I could consider actually doing work instead of watching ski vids all day, maybe be a little more productive or less unconventional. But then I know there's nothing that brings more joy, and so it doesn't matter at all.
In Montreal I was denied entrance to a club because my monster hoodie was too tall...I couldn't have been prouder.
If Snow is open thanksgiving, Im skipping out on the family and going to shred.
When your parents buy you fake "just add water" snow for your birthday because you complain about it not snowing, even though there's a foot on the ground.
And you're reading this in school...but that's been said a bit.
you draw pictures of skiing on the top of you worksheets in class and write stuff like level 1 or traveling circus and draw logos of ski companies and no one knows what they are
buying ski stuff, throwing tricks off curbs and stuff, breaking your sking in grass, wearing your gear around town (once i wore my helmet and gogs in a 7 11), looking for urban spots when your in school, and wantign to ski
When you spend your hard earned cash on fake grass, and a staple gun, then nick your girlfriends dads wood and scaffold poles he would have used for work to build a back yard jib in his yard, then drive an hour away to your local ice rink to fill your van up with the snow/ice the zambonie dumps out the back
When your parents take your skis and your pass to there work so you come home and do you homework, then they get home and you are drawing crazy ski lines and watching park vidoes...
You know when your addicted to skiing when your final year dissertation is due in under a week and you spend one of the nights riding urban from 5pm till 2am basically tiring yourself out for the whole next day and get now work done.
When you get out of bed in the middle of the night, to find yourself trowing snow into the wind so it can blow back in to your face. When it starts snowing 600 miles from the nearest mountain.
In every hotel I stay in when I ski me and my friends go carpet skiing down the hallways and stairs and when I walk down streets I can't help but think that Pizza Hut root would be a sick urban hit