so this is more or less chronological and was written on the floor of the hotel room in which we stayed.

1:30am march 15th

thus far the trip to vermont for the us open of snowboarding has been action-packed... having no rack to hold our snowboards on the top of our vicious and cramped japanese-made rocket sled, we were forced to utilize these vile, heathen straps that, as we found out, at 110 mph sound like a strafing run in khe sanh.

duck and cover.

they whipped so violently that the INTERIOR of the car's roof was visibly shaking and flexing and moving like cheesecloth. this coupled with the fact that we used an mp3 player retrofitted with a radio transmitter which broadcasts to the car's stock stereo system on the 89.1 frequency because the aforementioned rocket sled only has an oldschool amfm on board made for an interesting trip. you see, i am traveling with absolute supernerds.

for an illustration, let me skip to just an hour ago. one of the brainiacs realizes that we have some business meeting earlier than any of us are accustomed to awakening and no one has an alarm clock and it is too late to call for a wakeup call, so he decides to take out the slicker-than-thou laptop and set some obscure task scheduler performer devilhorned supermongersmugglemunk on windows nt or what have you so that it will go off at whatever time we tell it to and rain musical hatred on out slumbering ears.

so i am in vermont.

the company that half-designed my crappy skating website that is thus-far useless has scored the website for these vew-do balance board things, and consequently they have put us up in this hotel and crap, given us a corporate credit card, whatever. so, as a result, there are now talks of me getting on the stupid "team" or something because i can do some garbage tricks on the things after like an hour of being introduced to them or whatever.

superstar!

it's a frigging gimmick.

eat my shit.

so today i met ross powers, which meant little or nothing to me, but apparently he's won a gold medal in the olympics for snowboarding on one of those halfpipe things... you know how those crazy kids are.

i skated this set of stairs at some random school and managed to kickflip down them like 3 times before being kicked out for good. this relates to nothing.

so we arrived at the hotel and i decided to skate in the room. we moved the beds and i instantly decided that i wanted to ollie out the door over the threshold and down onto the walkway outside the door... there's a rug in here, but i eventually had done a few things out there before i grew tired of it.

dull, but comedic.

we then had a vile meal of poisonous chinese food at a nearby restaraunt. i was pleased to not have to re-experience that meal shortly thereafter. all on the company's dime.

it's all about the write offs kids.

so after our meal, one of the nerds (there are three besides myself) passed out cold on one of the beds (four men, two beds, what could be better?) as the remaining two and myself commenced making noise, skateboarding indoors, and attempting to touch the top of the cathedral ceiling utilizing the beds as springboards. so now it's 2:00am so i guess i'll sleep.

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ok, i'm bored of typing this up so i'll try to finish it up tomorrow. in the meantime, keep sending orders for me to send tapes. if i get enough, i will be forced to do it quicker.