There's room enough.
Wow, it's been almost a year. Fortunately, I'm still pretty self-involved so here are some pictures of me from my friend's birthday shindig. Did I ever write about going back to school? If I didn't, hey, I went back to school! Now I have three weeks to go! Also, I just almost died of infection so I feel like my collegiate experience is complete.
Man, how do I do a cut?
Oh, here I am at a terrible Stillwater party with my friend Andrew:
It was like every stereotypical college party you've seen in the movies, only not fun at all. I spent most of my time there classifying different kinds of rocks I imagined. Other people rapped (poorly) and even played Beer Pong (poorly). The restroom was perpetually inhabited by a rotating crew of young people who ruined their taste for beer with Natural Light.
Here I am at my friend's wedding party. Later, I would give that scarf to a homeless man after I had someone drop me off at a street corner seemingly at random. Even later, I went to another party that I don't remember at all, but people later told me the worst stories I'd ever heard about what I did there. Interestingly, it was still more fun than the house party I went to in Stilly.
It was Kelsie's birthday. She is on the right! I am in the middle. Jamica is on the left!
Now, I'm a little more solid in college than I'd like to be, but I've got some time to rectify that situation coming up. However, I have noticed a direct correlation between the reaction I get when posing for photographs and how much of me there is to photograph.
That was not oblique at all. I've lost the Live Journal touch. My photo commentary is like a dead albatross, hung round my neck. All my My Space blogs are about You Tube videos so I may simply no longer possess the capacity to comment on static images, even when they are of myself.
Kat is from Germany! She is great to hang out with because she expects me to be utterly shallow and so I cannot diminish her opinion of me no matter what I say or do. If we saw a news story that relayed the tragedy of a terrible fire on a bus full of one-legged orphans and kittens and I said, "Man, that is kind of sad," Kat would respond, "What the heck? Why are you pretending to show feelings? Don't be a fool!"
Incidentally, that's not my shot. I was on antibiotics that night so I didn't actually drink.
Jamica and I again. I like the picture because someone else is sticking out their tongue. Admittedly, I didn't post any of the pictures where I was doing so, but let's pretend I did. We can both nod knowingly at our different temporal and geographic locations.
That's Dylan on the left. Yeah.
What else have I been up to with life? School. Work. Slumber. I can't even do a survey efficiently any more. Still, I listen to a new slate of bands nobody's heard of and use a new slate of archaic terminology for my own edification. Maybe hamburger hot dog.
Man, how do I do a cut?
Oh, here I am at a terrible Stillwater party with my friend Andrew:
It was like every stereotypical college party you've seen in the movies, only not fun at all. I spent most of my time there classifying different kinds of rocks I imagined. Other people rapped (poorly) and even played Beer Pong (poorly). The restroom was perpetually inhabited by a rotating crew of young people who ruined their taste for beer with Natural Light.
Here I am at my friend's wedding party. Later, I would give that scarf to a homeless man after I had someone drop me off at a street corner seemingly at random. Even later, I went to another party that I don't remember at all, but people later told me the worst stories I'd ever heard about what I did there. Interestingly, it was still more fun than the house party I went to in Stilly.
It was Kelsie's birthday. She is on the right! I am in the middle. Jamica is on the left!
Now, I'm a little more solid in college than I'd like to be, but I've got some time to rectify that situation coming up. However, I have noticed a direct correlation between the reaction I get when posing for photographs and how much of me there is to photograph.
That was not oblique at all. I've lost the Live Journal touch. My photo commentary is like a dead albatross, hung round my neck. All my My Space blogs are about You Tube videos so I may simply no longer possess the capacity to comment on static images, even when they are of myself.
Kat is from Germany! She is great to hang out with because she expects me to be utterly shallow and so I cannot diminish her opinion of me no matter what I say or do. If we saw a news story that relayed the tragedy of a terrible fire on a bus full of one-legged orphans and kittens and I said, "Man, that is kind of sad," Kat would respond, "What the heck? Why are you pretending to show feelings? Don't be a fool!"
Incidentally, that's not my shot. I was on antibiotics that night so I didn't actually drink.
Jamica and I again. I like the picture because someone else is sticking out their tongue. Admittedly, I didn't post any of the pictures where I was doing so, but let's pretend I did. We can both nod knowingly at our different temporal and geographic locations.
That's Dylan on the left. Yeah.
What else have I been up to with life? School. Work. Slumber. I can't even do a survey efficiently any more. Still, I listen to a new slate of bands nobody's heard of and use a new slate of archaic terminology for my own edification. Maybe hamburger hot dog.