Summer is in the air.

I smell it coming....
haha.

Three good David Gray songs that I've been listening to:
Shine
Babylon
Please Forgive Me

He sounds very irish.
But he's from Wales.
not Ireland.

sorry that this is so short.
out
u u
tuo

mdg)).

my dream guitar.
I'm jealous davie.



custom made just for the hoser.
it's called "the crowdster".

dang.

p-a-n-a-s-o-n-i-c

that's the type of fone we have, and it's sitting right beside me right now.
I almost feel like writing a song about the phone just being there on the counter, not ringing or doing anything interesting...but I'm not going to.

I feel like finally I've caught up on sleep and recovered from snowboarding. It's a good feeling. haha. it's been a couple days of pain from the snowboarding, and a few weeks of sleep depravation, so it really does feel nice to be back to having some enerG. (that was lame, but it was a bit of a joke on the EmergenC that we had in el paso (which was supposed to make you healthy, but I was sick the whole time I was there.).).


Hmm.... I don't particularly know what else to write.

Ah yes, I have to find some kind of career and go to school for it, or else things aren't going to be very cool..
Here are some of the suggestions I've had so far:

Architect (crazy amount of schooling involved)
Mechanical Engineer (??)
Teacher (I would be bored way too fast)
Lawyer (I do happen to be good at arguing a point, but there's tons of school, and paperwork involved there too.)Jack Bauer's replacement on 24 (I think this one has the most going for it)
Forensic Scientist (gross I would think)
Flight Attendant (HAHAHAHA!!! actually I just made that one up for a good laugh...for myself.)
Rock Star (errrrr...."it's like this....RAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH.......and then raise your Goblet of Rock")
Film Director (most likely won't happen)



As you see, I'm in the doghouse so to speak.
More suggestions are always welcome.

A day in the life of a rhetorical question about whether or not flying squirrels really fly.

In case you were wondering (and if you read it I presume you are) the title has nothing to do with this post. and thank goodness too, because it would take me a year to write something that made sense about that.

Today my father and I went snowboarding/skiing.

I don't ski, he does.

He doesn't fall, I do.

I think I fell about ten times all day ( ok I'm minimizing it a bit-maybe twenty ) which was good for me considering that last time I fell about two hundred times. But he didn't fall once. Crazy.

I took a bunch of jumps and proceeded to have a full serving of snow up my nose, but I landed a few and was so stoked (I'm using snowboarder language because I feel like one right now) that I would fall about a hundred feet from where I landed, get another nose full of snow, then jump up with a rather large smile on my face and want to go back and do it again.

now i'm sore and tired.

and my arms feel really weak and floppy.

I don't know why.

What happened in old El Dusto.....

Well there were several things that happened.
We went to White Sands and pioneered a new form of having fun there.
We got ID'd almost every place we went.
We slept very little.
We filmed a wedding.
We danced (or try to) to a wide variety of musical styles.
We were almost both recruited to the local worship team.
And...

We got delayed in Dallas twice.


That's the short of it.

Internet is slow right now so I'll give more exact details later tonight or tomorrow.

Off to El Dusto

Won't be posting till Monday because (thankfully) I'll be somewhere warmer than Vancouver.


Au Revior.

Irish Folk Songs, Scotish Party Songs, Nandos, Pubs, and messed up films.

hanging out with Steven. I don't know why I always get the jobs that include walking on glass roofs. Not cool at all. But the movie will be.


Bjorn.

a new blogging name.

I found an icelandic name for myself.


Bjorn Patsson.


I have no idea what it means though.

It's funny how they do the names in Iceland. Like my last name would be Patsson because I'm Bjorn, Pat's son. then if I had a kid named Eustace, he would be Eustace Bjornsson. Hahahahahaha.

good fu.n.

One other funny thing I found-

sigurour is the most popular name for boys in Iceland, and the second most popular name for girls.

it would be really weird if people named their kids after themselves.

Sigur Sigursson.

Sounds like an Icelandic super hero.

Snow.

snow_ is_ cold.

ha.

I just found my old house on Google Earth.

I wonder what my name means in Icelandic.

An obligatory, and long awaited post.

I didn't say that the post was obligatory because I didn't want to post it, but because I really don't have two buckets full of time to spend writing it.

Now with that over...

This is what I've been up to_

I have previously shot down the band "Relient K" as a bunch of hosers imitating their secular soundalikes "Blink 182" but this week I learned their song "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" and I'm kind of softening my former criticisms. I like the hectic punkish/popish style of guitar playing. fun stuff.

Work. Nothing interesting there.

El paso Next week. Thank goodness a break from this cold and rain. consider the forecast in Vancouver for today and tomorrow: Rain/snow with 70-90 kph winds. not nice weather at all. it makes one want to sleep in front of a fireplace all day. Personally I hope that it's 100 degrees there.

Sam says hi.
Kayla is ill.
Josh is working.
Pam is working.
Als is working.
Dad says he's working but he's probably having a meeting at Starbucks and I have a hard time calling that work. (joke).

Ok.

Should go.

Sam says he's tried really hard, but he can't be patient waiting for me to go play hide and seek with him.

outs/

a movie night.

Just watched the newest P and P, then Unbreakable. Both really good.
I was sick last night and only got about three hours of sleep before I had to get up at five, so today has been a very long day, and now I need to go sleep.

too little time.

sorry.
very.
indeed.

two lyttle tyme/