Monday, February 16, 2009

old thoughts: nomadic

Nomadic… onward we travel. Gypsy like in our caravan of crunk sauce. Breaks on Beaches, surfing and sand. I can only take so much of the beach. Although riding in this bus with the Crons driving is almost harder than navigating the rolling seas. Definitely more scary. Jesus tits…… Will would be terrified.
Totally nailed a parked car yesterday. First time in my life I backe into someone how stupid I am. Crunky took it well. Not even a new scratch to add to the collection of old ones. Yet the other car did not fare so well. Now im out a couple of hundred dollars. Fuck im stupid.
My smoothie has 2 new oil cans in it after paddling through the ocean. Something is wrong with that piece of shit. They better give me a new one otherwise they will have hell t dpay. I should not use threats, yet saying I was helping a friend write a review for paddler magazine is more like just stretching the truth. If only they understood how I paddle. How much air and attention I get . I have had more people ask me the lines down rapids here then ever before…. And I have no idea where im going?
Vinyard work is done for now. Just a sore back and aching arms remain. I might have made enough money to pay for my doctor bill, gas, and this guys car I hit. Ohhh welll. What kind of gypsy needs money to live. Yet I am not a thief either. I need to create. I have been feeling slightly lost in my self expression lately. My journal becomes more and more defined by desperate need for expression. I need to make something. I need to express myself to this world.
Our paddling journey strikes up again tomorrow. To the Rangitiki. So fortunate I am to have found the most charming and dedicated shuttle bunny. Not only does she drive my shuttle, cook my food, and care for me….. she also loves me. So nice it is to have someone to curl up with at night under forign skys. Soon she will be getting a van as well. Which I will drive, and then we will truly be a caravan. At least once fred gets here. Ohhh fred, and the south island, that will truly be another chapter in my life.
My dreams are so wild and wonderful these days. Just as exciting as my days

Monday, January 12, 2009

infectious infections and smoothy shmoothie shmerrrr

ohhhhh the blog life is so difficult. here i sit. on a corrner in martinborough, NZ. sore back from hours of vinyard work. wishing i could type with my mind and send messages with my imagination. ohh well. kayakin is most amazing here. yet my smoothie is shit. broke that bia off a tiny little seal launch. didn't even hit anything. they better give me a new one.

other than that i am on my way to being 'world famous in New Zealand for Ages.' if not by kayakin than at least for runnin arround actin a fool in my speedo. people love me here. i often wonder if they love me everywhere. soon i will test the theory... england, nepal, south america? ill take it all.

23 is quite tha shit number. my life is on a downward spiral and all i can do is try and acclerate it by fallin off more of dem thangs. everytime i pass up a drop depression sets in. they wont be passed up a second time. 3 more days of work and i am off. destined to plunge and i cant wait. tree trunk gorge, trout pool falls, maclern falls, aritia rapids all in one week? why not. that should make 23 smile on my shoulders. hopefully sooth the harsh burn of the sun. Rain would be wonderfull.

cant let the infections get me down. fukin infectious infections. i knew better than to let it run but what was i supposed to do, skip kayakin? fuk that. now my finger is a swollen puss pocket battling the anitbodies i keep forcing into my body. as is my stomach. they say to eat the tablets on an empty stomach.... but they make me not want to eat, soooooooo 20 pills a day should sustain me for the next 7 days. ohhh well could be worse.

what else.... so much but i need pictures to explain. soon soon to the two of you who may occasionally view this may get some actuall thoughts and actions. finally got a camera and soon there will be a video!!!! still hate mariah carey. what will the next song be. merhhhhhhhhhh
okokokokokokokkk. cant listen to conner and katie blag on about how wonderful there life is and will be. love love love.