all i can say is FINALLY...

frosh softball has offically WON a game on their own, with no JV help.

i was THISCLOSE to getting a homerun. goddamn outfielders sleeping in right field. bitch, you better wake-up, it's SO coming for ya.

a.d.d kicked in

it's true. karen o. knows her shit. there is NO modern romance. unless you're karen o. then you let the dude from the icarus line fuck you every now and then. although i probably wouldn't categorize that as "romance ( Read more... )

highlights of the day:

"sick, this tastes like corn!"-- adam

veatch singing "gay bar"

ellen: look! mexican poncho!
me: ugh, that's not mexican. it's just a goddamn poncho.

sam and i posing for these girl's art project. "music is fucking deck...man."

albert's response when i coloured on his folder: WHY?!

kelly and brandon: mr. BOO-LAH!

i wish i had some money. then i could some cds/stuff ( Read more... )

This week has been no good ( Read more... )

PP was fucking rad.

the end.

yeahhh. yesterday = grood times ( Read more... )

i'm. horrible. dammit.

this sucks.

well. i almost killed corey kovonda today. it was bad. ohhh, he just fell on his ass...I'M SORRY! i almost hit him while working on throw downs. whoo. that was...embarassing ( Read more... )

heyyyy. yeah, ok. last night we went out to dinner with the carnahans. that was a hoot and a half i tell ya. we drew all over the paper table cloth like dorks. some samples of what we had written down ( Read more... )