I'm Back
As most of you already figured out. I'm back from Miami. We stayed for a week. I was supposed to be down there longer but I had to come back for dentist appt., band practice, etc.. Here are a small portion of all the pictures i took while i was there. It's amazing how much i miss living there. I can't believe my parents ever took me away from the place. I don't think i'll ever understand it. I mean sure, to get me away from all the bad shit down there but aside from that...i'm just oblivious to the reason. oh ya.. pictures. (i'm not doing a cut you bastards so get over it)
Business Class Delta Syle Homie
I guess no one flies at night
At my aunts huge house. That's my dad/best cook ever.
My mom and dad at Hollywood beach in the morning before the cruise.
Me. Duh.
Remember the Palms.
Stu-pid.
On my Dad's Friend's Yacht in the intercoastal...yep..it's a dolphin folks. weee. They wouldn't get closer to the boat so I had a shitty shot.
We made it all the way down to Bayside for some grub and new threads.
Still at Bayside.
Stillllllll at Bayside looking dumb.
On the way back.
The Hardrock Cafe @ Bayside or..(of Miami).
I have more but I'm tired of making fucking captions. the end -
It was a good week of fun. I got drunk the second night I was there - red wine..so bitter. I didn't mean to either. I promise. My parents were there and my grandmother just kept filling my glass up and I wasn't really paying that much attention and before you know it my mom is pointing out how cumbersome I am and how I kept mispronouncing words. Whatever. The steak my dad made was freaking delicious. It was the first time I had seen my aunt since I was like 4 or 5. It was awesome. Got to see my cousin Ashley and Cory...good times. I haven't seen them since Panama City..about..6 years ago or something like that. All in all it was a treat to see all my parents old friends, hang out with my cousins, and spend time with my grandmother.
I'm getting a laptop pretty soon. Actually I need 2 of them but we'll see what happens. First one I'm getting is the Apple ibook G4...the 12" screen version. But this poses a problem since I need a laptop for programming in college..and I can't do Windows based programs on a Mac platform. I can but VirtualPC is slow as hell and gay as hell..oh well.
TOUGH! is coming along. We just need to start writing like...a song a day. for real. And i'm going to try my hardest to show up Saturday for O3VIL practice. and I need to get in touch with Noah soon so I can get the sheet music for the organ part in the new KILLBABYKILL song. I'm in too many bands.
I've been pretty down lately. In my own world i guess..I just know that i'm trying to find where I stand on certain issues. I do know that I love my group of friends right now. You know who you are. I am a part of all that I have met.
Although, ...I feel detatched from the picture I painted of myself a long time ago. I feel alone and I don't fit the picture I am in now. I can't describe it other than that but I realize that life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation. I guess I need love because...we -of coarse- love to know we are not alone. Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies. Love creates righteousness, or justice, here on earth. To make love is to make justice. As advocates and activists for justice know, loving involves struggle, resistance, risk. People working today on behalf of women, blacks, lesbians and gay men, the aging, the poor in this country and elsewhere know that making justice is not a warm, fuzzy experience. I think also that sexual lovers and good friends know that the most compelling relationships demand hard work, patience, and a willingness to endure tensions and anxiety in creating mutually empowering bonds. For this reason loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen. We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called "love." Love is a choice -- not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile. Love is a conversion to humanity -- a willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives. Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as an alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh. Oooookay well. sorry for this perpetual seeming post. I will definately give my hands a rest now. I need some sleep.
Please don't make me cry, I'm just like you, you know.
Business Class Delta Syle Homie
I guess no one flies at night
At my aunts huge house. That's my dad/best cook ever.
My mom and dad at Hollywood beach in the morning before the cruise.
Me. Duh.
Remember the Palms.
Stu-pid.
On my Dad's Friend's Yacht in the intercoastal...yep..it's a dolphin folks. weee. They wouldn't get closer to the boat so I had a shitty shot.
We made it all the way down to Bayside for some grub and new threads.
Still at Bayside.
Stillllllll at Bayside looking dumb.
On the way back.
The Hardrock Cafe @ Bayside or..(of Miami).
I have more but I'm tired of making fucking captions. the end -
It was a good week of fun. I got drunk the second night I was there - red wine..so bitter. I didn't mean to either. I promise. My parents were there and my grandmother just kept filling my glass up and I wasn't really paying that much attention and before you know it my mom is pointing out how cumbersome I am and how I kept mispronouncing words. Whatever. The steak my dad made was freaking delicious. It was the first time I had seen my aunt since I was like 4 or 5. It was awesome. Got to see my cousin Ashley and Cory...good times. I haven't seen them since Panama City..about..6 years ago or something like that. All in all it was a treat to see all my parents old friends, hang out with my cousins, and spend time with my grandmother.
I'm getting a laptop pretty soon. Actually I need 2 of them but we'll see what happens. First one I'm getting is the Apple ibook G4...the 12" screen version. But this poses a problem since I need a laptop for programming in college..and I can't do Windows based programs on a Mac platform. I can but VirtualPC is slow as hell and gay as hell..oh well.
TOUGH! is coming along. We just need to start writing like...a song a day. for real. And i'm going to try my hardest to show up Saturday for O3VIL practice. and I need to get in touch with Noah soon so I can get the sheet music for the organ part in the new KILLBABYKILL song. I'm in too many bands.
I've been pretty down lately. In my own world i guess..I just know that i'm trying to find where I stand on certain issues. I do know that I love my group of friends right now. You know who you are. I am a part of all that I have met.
Although, ...I feel detatched from the picture I painted of myself a long time ago. I feel alone and I don't fit the picture I am in now. I can't describe it other than that but I realize that life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation. I guess I need love because...we -of coarse- love to know we are not alone. Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward." Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies. Love creates righteousness, or justice, here on earth. To make love is to make justice. As advocates and activists for justice know, loving involves struggle, resistance, risk. People working today on behalf of women, blacks, lesbians and gay men, the aging, the poor in this country and elsewhere know that making justice is not a warm, fuzzy experience. I think also that sexual lovers and good friends know that the most compelling relationships demand hard work, patience, and a willingness to endure tensions and anxiety in creating mutually empowering bonds. For this reason loving involves commitment. We are not automatic lovers of self, others, world, or God. Love does not just happen. We are not love machines, puppets on the strings of a deity called "love." Love is a choice -- not simply, or necessarily, a rational choice, but rather a willingness to be present to others without pretense or guile. Love is a conversion to humanity -- a willingness to participate with others in the healing of a broken world and broken lives. Love is the choice to experience life as a member of the human family, a partner in the dance of life, rather than as an alien in the world or as a deity above the world, aloof and apart from human flesh. Oooookay well. sorry for this perpetual seeming post. I will definately give my hands a rest now. I need some sleep.
Please don't make me cry, I'm just like you, you know.