ok so another look into the scattered mind of a higly caffinated 36 year old child. kelly clark does good 900's. like crazy good, i want to learn that. we werte in the announcer poition for 48 hours( no the announcer position doesn't have you bent over holding your ankles, thats the atheletes) from thestart of the men s tube riders to the morning after the chicks. i have never been so tired. you know when your body starts shaking and shutting down and your head is still functioning from all the red bull and sugar, well my limbs were going on strike and my head felt like i was working full time on the snow removal task force in newport beach. bad combo. i think that tina dixon is really sick of me making fun of her, i would be. her husband rob got here yesterday so she is happier. although we all went to vd dinner togeter ( me, sully, stats mc'gee, and rob and tina) talk about romance. i explained to the table how i had once convinced a girl in a bar that narwhales are the direct descendents of unicorns. how the unicorn was persicuted on land that it went to the sea to escape. i can just picture the darwinian illustration, unicorn, horse with flippers, whale with horse head and horn and finally, narwhale. the restaurant we ate at last night has the raddest owner, he came to our table and asked " do you know whadda the fuck you wanna eat?"

he was sweet. he then proceeded to walk around the restaurant with a machete asking people if they enjoyed their dinners, sweet tactic ! tina said she didn't like olives and was almost given the mossulini. the owner then gave us some sketchy ass liquor as a apre dinner drink, dude it was white and creamy, much like the milk from a unicorns horn, the reason they were driven to a oceanic lifestyle. anyhow it tasted like hairspray, body say eject. not so sweet on top of 8 days of cheese. sully and i are going to eat pizza every day we are here and have a weigh in the last day. although he has the models diet thing going for him, smokes and cokes. advantage sully. we saw the king of norway yesterday, he doesn't look anything like i thought he would, i kinda pictured thor.

tom green was doing some show with the american bob slead team, they seemed cool. although one of them had these jeans on that would lead me to believe there are no mirrors in the athelete village. zippers all the way up the sides=gfr (gay for real) i dont even think that astephen would be cought wearing those things, and that says alot. so toms having a meeting with the bobs, they are causing all kinds of contrived hijinks. i am in the other room haning with torah brights little sister abby. she is the shit!!! total pile, ala bozenuts, no actually more like the femakle dingo. she haden't slept all night, was covered in dirt, and her pants were split all the way up the leg, although this wasnt a 1k fashion addition. she was amazing, smelled like a barmat, did i mention that her parents are mormon? classic.

jon stouffer (stats mc gee, he is our stats guy in the booth) is looking fof love. lots o hugs and long pointless conversations have been observed. there are alot of bargoyles here, mostly from the uk on holiday. pat parnell is having a hard time looking for quality relations material. he says it's research into the mind of the audience, actually he might have said into the behind of the audience, i cant remember. so today is snowboard cross practice, look for much carnage. this course is gnar gnar. popy tables into corners into overshoots into icy uphill spleen removal sections, sounds fun, better them than me. i dont know if it's just me but i feel safer hitting a 80 foot kicker than going at a 20 foot table with six dudes that want to see me eat shit. look for seth wescott and nate holland to give the racers a fast track to the woods. so how have parnell and i been doing so far on the whole announcing gig? my wife says i have announcer voice and then normal voice, i cant tell. i really wanted to announce each compeditor in their countrys accent, although that would be bad for relations, and every thing just ends up sounding japenese after the first minute. i have this bad habbit if speaking spanish to the locals, not a good response. the breakfasts in our hotel are the worst things ever. the eggs over here are orange...blech. i get home from here and go to the vans cup in northstar for a little slopstyle action, wonder if i will take a crap before then. seriously it has been a dangerously long time since my last project tootsie drop. i think that i am going to taste poop in a day or so. i need fibre. i think that i will just eat lawn clippings and go straight back to nature on this one, desperate times take desperate measures. in conclusion i will leave you with a question, does lindsy jacobellis perm her hair, cause that is some tight ass curls, and if they are real....