second chance.

Good evening eyes,

It dawned on me at the latter of this weekend, that my friends and I (some left, some came) have been doing BASICALLY the SAME things for a bit over a year now. Everyweekend, 300 Ocean Ave., and the drill is known. I'm not really weeping about this, just more thinking. I wish we had ambition to just do something else. Maybe go somewhere for a weekend, or change up the scenery even. I'm just throwing this into rotation, because come the weekend, I'll be back at 300 fully equipped for an 'out' weekend.

Before I get into it...
MY sister, Ali, is probably my favorite person on this planet, and very similar to Walter from The Big Lebowski. Here's a sample of her generosity to society...






And the days went as following...

"WELCOME TO HELL" - (the real reason Americans are so fucking fat.)













While in HELL, we saw what was a fabulous hair piece...poor kid.













No matter how many attempts were made at getting this picture, that bastard dog had the eyes of yellow. looks funny though.













I have a thing about pavement and feet...

(Austin)













(Ali)













(Danny)













The feets were stood outside of Darrens work. Here's Darren, at work.













When we got back to 300, things started picking up. Up like Austins hair.

















Here's Danny, giddy about the NEWEST FASHION FOR THE FALL/WINTER SEASON!?!?!?

















mejores amigos!!!













amigo uno...down!













amigo dos...down!

















The next day, Saturday... wasn't the greatest. Rode twelve miles (yes, believe that) on an uncomfortable bike, then ate Chinese, and missed Dr. Octagon (sorry Ryan, sorry Casey :( we are bad people.)













Sunday got wasted from the get go. All our engines caught up to us (uh...) and it really was a lazy Sunday.

My friends sleep in the weirdest positions.


























This is the end.














I ended the night with messing around with settings.
























































Tomorrow, reality sets in.

If you get bored, this is what I've been looking at...

DOOMED!
fecal
Creep

Have good lives.

I've been thinking.

It's all started.

Monday, I wasn't even going to school...
Tuesday, I'm at school at 7 a.m. frantically figuring out schedules.

Yes, no slack-off semester for me, just a really casual one. I'm enrolled two days a week, three classes (THE MAN'S fault, not mine) and it's leaving a lot of downtown (not now, but in the near future.)

I've been running around since Monday, boo hoo.

Okay... Here's the actual update...

School started, signing up for a class in Daytona on Mondays (printmaking), trying to find a job, new sign-ups... Etc.

Anyways, I signed up for my very own Flickr account finally; and along with that I also got... A... New... BLOG

I've uploaded quite a few photos for the flickr, and the blog is just killing me. I tried setting up a direct flickr thing, and it's just not working out. (hint hint, GAVIN -CHECK YOUR EMAIL!)

ANYWAYS, I have some homework to do (and cheesecake to eat) so here's a fair warning... I got a new blog, but it seems like it's looking to be A-LITTLE-LONG-OF-A-WHILE until I get it up and running.















NightNight.

The week ends.

Ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. Money, school, this, that... fuck itttttt.

This is last weekend. Enjoy.

Groceries, crack-dog?, breakfast, garage, Sunday bike rides, pre-set-up-future- danny-blog-preview, veggie dinner, the life etc, the (permanent) eraser, the end.










































































































































































































































s t a y g o l d

intermission.

Strike Three.

blown a wish.

EDISH II.