The street don't tell no lies.  The graduation party was a delightful romp.  The street didn't put it in those words; it was more like, "hey I'm just a cliched metaphor used to characterize the concept of popular rumor."  And I'm like, woah.  Regardless, we're in consensus about the party being sweet-ass-sweet.  Well, barring Lindsay's trip to the ( Read more... )

This kinda gives new meaning to the whole "all rise" thing

...my sentiments exactly

Project Graduation (or Pay-G! as the cool kids say) was the bee's knees.  I know I've thrown that term around before, but I mean it this time.  Were it not for our lamentable defeat in water volleyball, perhaps the event could be considered one of the bee's more essential parts (say a spleen or duodinum), but as it stands, ( Read more... )

Dog Fashion Disco, Tub Ring, Bad Acid Trip
August 22nd New York, NY - The Knitting Factory

Sounds like a blast.

So I've been done with school since about two weeks ago. I got exempted from all my finals, and have really just been showing up for attendance purposes. Joining the Exempted Club does not improve one's social rep, so I keep it real by being fucking hardcore in every other institution of my existence. Ask anyone ( Read more... )

Nickelback to back

Today was pretty sweet. Sweeter than most days go ( Read more... )

Latest mini haul ( Read more... )

So I haven't updated in almost four weeks. Trust me when I say it wasn't me being lazy or just giving up; my dad ran over the cable wire with the lawnmower. He was then reluctant to have it fixed, instead opting for DSL, which took two weeks to be installed. It was terribly slow, so we trashed that idea and crawled back to Cablevision. Now ( Read more... )

The AP exam wasn't hard. I don't remember the multiple choice section and I don't think I had too much trouble with the essays. I do recall her poem rekindling my distaste for Emily Dickinson, especially when compared to Robert Frost ( Read more... )