ORIGINAL HUSTLUH

Word of mouth says WordPress is a bit of a hastle. I guess when I get a minute I'll check it out and dig in to browse it further.

All day today it felt like a weird day... like a Wednesday or something... on crack cocaine...


















THE EMPIRE!!! IT'S A TOWER OF TRUE LOVE.


















The layer.


















Am I really wearing a backpack? I carry a lot of shit, and it was the day to go to college. oops.














The ARSENAL.


















Found this in my car. My last week documented at that hell called work. Boo, all that time, for under 200 dollars.


















While I was getting fuel today, this lady asked me THREE times which side her gas tank was on.


















Finally got to college, and enjoyed the scenic route they let everyone encounter.


















Saw this thing en route to the library. Weird things.














There's $ick graff on the pavement.














Took this in the bathroom. Someone was in the 'sit-down-stall' and I'm sure was thoroughly confused why a flash went off.


















Stumbled across this while taking a break. Thing was pretty intense. There is a big sword coming out from the back. The guy who owned it wouldn't stop talking about motorcycles with me. I just bullshitted my way through some how. One day I hope to own something like this.


















I swear this is Rodrigo Teixeira! On an add for 'undecided majors'!! haha.














I was sick of learning.















BOOOO. stupid rainy day had to ruin a perfectly good day to skate. I haven't skated in over a month! (outside of that 15 minute bullshit.) Tomorrow, the skatepark for a quick second, then a good-bye lunch with the sister who leaves for France.

I took my sleeping pill early, so I'm calling it.

Night. x.

I have to tell the truth before it kills me.

The thing that shoots all these twenty-six letters into formation is punishing me, for punishing it. I sit here as the day is creeping towards another page turn, and the feeling inside of my head is one comparable of tiny hot hitting hammers on bare bone. I guess that's what happens with brain swelling, or is it blood thinning, or is it fume flowing? I lost me.

This is going to be a pictorial overload. One fully charged camera, 192 pictures, and a worn out battery later...This. I cut it way down, and feel like a total nerd for spending countless minutes resizing them all in photoshop for...This.

Anyways, I'm hoping this will be one of (if not THE) last blogs on blogger. I am going to eventually make the switch to wordpress, and go from there. The features are just mmming.



















I think my mom is an even better mother simply for having The Velvet Underground on her iPOD.

This is basically in a nutshell why I love colors, and lighting.















I got off of work at about 11p.m., got my sister, Ali, and sped off to Daytona.

Austin arrived a little early to 300 Ocean Ave., and decided to kill time by going to TACO BELL.


















These little bastards kept trying to escape (and did succeed). One's nicknamed something about being 'Mexican'. I think it has something to do with the story Ali and Darren told me about one always cleaning the others coat (while his coat himself is ratty - no pun intended)


















Eventually Casey showed up.



















About forty females showed up and brought a lot of these things. One of them took my camera and deleted all the pictures with such aforementioned broads shown. We just drank our whiskey and moonshine.


















Leah escorted us all to TACO BELL HELL (Austin pushing multiple appearances these days) where they just so happened to screw up my NACHO CHEESE gordita... and give me NO cheese. Oh, and they changed the 'packaging' on the crunchwrap to a sort of bag. Why do these sort of things rent any space in my head? I am a disgusting, worthless human.

Here's Stain, drumming away.















We also nominated A to ALWAYS set us up with viewable pleasure. He put in such good things as office space, fight club, and mean girls.















This is Caseys tattoo, I'm into it.















Before...


















After...


















I think this is my favorite picture of the night. Casey, letting it flow. He just looks in the unknown.



















Despite the humidity and birds chirping, we spent a good time in the beloved garage. That place is host to some good conversations, doings, secrets, and the list goes on. For the most part, this is what soundtracked the time. If you can't tell by the small cover art in the iPOD, you're not a fan.















Austin spent a small portion taking these repetitively... like... at least a handful. But he did warn me he was on the look out for new myspace defaults. I'm just busting him.















We talked a lot about our European invasion, what it'd be like if we had Thom Yorkes voice, Radiohead lyrics, living together in old folk land, and much more. It was the usual.















Casey hooked me up and let me borrow some indys for the time being.


















This is where everything started getting reaaallll blurry. It was about 5A.M. here.


















I may have to take back my comment earlier about favorite picture... this is a doozie.



















"I hate my life"


















"Dude who likes dudes"















This is really the last vivid thing I remember. It was so early in the morning, and after Austin and I did our damage with that weapon, we both went back to pee. I recall laughing so hard while watching Austin run from tree to tree peeing on everything in sight.














Woke up feeling the usual train wreck, semi bullshit sorta mood. Made a doughnut run where semi drunk Austin yelled at a lady in front of us who just so happened to be ordering doughnuts we just didn't even knew existed. It was wild. I wish my camera had been working then.

So that's that. I'm sick of writing, sick of hitting the space bar, and sick of still sitting here. I slept a lot today, and I'm about to do a lot more.

Wordpress up next.

Radiohead - Airbag/How Am I Driving EP was the soundtrack for this entry.

When you wake up feeling old.

I quit my job last night, and for the first time in my life; I did it the right way. Two weeks notice, nig. I want to try to wait tables, cause apparently that's where the real money is.

Yesterday I joined my mother and sister for lunch, the sister just got back from a trip in New York.














The waitress felt it necessary to leave her name on a napkin on our table, I don't get it.

This is what I had to eat














followed by...



























I'm not going to lie, the coffee was awful.

My sisters boyfriend got her this crazy solar charger for when she is in France. It charges her ipod among other things. It's pretty neat, it had me mesmerized for quite some time.


















The looks of going overseas is getting much brighter. March seems to be the date, and I can't really describe how excited I am going to be.


















Tomorrow I am ordering this beautiful thing...














It's time to make lunch and tea.

Next up will be Saturday night antics (boo Danny, boo!) so expect pictures of drunken smirks.

I can't stop listening to Wilco - Summer Teeth.

I woz ere

mid-day, few beers in already. lame summer days when frustration kicks in and there's nothing to do.

i don't feel like writing really, so it's going to be a viewable entry for the most part.






















































I've been in a pretty laid-back mood lately, it's grand.

listen to joanna newsom.

Don't lead us into the dark

Morale is at an all time low.

I haven't stepped on a skateboard in two weeks. I can't afford another one. I'm stuck deeply cut in this rut; depressed.

I don't feel like typing anymore, sort of how I feel about everything, anymore.
























































































I will forever stand alone, of course. false sense of security, bond, and hope. It's just a cycle of rising and falling.

as of late, the only sense of wanting I've felt is to be outside of this country, away from all I know, with everything I want.

I'm praying for something of my own.