just found these one liners online…
If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success.
Always try to be modest. And be damn proud of it!
If at first you don’t succeed, then skydiving definitely isn’t for you.
Consciousness: That annoying time between sleeping.
made me chuckle…
Had better days, so needed a bit of a laugh. I’ve quite literally seen how experience is made up of swings and roundabouts the past few days. Highs and lows with nowt much in between, still, can’t complain….when things are just meh I usually moan that I’m bored. I think out of the petty things in life worth talking about being let down by someone or something is one of the more annoying. Because it kinda forces you to go into things with reservation and suspicion the next time around. It’s like catch 22, where you don’t let yourself get excited because fear of getting let down, and you kinda don’t ever get the chance to fully enjoy things because of precaution. bummer. Alternatively you throw yourself into things and when they go shitty you feel shitty. at least you tried eh? nah…I got no answers.
A bit like the dilemma of drinking a lot of booze to wallow. Seems like a good way to forget crappy things while your doing it but I reckon in the long run it makes things a bit worse – speaking from experience of course. I’ve never found any answers at the bottom of a brandy bottle, and believe you me, I’ve seen right through a few bottles in my time.
I remember going on under 16′s rugby tour with Cilfynydd rugby team to somewhere in North or Mid Wales (my lack of clarity on the specific location will soon become apparent). My dad bought me a crate…not a box..a crate of beer for the journey up there, which was only about 4 hours max. At 15 I would consider myself a veteran of the larger and beer variety, which is not a boast, simply a fact. Anyway, drank so much beer on the way up my bladder nearly exploded. Persisted in drinking all night. Come rugby day, the referee cancelled the game about 50 minutes in because our team players couldn’t get up off the ground after tackles and the amount of spew on the field had become a health hazard….good times.
This experience set me up nicely to win an NME award for a drinking contest which I single handed-ly triumphed over some reputable boozy performers back in 2003 or 2004 or 2005. The irony of it all was I was the smallest and I was the only one in our band who was able to enter since the rest of the band were straight edge. After about 5 hours and many, many, many pints later it came down to me and some big dude from Raging Speedhorn and I done him….obviously we were both pissed, but he weren’t too happy and contested the outcome with a verbal and a weak physical assault which came to nowt…tough shit…I won. later lads.
So, don’t drink. It’s not good for you! nobody like a drunk, and it solves nothing.
do as I say and not as I do. ha
By the way, the snow in Big Bear was nothing but epic yesterday and we got 3rd place on the lifts at 8am to get at least 5 runs in on complete fresh virgin powder…..wowzers wow wee lovely job. best feeling in the…..(alternative sports) world