Stripes for Shelby

I dedicate this entry in loving memory of to my dear friend, Shelby.

ADD says, “Look at my kewl penny!”

That’s right. It’s from 1942.

I feel like a zebra with hipster tendencies.

Above, Striped KnitHoodie: Scifen. Striped Sweater:h&m. Non Striped Denim:Levis 501. Striped Socks: h&m.

Yeah, I know where my clothes are from too… shiiit. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. <3

Dessert & Cycles

Hey! It’s some Japanese’s guy’s face!

CHOMP

Hey! It’s some fruit it seems?

MUNCH

Shiny things.

Classy up top. Hipster underground.

That Silly Denimhead Kid

Prewashed, distressed jeans make you look like you’ve swallowed bleach and then farted.

-Jean Touitou

black? blue? skinny? straight? I can haz denimz?

Any other suggestions?

No one on the corner has swagger like us

Oh the contemplations of a teenage boy, of what was, of what could have been, of what is.

I write this fatigued with a little head ache just enough to piss one off.

I was told to go, forced to go, convinced to go. Expected the worst, but hoped for the best. It started off a little nauseous which made me a little annoyed. City loops. Crunchy bread, salty bread, yummy bread. At least I can say I’ve eaten with two forks now. The big one was for the pasta; the small one for the clams. Maybe a fork for the salty fat pork would’ve made it taste decent… The meal gave me a bit of hope, but $3.50 for a small cup of OJ? Scam artist! Got there a bit early. Talked to some Gordon’s, Joe’s, and various passers-by. One of the waiters said he would take me if he was a girl, but I was yet to be taken. Patiently waiting for my saving grace, but there was no savior to be found. I had to save myself. When it finally picked up, it came to an end.

Here come the questions. Was it worth it? Was it fun? Should I have gone with a date? This post was vague, because I honestly don’t really know. Ask me, I might tell yu something =X one per customer.

p.s. I never beat 5 guys at anything. Oh yeah, you’re great even though…

love you two lalala too <3 tu lalala to

patronize

I must confess that the only subject I’m truly an expert on is stuff that annoys me.

-bsnyc

No, I don’t care for your “superior” fashion sense. No, I don’t care if you don’t think my tie matches. No, I don’t care if you don’t like my pants. No, I don’t care if it isn’t a set. No, I don’t care if you think my shoes should match my pants. No, I don’t care if you’ve never heard of UCR. No, I don’t care if you go to orientation. No, I don’t care if you don’t know when it is. No, I don’t care that you don’t care for my major. No, I don’t care that you think I will change. No, I don’t care that you want a house. No, I don’t care that you want a car. No, I don’t care for your “care.” No, I don’t care if I don’t ever come back. And to be honest, I can’t say I care much for you right now. I don’t care at all, and I am going to wear whatever socks I want.

SPARTAAA

Annual Birthday Tally

real life-2 real ones

phone – 1 what a weirdo

txt-2 <3

AIM – 3

email-5 from forums & sam

facebook-18 oh the wonders of social networking

Lame Weekend

Check out my hawt prom date.

I want to go. Well, I think i want to go. Something is holding me back. Well, I think something is holding me back.

Then came my ONE CHANCE(since it seems I blew my first =T, though I thought it was awsome, aah but the past is passsed) to show off my expertise in developing a mature and coherent essay that would change my future!

Since my phone camera sucks…

I can haz cheezburger?

ORLY?

Since the passage was about the internet. I felt it was necessary.

THIS IS SPARTA

Fancy Crab Shack

Let’s start with an epic poem by an anonymous master poet.

Do you carrot all for me?

My heart beets for you,

With your turnip nose

And your radish face,

You are a peach.

If we cantaloupe,

Lettuce marry;

Weed make a swell pear.

I’m turning 18 soon, it only seemed necessary to go to a fancy crab shack.

salmon

crab crab crab! too fancy for that pre-cracked shit.

and finished with some…

lava cake

fried icecream

hrm. Not even 18, yet I miss being a kid already.

Not your average walk to the local bike shop

I get off the bus and start walking down as usual. I see this kid… dirrty fingers, with grease? or something to that effect. He turns around suspiciously to see if he was being watched. He saw me, but I guess he figured I was no threat. He starts to tag on a clean garage door. The effect of hands and dirt/grime looked pretty cool against the door I will admit, but what he was writing was some generic tag name that no one would/could read or recognize. I sigh under my breath and shake my head in shame as I continue to walk down to the shop. I notice some more graffiti around but this one was different… A stencil on each side walk square…

and then it hit me.

Gives me the GREAT/LAME idea to do a rick roll one.

And if you didn’t care for that…