take take take

all i have to say tonight is that in urban today, 3 of the most beautiful girls i have ever seen in my life (celebrity/model/or not) were in the store. i was speechless, like i literally couldnt talk for 10 min.
one was this GORGEOUS asian girl, perfect skin, body, face, etc. everythign was like god did it himself.
then another girl came in and another! and i was like speechless. each ahad sick style and the best features a human could as for. liek charleze theron could beg for their looks.


and then there was this other girl whose sister goes to school with me apaprently and the guy she was with lived on my hall first semester.
but she had the coolest headband. liz and i are going to start wearing them. well im out.


hchheylow!

why are you lying to your therapist?

to be away from frustration,
the life, not really worth living,
the joy the future holds,
would it outweigh the pain?
these are too difficult to decide.
and friendships dont last.
the royal family is destroyed.
nki

d is for delightful, try and keep your trousers on

its been a while since ive posted here.
ive been very preoccupied.

i saw sean lennon! i got setlist!

i was as close as you could possibly be during the show. less than arms length






ive been on the board a lot too. seanonolennon.com

uhm
oh yeah rva mannequin is going well.

im not writing much cos im a bit rushed at the moment so im gonna end it here, but ill post more a little later

I'm making a new arm while listening to psycho killer

so sunday i had a soccer game. mind you i hadnt played in 2 and a half weeks cos i had the flu then bronchitis.
and ive still been coughing a bit.
so i came, and we only had one sub. i played, but man, my lungs were burning and tight. it got so bad that i was focusing more on me than what was goin on in the field so i called for a sub and i basically sat out the rest of the half. then stanley needed a sub cos he was bleeding. so i ran on, fucked up once or twice, got yelled at, learned my lesson then almost made a goal of a header.
after that it was half time and i went back out and nearly scored again of a rebound off the keeper (who sucked but still managed to block shit) but luckily rich came in and picked up the trash.
so we were up 1-0
they were getting bettera botu feeding me good balls through the defense (sara, dont do thats what she said), but they were always jsut too far ahead of me so that the loser keeper or the defense got to it first.
but second half iw as feeling loads better, and i really wanted a goal. but i got taken out. cameron came in, hes a better player so i didnt complain.
we tied 1-1, cos the scored. we didnt have our normal keeper in.

after that i wet home and showered, then i got ready to go back on campus and what not.
i came back watched family guy, went to sleep

monday
i woke up then i went to my new class for 15 min, got the syllabus then jetted. i met my old IB class at trinity and we went to waynesboro to see his solo show. it was really cool i loved his stuff. matt, w-t and i tried to just decode his symbols for his family. we almost did it we just cant tell which is which. on two of em that is.
uhm
after that i got back and hugn with beth in monroe park. she encouraged me to take pics of random people.
then i went to dinner with chris whos was visiting richmond. we went with some of his friends. popkin taverns the shit.
i love it.
after that i came back and i did other stuff that i cant remember. robot chicken was good last night.

this post is dumb. im sorry

i broke the rules of the v neck. im a rebel

so i dont care about the rules of the vneck

when i rolled up to urban i nearly hit this poor creature.
it scared the living shit out of me.
i was going nuts and luckily i had my cam on me cos yeah.
there was a fucking duck at short pump. actualy there were like 5 but i only took a pic o this one

cut scene
for those of you who arent farmiliar with the rules of the vnec, it is that you have to have a hairy chest or a chest tattoo inorder to wear one. well. to all of you who staunchly support and believe that rule, i say fuck you.

i have not a hairy chest, nor a chest tattoo. but i think, and some of my friends think that i look good in them. so fuck that.
i got shit all morning at urban for that. not cool. i got off work and went to get a pretzel. i did, and i was really looking forward to it.
im drivingin the parking lot with my pretzel in my lap, and i have to slam on my brakes cos some bitch is retarded.
my pretzel goes flying to the grimey floor. fuckin great. and there is no 5 second rule for driver side floor mats. those things are never clean, even after you got them cleaned. they are perpetually dirty.
in my frustration i gun it and nearly hit a lexus suv and a family van. i wasnt even worried. i was too mad about my pretzel. it nearly fucked up my day.
after that i hung out at home for a while. doing nothing. oh i was rying to get a hold of maria. after i couldnt i decided to just go walk around carytown.
i got a pic of alice looking cute, and then i didnt do much else. then i saw colin healy and the jetskis play at incubate.

incubate was this hole in a wall that looked like it had been someones storage facility for about 30 years and were slowly moving out. there was so much useless junk in there.
cullens clear guitar was aweosme though.
i love reid
it was a pretty decent show, the sound was awful but it was fun for me cos i saw wo many people that i hadnt seen in so long
but i jetted out before andy cobb or opm. i wasnt in the mood.
i came home and talked online for forever