Now I'm free. Free fallin'.
Lake Ossippe under twenty-six feet of snow.
Duct tape man. I don't ever want to grow up and not find things like this amusing anymore.
Mad-crazy snow games.
How many!? EIGHT!!
The Wikkid Cool cieling. I love it, it's a boy scout type camp in the summer.
Bridge and Ryan. Tools.
Teh aqaurium that we were going to visit and then copped out on.
The Barron and Zakk-ka-ka galavanting 'round town.
Mike has given up on Julia and seeks intimate relationships elsewhere.
HA! I lied, they're still kickin'.
C/O Little Caitlin's request of the crazy flying pasta!!
ooooOOoo000oooOO. Purdy. Scary beach at night in St. Thomas.
My Lake, just becasue I feel like it.
I did promise Jeanne I would keep this picture from the archives hidden from the public. When has she ever taken me seriously???!!
Marcus, the flying-nun-jesus-boy!
Taken while I was driving down 3A. Mad skill.
Check back into the cuts, I'm still fiddling with it, and have yet to scan in some shizzle as well.
My life thus far since last recorded here in Web-Land has been splendid. I am now much less pre-occupied than I have been, so updates hopefully will be more frequent in the future.
What has happened since last time? Highlights in a nutshell: The luminaries were fun with Joyjoy and Swoote Soune waking 'round, then to Daniel's casa con Lucgoose, Laurie, and Jessie. Frolicking and swinging about in the dark was fun. And I will never understand the game of football. The Biz and Caitlin took me in on separate nights over vaca, both were adventures to be remembered. Cait and I bought as many CDs as we could carry home, and Biz Kara and I watched lovely flicks on Biz's 5 inch TV.
New Years was mad-crazy. We partied like it was 1999 plus five. The Ring is some of the mostest scariest crap I've ever witnessed. People who think up concepts like that need to be locked away.
Chelmsford was so so so nice. It's like a big Italian family. Sort of. I love watching pirates for the billionth time with all the fake-british commentary from Myself Matt Timmy Fuzz and the Predator. Christopher did indeed kidnap my scarf and it currently still resides at his humble abode, but Scamp-master will hopefully slay that awful being and get it back for me. I also challange anyone willing to a rousing game of DDR. If you don't know what that is, you're not cool. That's that.
Boston the next day would have been perfect without suckface one and suckface two. Mwhahaha. And if it was thirty degrees or so warmer. And no Barron, I will not make out with you. Luc, I'm obsessed with the Darkness CD, it rock my socks out of this world.
Am I done yet?
Er, Freetown was awesome, played the best Pull-up game of my life. We so won, but didn't want to see the boys cry like little girls, so we let them take the glory. Whatever helps them sleep at night. I wish I slept a bit though, I was deffinitely regretting Jess and I's all-nighter the next morning. Where my cows at? I do resent being called a smelly bearded bigoted cow though. Was funny the first thrity-seven times. Stupid frosh, stupid Marcus. Is there no respect for elders anymore?
Ski trip this weekend, jumping ahead a bit becasue the ADHD's kicking in, fabulous. So nice, weather was amazing for skiing. Wish I wasn't with wussy skiiers all weekend(cough Tar, Joy, Alexia, psh), I wanted to tackle white heat like it's my business, but no go. Next year I suppose. I want catchphrase for my birthday, it's the best game besides Pull-up. We played for two hours on the bus with random kids, you see nouns pop up on this little game-boy thing, and then you try to describe it and get the others to guess what the hell your talking about. I felt really old when none of the kids knew who Tony Bennet was. Yowch. Ping pong as well, men against the ladies. Chris and had no chance, Kait and I kicked them where the sun don't shine quite nicely. Hopefully the poor thing will be able to pro-create later in life, he had a little trouble protecting his...well, yeah. Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine.
I shall call you squishy. And you will be my squishy.
I fell so happy. I want to touch it.
I'm gonna getcha. I'm gonna getcha. I'm gonna be your best friend.
Pervs, it's from Finding Nemo.
37 times!?
Yeah, enough is enough. I'm still at school because madre decides a fair and logical punishment for my basic existence on earth is to take the car away. So now I can't drive to school. Don't take the car away or anything when I want to go out, no no no, take it away when it's a necesity to go to my place of education. Makes perfect sense.
I love my new job. Loooove it. You know why? Because Coffee is a good friend of mine. And dunkin donuts provides me with excessive amounts of this wonderful substance. Come see me at my place of work on thursdays and fridays from 3-6, off exit nine. Word.
I'm off to do productive things! *zip*