Sunday, June 26, 2011

gone.

 - The air is amazing out here. the rough wind and the lull of the waves. Out here, you truly appreciate what the beauty of the west coast has to offer. But I cant suppress the feeling of loneliness creeping up behind me. Who are you? Where are you? What are you feeling this very moment? Hey look, the sun is beginning to peek out behind the grey mountains of clouds. And all I can say is that I wish you were here to share this moment with me.









/ / Brandon

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

sand i mina ögon

soaked up some sun yesterday with some people down at the beach yesterday! I havent been to the beach in a little while but it was quite relaxing to walk on the warm sand. Andrei is leaving today for mexico to work! All the best to him and I cant wait to party with him in August :)









Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Sunday, June 19, 2011

inställd!

I have been looking forward all week towards saturday to finally strap into the snowboard and slash some lines. But alas! Woke up this morning and found myself staring out at a gloomy rainy day. Just the though of having to deal with soggy gear was a little too much for me. I had to already deal with a few of those sessions earlier this year while filming. I can assure anyone the trade off is hardly worth it. Now that when I look back on it I am surprised I didn't catch my death doing it so often. the knees could use a break from the beatings.

It's been nice not having to drive for the past few days. Makes a huge difference when it comes to your inner spirit if you believe in that stuff. Just a few days ago, I caught the late bus instead of driving home from Cory's and it was quite nice being able to sleep or contemplate on life's little dramas. I used to bus home late quite often back in high school and I enjoyed almost every minute of it going home. I think everybody has to take a break sometime and bus if they have the option. Having some time alone to yourself does wonders, even if its for only a few minutes...

I dont even know what I'm writing anymore. Its way too late to function past 1am... going to hit the sack now. brb.



//b

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Tisdagens inslagna



Rather boring morning today. Spent most of my day fixing little issues on the computer and cleaning the house. Headed out for a quick beer with e   Then spent the evening out at Andrei's. I never had a cookout in the rain but it turned out to be better than I expected. Driving home was absolutely terrible! the rain made it quite tough to navigate through the dark. hopefully everyone who's out kicking it tonight got home safely because its game day tomorrow! go canucks go! :)

//B

Monday, June 13, 2011

lately I've been....

Had a fantastic weekend with people. Cory's birthday which was pretty sick. Had work today...
Game tonight in Boston. hopefully the boys will take the cup home but I feel the games are really rigged sometimes. I mean who doesnt want to milk the multi million dollar cow? Haha. None the less, a pub seems like a good idea in a few hours.... is it too early to drink? As Jimmy buffet sang, " Its five oclock somewhere."












fucking tired but always ready to rock and roll,
//Brandon

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

work

worked a day down at the docks. climbing around made it felt like i spent a week at cliff hangers by the end of the day. it was tough but it felt good. a full wallet is always better than an empty one i guess! gotta pay for a date somehow. took a nap when I got home (after showering)... couldnt stop dreaming about fish!!

//Brandon

Friday, June 3, 2011

taken for granted

after supper, had a nap out in my back yard and noticed what winter had been hiding from me under the snow.





kind of glad its finally summer.

//Brandon

;)

cant wait to go back up this weekend! should be rowdy. its summer but im still slashing tree lines and euro carvin'. Anyone know any good beats? Leave a comment below!=d




//Brandon

Thursday, June 2, 2011

No. Subject1

Sitting in front of the keyboard, fingers trembling while putting something together to tell. flipping through photos and trying to recall memories of better times. feelings of dejection punching from your heart to upon the point where you want to run a mile, screaming silently. How do forget and move on? Who the hell was I..

// b