Maple Acorn

writ

2007-12-18T22:24:00.000-05:00

of freedrawn thoughts.

the riddled reut, ne'er once face covered in chocolate, ask me how the wïttle wöllt dost move.
said i (the mistaken misfit): "the frittled wïttle wölt had moved once, for t'was it once in motion, yet rare is it seen by many."
said the riddled reut: "at whence did the wïttle wölt move, for if he/she/it moves there must be a reason or rhyme. Alas! the wïttle wölt, being very frittled, moves from once being set in motion."
said i (the mistaken misfit): "Methinks a thought of gold have you struck. A fact for your question and thought. In motion, the wïttle wölt is set from a touch of spark from the being of the quißt. Once the quißt had the spark contact made, the wïttled wölt jives from the bottom belly of the highest nït."
said the riddled reut: "my mind, had ago beseeched a truth now lay rested."

today is december 8th

2007-12-07T07:45:00.000-05:00

John Lennon.

i only wish i was able to live in the era you essentially shaped.

love

i dreamt

2007-12-07T07:37:00.000-05:00

that i started smoking again.

thats how fucking stressed about everything i am.

ass

2007-12-06T07:47:00.001-05:00

i writ this piper of fiddled word and pretentious vocabulary (knot to mention appalling grammer), a break my weary mind did need. putting off, my lesson learned.
thoughts from post days and weaks, methinks months mayhaps? yes month(s). sad feel from my thoughts did kep me unrest.
i saught council from a frind. my quandary she already know (my feel, are they not hidden well?). confessional to a frind, something practiced oft, ne'er yet this fright had enveloped me.
she had me helped.

my glass rise to my frinds who had help me get bye.

lobe

thanksgiving

2007-11-23T10:10:00.000-05:00

i feel so drained. i feel like it is 2 am, but it's only 9:30 pm. i really want a cigarette, but whatever. i gotta fight the temptation.

i have work tomorrow at 1, till close i assume. i really dont know. luckily closing is easy, because its basically nothing. i hope its not busy, but i know it will be, because it is black friday.

well obviously today is thanksgiving. that entailed me waking up early and going to church an hour early to "get the good seats". then afterwards, instead of being greeted by the typical fantastic reception with amazing punch and bite size treats, there was nothing. i was appalled.

then i saw a russian wolfhound. most gorgeous dog ive ever seen in my life. i will get one when i'm older.

fast forward to thanksgiving dinner. supposed to happen at 2 might i add. my parents, grandaddy and i arrive at our cousins, and we stand and talk for a while. then my cousins and my uncle secluded ourselves in the den and just talked and laughed for two and a half hours. two and a half hours. do the math. that means that we started eating at 4.30. two and a half hours later than we were supposed to eat. whatever though. the food was really good. channing ate the biggest turkey thigh ever.

cut to when my grandfather is leaving.
my grandfather ran out of oxygen in his tank nearing the end of the night. so when he was about to leave, my cousin gives him a hug, and then i go in for the handshake followed by a hug, and my grandfathers eyes open up wider than i could have ever imagined (they went crazy) and he jutted out his arm forcefully to give the HARDEST handshake ive ever felt the man give. then he said "im gonna tie your hair behind your head".

i should say this, my grandfather is a very calm old man. very nice and reserved. apparently off his oxygen he is crazy. by the way, i didnt just imagine his eyes going crazy, my cousin saw it too.

after my cousins and my grandfather left, it was just my parents, my cousins and i. then we finally went home.

since i've been home, i've just sat and wondered if i'm going to throw up. too much food no? i don't remember ever being this full.

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"and now for something completely different":

i like someone, someone i don't want to like. its been bugging me. i have to get that off my chest. it sucks to talk to her sometimes.

should i cut my hair? i know some of you say no, some of you say yes. im very indecisive. i've had nightmares where my hair was cut, and i was running around waiting for my hair to grow back. i probably wont cut my hair. but tell me what you think

my computer battery only holds 40 minutes at a full charge now. i have to get a new battery.

a commentary on music, our uncultured youth, sean lennon and music recommendations

2007-11-12T21:33:00.000-05:00

I got the inspiration for this blog from Jake, whose blog was based primarily on the 1960's.

I'll start with where he left off:

I'm sure you've noticed the lack of "The Who" apparel through schools and streets, most people favoring Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin and Beatles shirts, most of which are oversized tees with an awkward fit and worn by guys with cargo shorts (might i add that all of these shirts should have a good fit, and they should be VINTAGE, not bought at hot topic or target as jake correctly notes).

Jake also made the point that most of these people wearing these shirts have only a handfull of these bands greatest hits or something, nothing shirt worthy mind you. They hop on the bandwagon of whatever popular artist is at its peak at the time. speaking of hopping on the bandwagon, what is the deal with everyone being into grateful dead? i mean i say 2 out of 6 kids who wear the shirt or listen to the music, actually like the music. Please tell me it isn't a rarity to have unique music tastes.

anyway, back to the Who. I'll jump right into it. Live at Leeds, is the best live album, best live concert, of all time. Once again, no one recognizes this. It's always a Deadhead Show, or a Zeppeling show, or Woodstock, where, im sorry, even Jimi Hendrix admitted he sucked, (not to say the rest of woodstock wasnt great, but that was more because it was an experience).

jumping to modern times. One of my friends, who has good taste in music, is currently at Virginia Tech. Her background is "the Strokes". she told me that people in her dorm saw that background and said "who is that?" Needless to say i went into convulsions upon hearing that. It's the strokes. Sweet Jesus, they are one of the best bands of our generation if not the best. Kings of Leon are up there too, but no one knows their early stuff, until this most recent album, which is good, but not as good as say aha shake heartbreak.

Now, i have to go to an artist who is my personal favorite. the only two people who i appreciate as much are the works of his father, John and one of his friends who he did a collaboration with, Matthieu Chedid (who i will be touching on later in this topic). Sean Lennon was one of the first true indie musicians. 1998 Into the Sun was released. 1999 Half Horse, Half Musician was released, and finally in 2006 Friendly Fire was Released. If you want good indie, and TRUE indie mind you, listen to those albums. i'm sick of this mainstream indie shit that people listen to, like death cab for cutie. Bands like that have gotten so popular that they generalize the indie label, which is contrary to what indie really is.

Back to Sean. Really most of Sean's fans have heard Friendly Fire, if that much. It makes me sick that a good portion of the people who come to his live shows (which are unrivaled small scale shows) are only there because they are curious about what John and Yoko's son are doing. They expect only covers from the beatles and John's solo career, which in and of itself is an unreasonable and disrespectful expectation. Sean's solo work is very unlike John's music, more methodical and more melodic. Sean is also very performance oriented, when he packs a small venue, or not packing it, either way the performance is bound to be one of the best you will ever see.
i've been lucky enough to see him live two times, and im hoping i can see him live many many many more times.

There's not really much else i have to say. here are a few artist's and bands i think are worth looking at:

Matthieu Chedid, -M- (http://www.myspace.com/matthieuchedid)
Stephanie Dosen (http://www.myspace.com/stephaniedosen)
Death From Above 1979 (http://www.myspace.com/deathfromabove1979)
Scissor Sisters (http://www.myspace.com/scissorsisters)
Spymob (http://www.myspace.com/spymob)
Steely Dan (http://www.myspace.com/steelydan)
The Yardbirds (http://www.myspace.com/theyardbirdsx)
Adam Green (http://www.myspace.com/adamgreen1)
Albert Hammond Jr. (http://www.myspace.com/alberthammondjrband)

summer.a recap

2007-08-24T10:04:00.000-04:00

this summer was certainly...busy. i did a few things for rva magazine (1 part rva mannequin, 1 part styling), worked at urban, and for a potter.
finally im done with urban outfitters though.i was sick of the horrible quality of clothing and the stuff that we got at short pump urban was quite simply suburban. i dont think ive shopped there in months. and neither should you. american apparel, rumors, need, henry and hospitality are the only places ill spend money now, and even though theyre pricey theyre totally worth it. at least from them i wont see someone wearing the exact same shit as me, and if i do odds are therye nudie jeans, which i dont mind, we need a denim revolution.
speaking of i got a newwww pair of nudies from dean. he rules. a 200 dollar pair of slim jim dry japans for only 50. i love that boy to death.
unfortunatly they were hemmed before i got them and the excess denim was cut off so i couldnt let out the hem. i had em tailored and i dont think the people took them in tight enough. what do you think? heres a pic:

i love te color of the jpanese denim.its so thick. its gonna break in really nicely i can already tell. i spray starched the a couple of times just to ensure that they would be extra hard so when i break the in theyll be nuts. i guess theyre grim tims now cos theyre the top of the jim, and then the bottom of the finn.

here are my old nudies after 1 or 2 washes, i cant remember.

im gonna keep wearing em, not as much cos im working on the sjdj, but ill continue to muck these up so that when i keep washign them theyll be incredibly faded. i starched them a couple of times recently but it didnt do much.

what else happened this summer...oh my cousin ellen got hitched. i hadnt seen her in about 10-11 years. it was fantastic to see her ad the other cousins. although im not too keen on some of the other people at the wedding. there were a few assholes. well more like one, he was on my shuttlebus and he cursed out the matron of honor when he was drunk. fucker.

well school started up again, and its fantastic so far. my two clay classes are really fun, and i mean, clay is the only thing i know really. so they shoudl be appropriatly challenging, but im used to the touch of clay so i dont know what to expect. wheel throwing im confident in, handbuilding im a little nervous cos i havnt done it in so long, and im not the neatest fellow around.

i just had history this moring, and the lady seems nice and easy. shes very hyper though.

oh oh oh and last thing. duchess of york, one of the best bands in richmond, or ever from richmond in my opinion, just released their debut album. you can get it in plan 9, or purchase it online at their myspace. dean set up a paypal account so if you order it hell ship it out to you asap.

heres their page: www.myspace.com/doymusic.

now im off to my second and final class for the day.
adieu

jerry falwell

2007-05-15T19:10:00.000-04:00

im glad your gone.
its about fucking time.

the 20's were classy

2007-05-11T22:45:00.000-04:00

they really were.

but i was just looking at one of my friends pictures. the picture had this gorgeous late 80s early 90s vibe to it, not the ugly late 80s/early 90s, im talking the really nostalgic feel that it had.

then i was thinking, holy shit, its 2007.
i distinctly remember the early 90s and onward. im almost 19, but i feel old as FUCK. where did all this time go.
i dont get it.
its twisting my mind into a kaleidoscope of images from my past.
what in the fuck is happening.

ps let me know which colors of chrome bags you like the most (or could see me getting) in the previous post. i need to figure this out.

yahee icky thump

2007-05-11T12:57:00.000-04:00

whod a thunk sittin drunk on a wagon to mexico

man what a good song.
well im officially out of johnson "it feels like a steam room" hall room 709
you know, for a piece of shit dorm that should have been renovated 30 years ago, it was actually really cool. easily my favorite dorm out of the others. if any prospective vcu student is trying to figure out what dorm to live in and reads this, take johnson. its fun. the elevators and bathrooms are shitty as hell, but they make you laugh.
7th floor was awesome too. it had this beautiful height so you could see over monroe park.

ill miss it kind of.
haha

after moving back into my parents house, i wonder, where the fuck did i keep all of my shit before? this is ridiculous. i ahve little to no space for the shit that was here before i moved out. a lots going in the trash i can tell you that.

why the fuck am i watching tokyo drift?

so im looking to buy a chrome bag.
if you read this let me know which colors you like the most.

here are the ones im looking at:

black black

grey black

grey red

kelly green black

royal blue black

yellow black

let me know which ones yall like.
i like the black black, but then again part of me wants something bright.

actually im talkign to someonr right now about maybe getting his, but let me know what colors you like cos if it doesnt work otu then i wanna make sur ei know what colors to order.

ok im out

take take take

2007-04-28T22:40:00.001-04:00

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?

2007-04-21T11:11:00.000-04:00

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

2007-04-16T11:42:00.000-04:00

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

2007-04-03T09:11:00.000-04:00

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

2007-04-01T01:02:00.000-04:00

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

two new shirts and r2d2

2007-03-30T21:04:00.001-04:00

last nights sleep was the best sleep ive ever had. in fact, it was so good i think im gonna try it again.
i was intending on waking up at 8 this morning and going to hang in carytown all day from 10 on. but i ended up sleeping in till 12 and going around 2.
i went there primarily to take pics of some great street style around rva. and what better place than our very own carytown.
unfortunatly, there werent many, i mean there were, but either they were off in the distance and i was too tired to be willing to chase them down, but there were some that were cool and werent more than liek 10 feet away from me when i saw them.
i met up with emily and we looked around in need for a bit. she was talking to someone when i got there, but i saw adam and i was like, hey man, and we talked for a bit. i need to photograph him, he left before i could get him.
need didnt have the shoes emily wanted so we went to world of mirth for dunnys, but dunnys were sold out. gr.
i got a munny though. its a zipper pull, but its a banana. i put it on my fanny pack

emily then had to leave because shes dumb.
i went to american apparel and chelsea was working. i didnt really know it cos i wasnt set on looking for her right off the bat. but i was looking for v-neck shirts.
i found some, but i knew they had more. so i went looking around and then she was sitting right in front of em, talking to someone else. and i was like hey! and she said the same. and i said, are these your v neck shirts? and she said yeahhh, not the deep v though, and i said, yeah i dont think i can pull that off.
id definitly like to try but not for a while, i need a transition.
anyway.
so i pulled liek 11 v neck shirts to try on. while i was doing that chelsea and her friend said, your not one of the bad customers right? sarcastically of course, they know im nice. i said "oh of course not, i work retail i know how it is. i hate the customers who turn everythign inside out give the hangers back to you but leave the clothes balled up in the corner of the fitting room" seriously those people suck. if you are one of those people grow up. heres how you do it:
you come out of the fitting room, if you arent sure if you bring out the clothes when youre done, you ask. just pop your head out and ask "should i bring the clothes i dont want out to you?" odds are the person will say yes, but if you dont know you should ask. dont be a dick and leave everything fucked up.
anyway, out of those shirts (i had a black, brown, gray, grey stripe white stripe, marbly gray, purple, green, forest green, and some others) only brown black and purple seemed to be to my liking. purple i wasnt sure about so i got chelsea and the other girl to approve, and they did. im glad they did cos i put it on when i got home and i said, man this is awesome.
so i got the purple and the black, i wasnt in the mood for buying a lot today, just a couple of things. im gonna wait a while till i go on a so called spree, which isnt a spree at all because im not rich enough to go on one, but a spree for me is buying liek 6-12 things in varying amounts of prices. the more i get the lower the price, and vice versa. you get it. its the poor mans spree you see.
anyway, after i pulled those i put all my clothes back in the right place, hung up of course, i mean i am a good customer. i only picked smalls so it wasnt hard for me to put them back on the hanger.
i was about to pay then i saw the belts, and i was liek OH i need belts. but not a spree day, so im still saving that for another day, but man those belts are pretty sexy.
i mean it is american apparel after all.
oh and to top it all off chelsea was like, give him 15 % off. that was nice!
i took pics of beth and her friend cos they were dressin snazzy.
i went to need just to see everything, and i tried on some cheap mondays. i need some cheap mondays, let me tell you.
they are tight, physically and like in the essence of the slang term there are few things tighter.
i mean nudies are up there with em.
i tried em on and then i came out and had a discussion with the guy who was runnin the fitting room, he was cool.
then i talked to the guy on register who sold me my dry pair of nudies that ive been wearing daily.
man i love em. we had liek a 30 min discussion on nudies. he got this incredible pair from sweden for a really good price, they were liek 130 because the american dollar is a lot more than the swedish dollar, so including shipping he said it only cost 130. mine were fucking 150. no shipping, and his look cooler. man, i gotta get on this.
but i do love my nudies. im developing two holes in the left butt pocket, from my moleskine. its workin on 3 or 4 now i think. i cant really tell, but im sure there will be 4 holes or maybe 2 small ones and a relaly big one at the top from it whenever i wash em.
for you guys who dont know what nudie jeans are, click the link called nudie on this page.
basically they make jeans perfectly with unwashed denim an pure indigo dye. you wear them constantly and dont wash them for a minimum 6 months (im going for a year, because the longer the better). all that time the jeans just get broken in and the denim fades and tehres a build up of oils and grime. when you wash em you get your own fade marks,a nd if you wear em a lot you get your own holes, so theres no pre fade or pre worn areas that dont match your body. its beautiful.
i want to get some of the slim jim japanese denim ones because its a thicker denim that breaks into your body better. and then i want to have it tailored in a bit.
after i talked to that guy, i left and got a smoothie then took pics of this awesome post office mail box that was covered in a large sticker or decal i guess, to make it look liek r2d2 to celebrate the 30th anniversary of star wars

when i was taking those pictures some lady in the car was talking to her friend and she said:
"is tha' boy takin' pictures of a mailbox?"
bitch. its a fucking r2d2 mailbox, that only happens once in a while.
cut scene.
im back home and i had a glass of wine with my parents in our back patio and enjoyed the warm weather.
i just had dinner, it wasnt good.
im gonna get somethign to eat, and then i think im going to enjoy another sleep.

visual proof

2007-03-29T21:30:00.000-04:00

ok so all the pics are up. yess, and theyre in reverse order. dammit
im gonna try to recap the whole thing right now without looking at my other posts...
8:04 pm. the white subaru rolls into the opening in front of the bowe street parking deck. i get out with my laptop, ipod, ipod connector cable, camera, and of course my always important portfolio.
i go to where the line starts and i ask this douchebag who thinks hes so fuckin incredible at everything if hes in line. he looks at me and looks at the line and raises one eyebrow
"psh no. are people actually getting inline right now" he with a large amount of tude.
i said yes, and set my portfolio down.
the other guy who was first came out and started to carve. someone was admiring his tools. they must have been good. i dont really undestand carving tools but they were custom made by this chinese family who has been making sculpture tools for 5 generations. so they must have been pricey
we were both starving so he gave me some money and i ran out and got some five guys. he was a nice guy but he was kind of strange in an absent minded professor way. hell come up later in the story.
another girl comes into the line, numero 3.
she was really cool. she had a gothic look, but not over the top. it was pretty cool. she had rad dreds
emily and chris came a little after and we just chilled for a bit. the music tht was played wasnt really our taste, and it seemed to be all the mainstream shit of the genres. i think that 3 of the people freaked out when feel good inc came on, like it was the day after it was released. i dunno, i was just kind of perplexed, and then they were playing mr brightside and a lot of hardcore shit. im not a hardcore person so this wasnt my jams.
one of the girls who came later brought robot chicken season one and i watched a good amount of that, but it seemed like it was on from 10pm to 2 or 3 am. it was nuts.
keri and kristen came and theybrought a tent and an air mattress. they were the best prepared. the air mattress looked liek someone had peed on a towel and smeared the pee towl all over the mattress. i mean it smelled like tobacco so tahts prolly what it was. but still. not nice. kristen and chris posed on it.
after that emily and chris wanted to make a fort. and i was like whatever. i carried one piece of massive cardboard, but other than that it was all them. the cardboard fort was pretty funy though. they used paper towels from the bafrooms. and it was easy disposal for this morning.
the downside is that when they wanted to sleep people would always look through the holes in the roof, liek the first guy in line. he was.....how do you say, sketchy about sleeping people. apparently he doesnt see sleeping people a lot. and dont get me wrong the guy is a nice guy, but it was just weird. i remember he looked at a person who was asleep for maybe a straight minute without moving. ok thats pretty long if you think about it. and then he turned away and said:
"oh thank god hes still breathing, i was not in the mood for cpr tonight".......WHO THE FUCK THINKS LIKE THAT?
anyway. so after the fort was up... they went to watch the emperors new groove. and for some reason, i guess if i were a girl this would be my time of the month, because i just get mad or sad or whatever randoly now. i have like mood swings more than an old woman going through menopause.
that was a lie. that would be pretty fucked up if i had more mood swings than that.
well so yeah i was feeling mad and sad last night and i didnt wanna watch emperors new groove. later on i did though and so when i went looking for em i couldnt find em.
so i played scategories. i got 23 points in 6 rounds.
i was sucking like crazy.
afterwards i hung with ian and guy for a while in the hallway, and corrected their mistake. god what would they do without me. im so important to everyday life.
cut scene.
emily, chris kristen, some weird ass dude and i played the camping trip game
i wonder if i can remember it all
im going camping and im bringing: an astronaut, balogna, a cook book, a dinosaur, an elephant, a forklift, a gurilla, a harriet tubman, an igloo, jesus, a klansman, a loaf of bread, mayonesa, niagra falls (the weird dude picked that one), an o, a parallelagram, a queer, a raven, a spiderman suit, titties, a uteris, a vagina, wolverine, the xmen, a y, zoolander

well i cant remember o or y but considering that was liek 20 hours ago thats pretty good.
after that i kinda bounced between ian and guys little space and chris and emilys area.
chris and emily were sitting on chairs made by the douchebag guy from the beginning of the story. these were so shitty. i eman if i wouldnt be able to do any better i wouldnt be as cocky as he is. i mean what the fuck. what an arse. he looks like hes in his 30s too. dumbass.
hm after that i think emily and chris laid down and i listend to music and messed with pics and blogs and what not.
then i decided to sleep for acouple of hours, so at 5 am i laid down. i woke up at 7. around 730 people started coming in. i was wide awake which was kind of weird but i am a morning person. so whatever.
at 740 it was packed
i swear 14 hours was better than waiting an hour inline. it was actually fun. id totally camp out with those people agian. cept for the weird ones. ill skip that slumber party.
anyway, so i was second in line, and the first guy went in.
he came out but they were all looking at it, i guess just to show everyone inthere how to do it and go over it one last time.
i was called in and i was so goofy. i said stuff like "this is exciting!" and i was very bouncy. how strange.
i think the guy who was working on my stuff either thought iw as funny, or retarded.
whatever. my portfolio was perfect. i finished over the weekend.thats how great i am.
so i thought id be in there for a solid 10 minutes. but it was like one minute, he typed some things and then he said "youre good togo" an i was like, im done? he said yeah
i came out and i high fived half the people in line, and josh bishop got it on video, i wonder if hell put it in something.
but it was fun
then after he said i gotta stop filming, i was like ok, and man my legs were getting weak. it was so weird to be done with my portfolio. it was awesome. but it still hasnt hit me.
hopefully crafts is where ill end up. who knows though.
after that emily and chris and i moved chriss car, and emily went to sleep and chris and i went to schafer. it was good.
taylor was so so today.
after that i just messed on the compy for a while. i think chris named it sylvester or something else. i cant remember. i need a good name fo rmy computer. it never left my side last night.
then i had esposito for art history. if there ever wasnt more of a waste of an hour and 15 min...
the camp out last night seemed like it took less time than that class. i really want michael shaffer back, he was the man. michael if you ever read this, which is highly unlikely, i miss you, as do everyone else.
then i came home and ive been hangin all day. tomorrow im gonna go take pics in carytown all day.

everyone check out blonde redheads new album 23, and for a classic, listen to led zeppelin live at royal albert hall 1970. its the best concert of all time in my opinion. as far as rock as the genre. sean lennon will forever be emblazoned in my mind. and im seeing him again in a week!
this is brilliant. i think i might give him one of my teabowls. oh well im out for the night. my fingers lost their ability to type about 20 min ago.

terrific

2007-03-29T11:26:00.000-04:00

all is pretty much better
im totally done with the portfolio. yayay!
its out of my hands now.
literally and figuratively.
i knwo why i was mad this morning, and i still would be, but im not mad no. the whole portfolio experience went off without a snag for me
emily didnt submit her online portfolio to blackboard though, but they didnt say anything to her. luckily she remembered. and chris thought he did but he didnt.
after i came out i did a massive high five session cos i was second to leave. but first to go down past everyone.
josh filmed me doing the high fives
chris and i went to shaf and emily was dumb and decided to sleep because apparently an all nighter makes her tired. i got two hours of sleep but im perfectly fine now. wiiiiiiiide awake.
im thinking tomorrow im gona take pics of some stylish people for rva mannequin, and saturday. who knows. itll be fun though

fuming

2007-03-29T08:20:00.000-04:00

well now fridays fucked.
i was gonna go with my friends friday morning to see my old teacher and now mentors art show thing thats been up for a while.
it was with my old ib class and i was really excited, cos i miss those bitches.
but apparently they can only go monday now. and i cant go because its my first day of color research.
whatever.
im mad though.
and im hating people right now.
dumbass friends who are assholes or ignore me. fuckers. im honestly very mad right now.
im done with this useless blog.
ill post more later when im either more mad, or in a better mood.

rated r for righteous

2007-03-28T22:28:00.001-04:00

so im camping out at bowe street for the portfolio review tomorrow.

not as cool as you think, but maybe a little cooler?
i came to bowe street at 8:04 pm tonight, and there was only one physical person infront of me.
i say physical because two other people dropped off their portfolio before because they have community service at the time of the review.
chris and emily are here now.
some guy is being a really bad dj. hardcore and techno is not always the way to go. hardcore never.
i put in some led live at royal albert hall earlier, which made it a bit better.
i dont get how people are still working on their portfolios.
it makes nos ense to me. i finished over the weekend and have been chillin all week as a result. some people are dumbasses.

i dont know how but names were brought up.
and i was talking about the coolest dog name ever for a dachshund

bri has a dachshunds whose name is oscar.
but its not for oscar mayer, but its for oscar de lahoya

dude
one of my friends is in bowe and she has the best haircut ever!
i really like it!
i totally lurked her myspace for this, sorry elyse if you didnt want this on the web. buuuut. yeah whatever

its great
and i just saw a picture of my friend matt, but it wasnt matt. he put it on his blog, and theres this guy at vcu who has the same genetic makeup as him.
more lurking of myspace right now to show you this.

the first pic is matt, the second is his twin. this is liek matrix shit

man i feel like the world is upside down, with beards and good hair.

in the meantime i made a blog for richmond style. its called rva mannequin, im taking pictures of well styled richmonders.
check it out in a week or two

i just took a lot of pictures of chris and emily and me and floyd. floyd is awesome. ill post em tomorrow or something

robot chicken is on, cos some girl is awesome, i call her number 7, because shes seventh in line, but she brought first season. and some guy brought speakers. we moved the sofas so that we can watch in comfort.
this is actually surprisingly fun, i mean i knew itd be fun, but its a lot better than i thought.

oh and i cant laugh right.

ill write more later

fuck art lets dance

2007-03-27T09:33:00.000-04:00

no.
fuck dance, lets art.
right now im staring down a lifesize plaster mold of a person how is, im guessing a woman? i dont knwo what the fuck this person is tryign to say by placing one of those sars masks over her face. there are some molds of chemical bottles, but i mean that makes sense to the mask. it doesnt leave anything for me to think about. i mean yes theyre needed. but i think the piece as a whole is a bust.

this morning i was in a good mood. starbucks was calling my name and emily and i went. i got my typcial venti 3 scoop vanilla bean, 5 scoop chocolate chip, double blended syrup cream frap. the bitch ringing me up though, god dammit, she ruined my day already, and its only 9 38 right now.
she had a lip ring, which had to be covered by a bandaid. come on starbucks, do you really think giant bandaids covering parts of somoens face look better than the piercings. i mean christ.
but thats now what ruined my day, i worked at starbucks and i had to bandaid my tat.
i tried talking to the girl, in ahappy and up beat manner of course. she wouldnt have that apparently.
you know i was surprised at how mad i was about this, but shit like that affects mornings.
everyone else there was cool though so that made up for it.
emily is particularly funny today, i dont know why. it slike afternoon emily was replacing morning emily (who is a debbie downer by the way).

snapple fun fact for the day
no only child has ever been a US president
interesting
itd suck to be those presidents syblings.

fin!

2007-03-26T21:31:00.000-04:00

the dreaded portfolio is complete.
about bleedin time too. its so relieving to be done a full 3 days before its actually due. the next several days will be filled with relaxation and leisure.
friends is on now, i hope that someday when im in my twenties or early thirties i can just hangout in a locally owned coffee place in some city, where im gonna live and create, with a small group of friends.
oh yeah i want to be famous or something...i dont know.

sarah just said this to me after i said i dont like cake
sarah nelson: you are a loser
apparently if you dont like cake your a loser now?
interesting, ill have to take that into account from now on

have you ever noticed how mythbusters is never on when you absolutely need it, but when your not expecting it its always on?
i mean if its on ill watch it, but whne im craving some mythbusters, its nowhere to be found!
someone at discovery needs to rethink this, and make it mythbusters 8 hours out of the day at the minimum. its one of the prime televisions shows.
and cary on mythbusters is also really hot.
but thats not the only reason why its cool. its like bill nye for teenagers and adults.

and im quickly running out of things to say in this blog
so on that note im ending on the guitar solo from celebration day by led zeppelin

beehbeeh behdehdeldeedededededebee weewewewewewee bedbeehbeeh behdehdeldehdededebeeh dehdeh deh wheeweewheeewee

2007-03-25T20:29:00.000-04:00

so i said in the last post that i had to work today.
well it seems that last wednesday when i checked my schedule at the sweet loss prevention meeting, i checked the wrong schedule. so i woke up for no reason. this was actually a blessing though, because i spent my entire day on my portfolio.
here are a few things that are going in it

yeah thats about all for now

being sick sucks

2007-03-25T01:24:00.000-04:00

so the first saturday of spring break was great.
i hung with sarah and watched monty python meaning of life, followed by going to carytown to get dunnys. i parked in cary court, and iw as still in need of an american apparel fanny pack. AA being right there i was like "i gotta see if they have fanny packs. theyre always out when i go in!" so i go in, and damn dude, there was one left, a black nylon fanny pack. as if it werent good enough i got a cool dunny with sarah.
oh good song just came up on my itunes. "Celebration day" by led zeppelin
back to the story
we proceeded to go to hyperlink to see my friends band Duchess of York ( www.myspace.com/doymusic ), who are awesome by the way. fortunatly and unfortunatly they were the headliners. fortunatly for them really. i didnt want to stay at the shithole that is hyperlink for long. its so bad for live shows unless its in the back stage which is huge. instead the show was on a sunken stage so that you can only really see if you are front row.
then i had to listen to uncle vinny or whatever that shit band was, and then the rulers, who were what? 40 year old men whos only solution to a mid life crisis is play for a bunch of teenagers at a college campus. real cool. i digress.
opm played, and i love the guys in that band, but its not my jam. so sarah and i sat on the upper level until duchess played. oh yeah sarah and i got sweet shirts from duchess of york, which were printed really well on american apparel black tees. the quality was awesome.
after the show, which was pretty good, the crowd sucked, sarah and i met randomly connor and a guy he works with at abercrombie, outside saharas. they invited us to hookah with them. this is where the night stillw as awesome, but fucked up my next day.
hookah was great, we had a fun time. but remember. hookah equals llike 100 times the tar than cigarrettes and another insane increase in nicotene intake than cigs.
so after hookah sarah and i came back to my house and we wathced team america. then she had to go.
i went to bed and the next morning i had to play soccer.
ok soccer after hookahing for liek an hour and a half is not good. my lungs were so fucking tight. i couldnt breathe. and some douchebag also clipped me underneath my shingaurd. other and we tied when we should have won. after the game i rode home with johnny, and then went to lunch with him dean and rachel. johnnys deans dad. dean also plays on the team with me, and he is drummer for duchess. rachels his girl. we went to mary angelas and got so much food. it was great. after that dean rachel and i saw 300. best fucking movie ive seen in years.
ok i get home, and i start to have the chills. and im sore, but i figured that was from soccer, and i was coughing, but i figured it was from playing soccer and hookahing. i didn tknow why i had the chills.
next morning i have a fever of 103. grrrrrreat.
continues for the next day. and all this time iw as like i dont have th eflu, i had a flu shot.
nope! i saw the doctor and he was liek. its the flu.
greeeeaaaatttt.
i have the 103 temp from monday to thursday. friday i start to feel better. but not really. my chest is still fucked.
saturday i see 300 with sarah, and go back to her house and watch wag the dog. my favorite movie of all time, tied with how i won the war. then saturday still sick
sunday still sick
all this week still sick.
now i have like the early stages of bronchitis.

i cant wait to be better. i wanna play soccer really bad.
and i have to work tomorrow. but thats cool cos i work at urban outfitters. and we are badass and its one of the coolest jobs ever. i love my coworkers, theyre hilarious. finally something fun.
oh yeah it was emilys birthday this week, which should be a national holiday cos shes so legendary, but yeah the feds are dumb and dont recognize this shit.

PEACE

my blog

2006-10-15T17:11:00.000-04:00

i woke up today aching because i was sleeping on my folded up futon. It was really hard for me to stretch out.
I finished one of my art projects for 2d design fundamentals, and I'm at a major stand-still for my art foundation project.
My name Nick, for all of those who do not know me. I should be writing a paper right now, but I'm making this blog, and watching project runway, and appreciating how out of place my priorities are.
I grew up in the west end of henrico, but quite close to the richmond borderline. I'm at vcu right now studying art, and living in Johnson dorm. My friend lives in the room right above me, i have fun hitting my ceiling, and i think she woke up my roommate because she stomped on her floor.

my bike is in the shop right now, how sad. i cant wait till i get it.

well i have to stop right now because my english is nagging me.

post more on the morrow mayhaps.