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January.
Maybe the most uneventful month ever.
These are all pretty uninteresting and crappy. Soooorrryyy. Not my fault January sucked.
It kicked off with reevercards first show downtown at the illustrious note. It was awesome, and by awesome I mean pretty shitty.
No pictures exist of the actual show. But pictures exist from that actual night.
We never take promo shots.
Anyway... i'm going to screw all of the chronology up.
So then I guess there was a Sunday. A drinking Sunday, as all Sundays have become.
I'm really unattractive.
Do what tastes like subtly disgusting sexual inneundo.
I'm guessing there was dancing.
Later that week, I ended up in Eskape.
For those of you who don't know what Eskape is... it sucks. For those of you who do know what Eskape is... why the fuck would you ever have a mitzvah there?
After getting yelled at about trying to sign the mitvahee's book, there was DDR.
which pretty much sucked too.
Just look at how enthralled Ben Spie's was.
So, we ditched the Eskape idea and decided to venture towards White Cemetary. Blah blah blah "One of the most haunted locations in Northwest Illinois."
Too bad it was cold as hell and everyone smokes. Oh noes, ectoplasm!
So we went further down Cuba and tried to see if some remnants of the old, super fucking haunted creepy as balls barn still stood.
Perhaps the most heartbreaking thing ever. The entire area leveled, just like every other damn abandoned/haunted place around here. The silo still stood, but there was also some thick mud. We retreated for the day.
The next day was terribly fucking boring.
Nick got a hold of my camera.
For whatever god awful reason after that, we went to Gurnee mills.
I'm guessing the next had to do with ihop.
He asked to have his picture taken.
Then, sam revealed the biggest flashlight ever.
Weekend came, finally.
And I think that's when a lot of us went to denning's.
This joke never gets old.
Later that night, end up Nick's house.
Throw up at work, in front of customers, the next day. AWESOME.
I forgot why I took this.
This happened the same weekend, I think:
we lunched with sean on his lunch break.
and somehow a non-gimmicky photo of me surfaced.
we ventured back to the silo whilst waiting for sean to get off work:
post-that we ended up in a basement.
slapping happened.
we both look really gay, but whatever.
I guess steak and shake happened to at some point in time
Another drunken sunday:
Let's take pictures of soft-core porn at un-porn moments.
Soooo that weekend ended. I think everyone went back to school. And I guess I should get better with this memory thing.
So the weather gets nice.
I get my grill fixed after 10 years of them being chipped.
The weather proceeds to get even nicer and hits the mid-50s.
We're all excited for the next day to come and be sunny and shit.
It dawns cold as hell and overcast.
Oh well, we say.
And while sitting at White Alps creating fine art, a mild snowstorm starts.
Oh well, we say, and drive to our friends out.
Four fucking hours later...
My car is buried in 12 inches of snow, not even moving.
After literally 2 hours of digging a path to my friend's driveway, we get the car into a safe spot. And get stranded at Nick's.
The sun, as some sort of joke, comes out the next day.
And well shit
morning is no ones best time.
Wait. What.
So anyschwam... drunken sunday number 3!
Uneventful week, blahblahblah.
Last weekend o' January:
Grilled.
My nose is essentially a shelf.
Candid shots make everyone look retarded.
oh canadian tuxedos.
punk rock.
Some party:
I don't know any of these people, except for Becky.
Seriously this joke never gets old.
Claaaaaaaaaasy.
and then I drew on my hand and the month ended.
GOOD, BECAUSE I HATE JANUARY.
Febuary usually suxxorz too. It better get warm soon.
Sorry aboot the crappiness of this post. I will strive for excellence next time. Maybe.
OK BYE.
Maybe the most uneventful month ever.
These are all pretty uninteresting and crappy. Soooorrryyy. Not my fault January sucked.
It kicked off with reevercards first show downtown at the illustrious note. It was awesome, and by awesome I mean pretty shitty.
No pictures exist of the actual show. But pictures exist from that actual night.
We never take promo shots.
Anyway... i'm going to screw all of the chronology up.
So then I guess there was a Sunday. A drinking Sunday, as all Sundays have become.
I'm really unattractive.
Do what tastes like subtly disgusting sexual inneundo.
I'm guessing there was dancing.
Later that week, I ended up in Eskape.
For those of you who don't know what Eskape is... it sucks. For those of you who do know what Eskape is... why the fuck would you ever have a mitzvah there?
After getting yelled at about trying to sign the mitvahee's book, there was DDR.
which pretty much sucked too.
Just look at how enthralled Ben Spie's was.
So, we ditched the Eskape idea and decided to venture towards White Cemetary. Blah blah blah "One of the most haunted locations in Northwest Illinois."
Too bad it was cold as hell and everyone smokes. Oh noes, ectoplasm!
So we went further down Cuba and tried to see if some remnants of the old, super fucking haunted creepy as balls barn still stood.
Perhaps the most heartbreaking thing ever. The entire area leveled, just like every other damn abandoned/haunted place around here. The silo still stood, but there was also some thick mud. We retreated for the day.
The next day was terribly fucking boring.
Nick got a hold of my camera.
For whatever god awful reason after that, we went to Gurnee mills.
I'm guessing the next had to do with ihop.
He asked to have his picture taken.
Then, sam revealed the biggest flashlight ever.
Weekend came, finally.
And I think that's when a lot of us went to denning's.
This joke never gets old.
Later that night, end up Nick's house.
Throw up at work, in front of customers, the next day. AWESOME.
I forgot why I took this.
This happened the same weekend, I think:
we lunched with sean on his lunch break.
and somehow a non-gimmicky photo of me surfaced.
we ventured back to the silo whilst waiting for sean to get off work:
post-that we ended up in a basement.
slapping happened.
we both look really gay, but whatever.
I guess steak and shake happened to at some point in time
Another drunken sunday:
Let's take pictures of soft-core porn at un-porn moments.
Soooo that weekend ended. I think everyone went back to school. And I guess I should get better with this memory thing.
So the weather gets nice.
I get my grill fixed after 10 years of them being chipped.
The weather proceeds to get even nicer and hits the mid-50s.
We're all excited for the next day to come and be sunny and shit.
It dawns cold as hell and overcast.
Oh well, we say.
And while sitting at White Alps creating fine art, a mild snowstorm starts.
Oh well, we say, and drive to our friends out.
Four fucking hours later...
My car is buried in 12 inches of snow, not even moving.
After literally 2 hours of digging a path to my friend's driveway, we get the car into a safe spot. And get stranded at Nick's.
The sun, as some sort of joke, comes out the next day.
And well shit
morning is no ones best time.
Wait. What.
So anyschwam... drunken sunday number 3!
Uneventful week, blahblahblah.
Last weekend o' January:
Grilled.
My nose is essentially a shelf.
Candid shots make everyone look retarded.
oh canadian tuxedos.
punk rock.
Some party:
I don't know any of these people, except for Becky.
Seriously this joke never gets old.
Claaaaaaaaaasy.
and then I drew on my hand and the month ended.
GOOD, BECAUSE I HATE JANUARY.
Febuary usually suxxorz too. It better get warm soon.
Sorry aboot the crappiness of this post. I will strive for excellence next time. Maybe.
OK BYE.