yep.

3 days, 2 nights

3 mountains, 2 states

3 friends, 2 cars

1 licensed driver

riley and i decided wednesday night after i returned home from a very brief photography class that in only a few hours we would begin to road trip across the northeast.  somehow, i fell for it, packed some bags, got a few hours of sleep and started the drive into the sunrise.  i hoped for a good weekend when the first song that played during my drive was that new akon song about how he wants to make love right nahw nahw nahw (my new obsession).  clearly, it was a sign of fun as i started shimmying.  

i had an amazing plan to document the entire trip and make a fantastic movie, but i only got one shot of riley snowboarding, a lot of his dogs, and he accidentally took one of the road.  however, we got this amazing shot.

around 12 oclock thursday we went to stowe, i drove rileys new audi that he still can't drive because his permit expired.  stowe was fun, it was nice to be snowboarding and i saw lots of good friends.  after snowboarding we made grilled cheeses and hung out.

late thursday night we decided to add dubbers into our travel plans.  friday morning(leaving a few hours later than planned) we jump the ap gap, pick dubbers up at his house and head for mt snow.  we arrive, it's fucking freezing, everyone is frazzled about lift tickets and i pay for a cheap one which was actually expensive and then was mad but had fun after.  dubbers did the best slow motion swivel ever, and then we hit a box together (on top of each other, it was fucking epic), riley smoked through 50 rolling papers in 2 days, we saw some friends and by the end of the day no fingers could be felt.

oh and riley copped some huge fucking chunks of wax.

then we head to killington.

see some more friends at the condo.  watch the best movie ever.  sleep in archways and hobbit huts.  lose spaceman headphones.  everyone farts and coughs in sleep.

somehow everyone wakes up saturday morning and we go to the mountain.  i run to the bathroom to puke,  wouldn't happen.  turn around and try again. nope. eat a bagle.  kaylee calls to tell me i'm now in rails to riches, so we pull our shit together and take a run.  of course, our dudes left without us and we got lost, but took the best run around the entire mountain of killington.  we made out with some dews it was good. i blew it in finals and then drove home. now i am here, need a massage.

i fucking love buffalo.

done.

i shall sleep here.

it is uneven, unproportioinal, unbalanced, falling apart just as my world is.  and i like it, it's comfortable.

it's one of those nights.

where sleep seems so unrealistic as i continuously sit for the fourth hour on the uneven couch in the living room of our little duplex.  i rarely notice the unbalanced ends, until someone heavier than i sits on the other end, slightly catapulting me a few millimeters into the air.   terpentine's caused this high but i'm low as it goes.  i'm trapped in a glass box of emotions and actually know what it means.  not that the saying is complicated in any way or sort, but i feel the robust pressure and countless experiences that would put anyone in that tiny six sided cube. 

i dreamt of an obese squirrel last night and when i looked out the window above the kitchen sink, two squirrels were shoving their pudgy cheeks with giant nuts and probably leaves as well.  mixed with the captivating aroma of my caramel coffee brewing the the left of my unaware and dripping wet body covered by my heavy blue towel that most likely needs to be washed, the squirrels drew me in.  i watched them gather up the only things of any value to them...preparing for the worst of times.  but they know they'll survive, everyone knows they'll get through it with ease.  

the acts have begun and are everywhere over and over again.  if you know what i mean so be it.  if not, consider yourself a lucky, ignorant one. 

i didn't wait until thanksgiving

i disowned the promise i made by snowboarding before thanksgiving.  i'm a hypocrite, whatever.  i hit my face on the snow and i got lost coming home.  oh and i got to split a calzone with lemme tonight because the 2nd time  got lost i ended up in ludlow.  matthew kept me awake and prevented me from crashing my truck, that is until i lost service and saw a gang of mongo boarders in bennington.

happy thankstaking!

thebestcookieEVER.

if i disappear for a while

i love you all...don't be worried....but umm, some weirddd shit could go down. trying to be out before it does!

oh and scary story.....

last week, i dont remember the day

it's nighttime.

1:57 am - i am sitting on the white chair in the corner of our living room, chatting on the interweb.  joshua starts coughing....throws up in his bed because he is too lazy to get up and get water, or none the less puke in the toilet.  my mom yells at him for being such a lazy motherfucker and takes all the blankets off his bed and moves him to the bottom bunk.  pissed off, heated...she storms downstairs, goes to the basement and throws his blankets in the water.  as she walks by me, she tells me i need to go to bed.  tired, i listen...fall asleep quickly.

5:12 am - i wake up to the sound of jasmine crying.  she climbs up into my bed, starts to cuddle with me and tells me that she really just has to pee.  but, joshua has been telling her monster stories (which is one of the reasons he didn't leave his bed, because he's a wimp) and she was afraid to leave the room.  i tell her to go and turn the light on, fall back asleep.  

5:15 am - jasmine flips my overhead light on, waking me up.  she's standing in the doorway sobbing, and my mom walks in to see what is going on.  she discovers a puddle of pee in the doorway to the bathroom.  jasmine goes to sleep in my moms bed and i fall asleep.

meanwhile, my mom cleans up the pee.  just as she lays down in her bed, she hears nina downstairs.  she goes down, puts her out, and switches joshuas blankets to the dryer.  she hears footsteps upstairs, and when she reached the kitchen she realized nina had been let inside.  figuring i had done it, she walks into my room.

5:20 am - "JORDAN, did you let nina in?"  (i was passed out)

me: noo mom i've been asleep

mom: someone let nina in.  are you sure it wasn't you? someone was walking around downstairs.

me: should i call 911??

mom: no, you didn't hear anyone come up here did you?

me: how would i know i've been asleep!

mom: come check the basement with me.

i grab my cell phone, we check the upstairs, downstairs, and she grabs a flashlight and hands me the house phone.  "if you hear anything," she said, "just call."  at this point, i'm fucking scared.  shaking, on the verge of tears.  she starts to walk down the steps.  i turn the phone on.  not thinking (and more or less thinking in terms of a cell phone where you have to push SEND after dialing the number)  i dial 911.  she turns up the stairs to me and goes, "YOU'RE A FUCKING MORON!"  i realized that i was, in fact, a fucking moron, and hung up.  the police called back immediately.  i answered, because i could barely talk.  i tried to explain everything that happened and then handed the phone to my mom.  she told them we checked the house and everythng was ok.  we hang up and go upstairs.  i get back into bed but can barely sleep.

5:35 am - i hear a car door slam, and then our doorbell rings.  i listen as my mom walks down the steps and talks to the police officer.  he asked if she wanted him to check the house, but she bid him farewell and told him thanks for checking up on us.  she turns the fan on for nina and walks upstairs.

9:30 am - "Jordan, did you put nina out?"  

me: "what? i've been asleep, i haven't left bed?"

mom: "someone put nina out."

jokingly, i ask if i should call 911, and we go to check the basement.  no one is there. there's no where for anyone to hide in our house.  we still don't know what happened. it was fucked!

reunited and it feels so goood

 now if only my license plate would stay on.

meltingface!

fall is beautiful

as much as i love winter, i truly think fall is my favorite time of year.  the colors are incredible.  the sunsets are amazing.  there's nothing better than watching a deep purple blue sunset behind a frame of vibrant orange and red leaves.

i hate family gatherings.

arent weddings supposed to be loving and filled with joy?

slamming my head against any hard surface before me.

at least my printmaking teacher likes me.  tonight she told me she loves my work because to her it seems like i have many stories to tell.  this is true, and i don't like telling them through speach, because no one listens...or i'm ether told to cut to the chase or just to stop "while i'm ahead."  i'm never ahead though, rather trailing behind.  to me, it's good, it's ok.  but somehow it doesn't work in this world.  not that i want it to work, i hate what our world is coming too.  lately i'm hating most of the people in this world.  i don't want to hate, i hate hate, but hate fills in all around me where love is not.  which isn't just cracks and crevasses anymore, yet seemingly canyons and oceans and even their hidden caves.

i will be happy one day when someone truly sees the good in me.  i'm sick of everyone only seeing the bad, therefore prohibiting myself of doing anything "right" in their eyes.

one day.

rim jobs

josh named his fish finny...because i recommended calling him finnegan. it works, the fish has 9 fins.  and it's adorable.  huge eyes and a little sucker mouth.  he swims a lot too. 

jasmine is in 4 year old/teenage trouble because apparently she told her coach she wasn't ready to go into the game when it was her turn to sub because she "had to text first.'' awesome.

today i was drinking dr pepper through a twizzler and i dropped the twizzler into the can.  bummed.

legos my eggos

why is it that when im having awesome dreams i get woken up, but when im having terrible horrible dreams about my teeth falling out or little monsters throwing balls at me from a wall or scraggly things popping out at me or mountain men chasing i CANT WAKE UP. kind of upset about it.  

but iwas woken up kind of for something amazing. joshua llearned all hisletters so were getting him a bugeyed goldfish. 

whats the matter panda bear, no more bamboo?

my stomach finally stopped burning. ignorant people suck...ignorant shoppers are even worse. ignorant people shopping should never leave their cars. blehh now im hungry.

"are you ready for november 4?"

if you plan on voting.

i say go green party.

logan beaulieu wishes he was as black as ME

it is real. i am here. you are reading this.  

its thursday on the west coast. happy birthday logan