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I got bored and went around taking pictures of stuff in town.
This is the bumper of my car. I like bumper stickers, obviously. Especially ones about zombies and awesomeness.
This is my rearview mirror schtuff. I have the guitar strings from my old electric, my disco ball, and my X-wing stick-em.
The front of my apartment. It looks kind of shitty, but I like it. The paint is peeled on the door because the manager keeps leaving us notes taped there and it rips the paint off. Fucker.
This is the light that time forgot. In the mornings it can be up to a four minute red. People get mean beneath this light.
My old high school. It didn't used to be nearly as wooded as this.
Speaking of high school, this is the place where I first smoked pot. It spawned a huge arguement because one of our friends wasn't smart enough to stand out in the rain so she didn't go home smelling like weed. Apparently I'm a bitch when I'm high? Dunno.
FFA barn. This is the scene of the origin of my fear of sheep.
Popular Donuts. Amusingly just up the street from Poplar St., which doesn't have a donut shop, but people seem to think it does.
This guy's muffler art has been featured in muffler art books. But really, how much muffler art competition is there? The Muffler Lady used to be all one color and caused a big stink because people thought she was obscene, so he painted slutty clothes on her and everyone's much happier.
The classy downtown area. Ooo. This is Grapefield's where we go to get wine when we feel like going out for wine.
This is the grave my friend genicon and I used to spend a fair amount of time. It was a really nice patch of the cemetary, quiet, pretty. We'd eat McDonald's there.
And finally the school where I currently attend. No, it isn't just the one building, but that's a fair chunk of campus right there.
This is the bumper of my car. I like bumper stickers, obviously. Especially ones about zombies and awesomeness.
This is my rearview mirror schtuff. I have the guitar strings from my old electric, my disco ball, and my X-wing stick-em.
The front of my apartment. It looks kind of shitty, but I like it. The paint is peeled on the door because the manager keeps leaving us notes taped there and it rips the paint off. Fucker.
This is the light that time forgot. In the mornings it can be up to a four minute red. People get mean beneath this light.
My old high school. It didn't used to be nearly as wooded as this.
Speaking of high school, this is the place where I first smoked pot. It spawned a huge arguement because one of our friends wasn't smart enough to stand out in the rain so she didn't go home smelling like weed. Apparently I'm a bitch when I'm high? Dunno.
FFA barn. This is the scene of the origin of my fear of sheep.
Popular Donuts. Amusingly just up the street from Poplar St., which doesn't have a donut shop, but people seem to think it does.
This guy's muffler art has been featured in muffler art books. But really, how much muffler art competition is there? The Muffler Lady used to be all one color and caused a big stink because people thought she was obscene, so he painted slutty clothes on her and everyone's much happier.
The classy downtown area. Ooo. This is Grapefield's where we go to get wine when we feel like going out for wine.
This is the grave my friend genicon and I used to spend a fair amount of time. It was a really nice patch of the cemetary, quiet, pretty. We'd eat McDonald's there.
And finally the school where I currently attend. No, it isn't just the one building, but that's a fair chunk of campus right there.