gettin me In and Out and turning into Uersala?
Click clap Bow to my brothers from Bro Cal who came up (sam,montes,jr,patches) good times..plenty more to come
And west coast bang bang to my brotha Blake for taking me too and from the airport..Much love
Id like to thank the academy.....
JK peaceeeeeeee
Sunday, January 4, 2009
rootbeer floater...foto post
Yooo... my title has nothing to do with anything...just thot it sounded kewl, wich it doesnt.
Anyways i forgot to mention that Sean Kankersor got me a fish to replace JD...i was skeptical about writing anything about it or even naming it because my luck with fish hasnt been going too well. anyways here is that bitch..
You guessed it...its a sucker fish people only buy them cause they suck. Anyways I ended up naming it Ashton...short for Ashton Kutcher cause the son-of-a-B played dead(punk'd) more than sean ski's...wich is a lot. OK so sean got this fish cause he felt bad for killing jd..Wich i thot was a nice gesture. Well i think that Ashton killed bergy therefore sean killed both my fish. Haha
Ok ok OK fuck that shit fuck that shit.... Ashton soon met his creator because after bergy died there was nothing left to clean in the tank
Name of the Departed: AShton
Cause of Death: Killed his food source and over all EMO-Ness.
Next question... Or shall i say next blog entry without title. It was the holiday season and it was just sean and i ( homo no!) cause blake went back to sascatchacoonanoon utah to celebrate with the fam bam. Anyways woke up x mas morning opened the box my mommy sent me and was stoked to see my plane ticket to SF , a heat blanket and other goodies suplied mostly from mom padre...thanks!!!!
New years came around...i wrote a book on what i did on new years here it is:
NEW YEARS 09 by white money aka b walt:
Alone at home bottle of jack in the left hand razor blade on the right....the end
ur right it was a shitty book but it was also a shitty new years...sean white and i were both sick...no bueno
BEEP BEEP BEEP back the truck up...dec 30th was my 37th birthday a day which i thot was going to suck because i had to work in the morning, but it acutally ended up being a great night. Blake lewy and sean and Sven and Maddi? all took me out to StoneBridge? i think thats the name. whatever it was, i was stoked... sven and I shared this masterpiece of a pizza:
Even Blake and Shay dub got down on some pool...sean lost ov course..while lewy sweet talked some little kid..and was coaching him on life:
This is a Picture of Blakes brother Sven...i dont personally know the parents of these young gents...but they must be rad cause they produced some pretty stand up human beings?
Anyways as the night progressed it became a great time to share a few man sodas with the bros:
especially this bro:
The night at the restaurant ended with a sweet tasting teramisu? dont know how to spell it ut it was dammmmn good:
ahhhh that was yummy...as we left blake flexed for me...i like it...no homo:
the whole night we rolled in class no biggie:
knock knock! whos there? RAT TAIL: BAM!
the later the night became the weirder it got..here is blake being sean:
after becoming gangsters we went bowling at some scary place but blake shined like gold in the sun?
more bowling sean maddie and flake
Shaun Mad-eye and Plake all had a bet goin on who would win and since I won the first round we had to go for a round 2...in wich blake won that round and took a modest photo to rub in Seans fayce:
peace out bros:
thanks again to blake, sean, steven, maddy for making me not a loser on my b day: And also gracias to all who wished me a happy b-day and bergnar and nana for sending me cards out in the boondocks of salt lake:
Check back soon...Ill have some fotos of the snowboard park bein built in our backyard..Ciao
Anyways i forgot to mention that Sean Kankersor got me a fish to replace JD...i was skeptical about writing anything about it or even naming it because my luck with fish hasnt been going too well. anyways here is that bitch..
You guessed it...its a sucker fish people only buy them cause they suck. Anyways I ended up naming it Ashton...short for Ashton Kutcher cause the son-of-a-B played dead(punk'd) more than sean ski's...wich is a lot. OK so sean got this fish cause he felt bad for killing jd..Wich i thot was a nice gesture. Well i think that Ashton killed bergy therefore sean killed both my fish. Haha
Ok ok OK fuck that shit fuck that shit.... Ashton soon met his creator because after bergy died there was nothing left to clean in the tank
Name of the Departed: AShton
Cause of Death: Killed his food source and over all EMO-Ness.
Next question... Or shall i say next blog entry without title. It was the holiday season and it was just sean and i ( homo no!) cause blake went back to sascatchacoonanoon utah to celebrate with the fam bam. Anyways woke up x mas morning opened the box my mommy sent me and was stoked to see my plane ticket to SF , a heat blanket and other goodies suplied mostly from mom padre...thanks!!!!
New years came around...i wrote a book on what i did on new years here it is:
NEW YEARS 09 by white money aka b walt:
Alone at home bottle of jack in the left hand razor blade on the right....the end
ur right it was a shitty book but it was also a shitty new years...sean white and i were both sick...no bueno
BEEP BEEP BEEP back the truck up...dec 30th was my 37th birthday a day which i thot was going to suck because i had to work in the morning, but it acutally ended up being a great night. Blake lewy and sean and Sven and Maddi? all took me out to StoneBridge? i think thats the name. whatever it was, i was stoked... sven and I shared this masterpiece of a pizza:
Even Blake and Shay dub got down on some pool...sean lost ov course..while lewy sweet talked some little kid..and was coaching him on life:
This is a Picture of Blakes brother Sven...i dont personally know the parents of these young gents...but they must be rad cause they produced some pretty stand up human beings?
Anyways as the night progressed it became a great time to share a few man sodas with the bros:
especially this bro:
The night at the restaurant ended with a sweet tasting teramisu? dont know how to spell it ut it was dammmmn good:
ahhhh that was yummy...as we left blake flexed for me...i like it...no homo:
the whole night we rolled in class no biggie:
knock knock! whos there? RAT TAIL: BAM!
the later the night became the weirder it got..here is blake being sean:
after becoming gangsters we went bowling at some scary place but blake shined like gold in the sun?
more bowling sean maddie and flake
Shaun Mad-eye and Plake all had a bet goin on who would win and since I won the first round we had to go for a round 2...in wich blake won that round and took a modest photo to rub in Seans fayce:
peace out bros:
thanks again to blake, sean, steven, maddy for making me not a loser on my b day: And also gracias to all who wished me a happy b-day and bergnar and nana for sending me cards out in the boondocks of salt lake:
Check back soon...Ill have some fotos of the snowboard park bein built in our backyard..Ciao
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