Bonding with my Roommate
DISCLAIMER: (Or something like one...) These pics suck cause... yes, my camera is still broken...
Here's a bad pic of downtown LA, from when I went to the worst concert in the world.
My roommate and I have made a new, almost-nightly ritual. Skateboarding. I've been teaching her how to skateboard, and it's so much damn fun that we sometimes spend way too much time on campus, late at night, cruising around.
This is Pat Benatar, my old-skool skateboard. That's right, I named him after an 80's icon... and it's appropriate, considering that he was born in 1986. I love him. Almost as much as I love Setsuna. Almost.
Me being... well... me.
My roomy's "ninja-pose."
Me being gangster.
(That's right. Neon-pink grip-tape...)
The back of my head.
Jen being gangster.
Poser.
Jen after she bailed.
Recovery.
Trying to teach her how to lift the front of her board up...
Is it sad that we do this every night?