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So I haven't really updated in a while. And I mean a full update replete with ridiculous details about everything going on around me. Usually I just drop in to say summer rules. Because it does. And holy crap, it'll probably rule on towards September. Or late August.
Point is... here's an update.
Been playing shows, though alot of them are being shafted, been at Glencoe beach more often than not, have to work all of the fucking time next week and need less hours, am going to Intonation fest July 16th and 17th, been listening to alot of good music, been around alot of good people, parents were out of town yesterday and everytime that happens absolute hilarity ensues. There should be a top 10 list compiled of last night's best moments. Including john's endless rock out to Pinkerton, gauva food, stale peeps, being punk'd several times, monopoly, strange homoerotic activities happening in my bed, henry getting jack daniel's in his eye, etc, etc, etc, etc.
Basically... last weekend might've been the best weekend ever. Might.
Soooooooo anyway because words suck, here's
hahha. I doubt this will be chronological.
people go to my house to drink
and draw.
We're all becoming damn winos.
minus the empty water bottle of captain mogos.
this was a different night completely. Something about the pacers.
were going to go see Batman, but couldn't do to time. But I did get a free meal at Chipotle.
then went bowling
guess who.
opperetta. Last all-ages show at Bumpers.
then us, and I forgot to take pictures of the rest of the bands.
it really fucking sucks that Bumpers is shutting down the all-ages thing. That place was becoming a second home, albiet a shitty one.
ANYVAYS
downs syndrome much?
I don't feel like captioning or explaining much anymore. Really though, it's not hard to figure out.
Basically.
band practise hasn't been productive in weeks.
wagner's soccer game
BEACHY BEACH BEACH BEACH
my arm is gross in this.
man i love getting dunked twice in lake michigan. Gross.
ew
hahahaha.
man, maturity rules.
nickel knoll sauce.
I was spelling my name. Which you can uh kinda see.
I think I left my camera home for a day or two.
And then...
went to the midnight Land of the Dead opening. And of course, Gusfield shows up like this. Pure gold.
next day:
Maryann sharpens her skills in the art of unflattering portraits of everybody.
and sabotuer.
I only took pictures of one band. Which is lame, but whatever.
holy crap.
Everyone else did a fantastic job. Denning's guitar broke towards the end of Arc Arsenal so we just wreck shopped. And my foot is fucked from having the cort dropped on it. My shoes fell off sometime inbetween. Anyway, it was amazing despite the fact that we screwed up everything.
Everyone gets to my house around 11:something, and I just recall walking through the front door into a dense cloud of smoke and seeing 15 kids in the living room alone. Every room had like 15 more kids. And more people kept showing up. And showing up. And showing up. Mild chaos ensued.
these next few pictures justify the fact that my parents need to leave more.
and yep. That's pretty much it.
Point is... here's an update.
Been playing shows, though alot of them are being shafted, been at Glencoe beach more often than not, have to work all of the fucking time next week and need less hours, am going to Intonation fest July 16th and 17th, been listening to alot of good music, been around alot of good people, parents were out of town yesterday and everytime that happens absolute hilarity ensues. There should be a top 10 list compiled of last night's best moments. Including john's endless rock out to Pinkerton, gauva food, stale peeps, being punk'd several times, monopoly, strange homoerotic activities happening in my bed, henry getting jack daniel's in his eye, etc, etc, etc, etc.
Basically... last weekend might've been the best weekend ever. Might.
Soooooooo anyway because words suck, here's
hahha. I doubt this will be chronological.
people go to my house to drink
and draw.
We're all becoming damn winos.
minus the empty water bottle of captain mogos.
this was a different night completely. Something about the pacers.
were going to go see Batman, but couldn't do to time. But I did get a free meal at Chipotle.
then went bowling
guess who.
opperetta. Last all-ages show at Bumpers.
then us, and I forgot to take pictures of the rest of the bands.
it really fucking sucks that Bumpers is shutting down the all-ages thing. That place was becoming a second home, albiet a shitty one.
ANYVAYS
downs syndrome much?
I don't feel like captioning or explaining much anymore. Really though, it's not hard to figure out.
Basically.
band practise hasn't been productive in weeks.
wagner's soccer game
BEACHY BEACH BEACH BEACH
my arm is gross in this.
man i love getting dunked twice in lake michigan. Gross.
ew
hahahaha.
man, maturity rules.
nickel knoll sauce.
I was spelling my name. Which you can uh kinda see.
I think I left my camera home for a day or two.
And then...
went to the midnight Land of the Dead opening. And of course, Gusfield shows up like this. Pure gold.
next day:
Maryann sharpens her skills in the art of unflattering portraits of everybody.
and sabotuer.
I only took pictures of one band. Which is lame, but whatever.
holy crap.
Everyone else did a fantastic job. Denning's guitar broke towards the end of Arc Arsenal so we just wreck shopped. And my foot is fucked from having the cort dropped on it. My shoes fell off sometime inbetween. Anyway, it was amazing despite the fact that we screwed up everything.
Everyone gets to my house around 11:something, and I just recall walking through the front door into a dense cloud of smoke and seeing 15 kids in the living room alone. Every room had like 15 more kids. And more people kept showing up. And showing up. And showing up. Mild chaos ensued.
these next few pictures justify the fact that my parents need to leave more.
and yep. That's pretty much it.