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uhhh last Monday or Tuesday or some shit, I ended up in Denny's.
With Vadim and Maryann. Who got braces a wee while beforehand. Nothing interesting happened. Oh wait, something probably did. Point is, the next day, we went to Glencoe beach.
Sean John drove.
and it was nice out
10 second exposure. It wasn't sunset.
And then we went back to killion's and watched the street fighter movie. What a brilliant piece of cinema. Every character looked exactly as they were in the game. Translated perfectly from 24 bits of goodness. What was the number on the Sega console? Whatever. Point is, fucking awesome. so, anyway.
went to the skatepark
with brian, sean, maryann, amanda, and henry and maybe someone else.
went back to the beach. Myspace followed. as in people keep me around to take myspace photos of them. just kidding i love you.
man of course the picture of me has to suck.
Brian is clearly a robot capable of standing still in freezing cold water.
so then, we all made plans concerning a gallon of captain morgans and glencoe beach for the third night in a row. But it took about two hours for everybody to meet up, and our hookup fell through and etc. Another hookup was found and we went to a park.
but not before we sat in the ihop parking lot for an ungodly amount of time.
and thus began the debauchery.
alot more happened. In fact, most of us ended up pantsless. But my camera decided it didn't care for that, and all of those pictures are blurry beyond recognition. Regardless, I doubt a majority of my audience wants to see a bunch of pantsless kids. Wait. You probably do. So then
I saw mike who i haven't seen in months. Slept on the small couch, woke up for a few hours and then fell asleep again and missed 45 minutes of our desperately needed band practice. Little did we know that said practice would be in vain because fucking nick something skipped town and all of the previously booked shows were canceled. So, punk rock happened. And vast networking occured. And the party was relocated to Brian's basement .
there was much waiting for people to show up though. Short notice. And getting to Lincolnshire always takes longer than it should.
and then there was pete-za.
Probably the greatest thing i've ever seen or heard in my life. You all missed out and should forever hate yourselves for it. and then, give me the antidote .
and then we played.
I have a problem with moving around on stage that I should probably fix soon.
some party followed, but we were kicked out pretty quick by a beligerent mother. Holy crap, imagine 20 some kids just bolting out a door and scattering across a lawn. Pure gold, I tell you.
omega followed, where more members were inducted into the idiot club. The next morning Maryann and I headed off to the illustrious Muskegon.
longest car ride everrrrrrrr.
Gary, Indiana. Smells like ass all the time. So we finally get to Muskegon.
There were a ton of kids there who were kinda unfriendly and/or untalkative.
we sang hey, you, motherfuckers a whole shitload of times.
"Taylor, take candid shots!"
"ok."
bianca has sparks, of course.
turtle.
so I get superbly inebriated, really sunburnt, and retardedly sleepy within 5 hours. And I fall asleep outside. And this crawls IN MY SHIRT. It was the size of my thumb, ok. Fuck Junebugs. But I was really calm for aforementioned reasons. Until I got back inside and realised how big that fucker was. And inside my shirt. What the hell.
leave it up to MA to meet the only other 19 year old in the world with braces. Long story short, there was smitteness to be had all around for them. Clearly, it's destiny.
"Hey, take a picture of us!"
Why.
maryann enjoyed the duct tape. Reel number 1392378 in the stupid things I say: "Hey, let's build a sand castle out of duct tape!" What. Sleep followed.
atlaaaaaas
oh, muskegon.
it took forever to get home. But we did. And my arms, nose, cheeks, shoulders, and knees are radiating this killer warmth from being sun buuurned. Lame, I say. SO WHO WANTS TO GO SEE JOURNEY IN MUSKEGON IN A MONTH? SERIOUSLY, I'M DRIVING. Also. Why did minute maid change their fruit punch? The can got uglier, and it's more bitter. I'm extremely dissapointed. I have a job interview tomorrow. I don't want a jorb. Shit. ok bye.