August 2009
12 posts
My friends love me.
RJ: Blah Blah Blah [I wasn't listening to him, so I didn't remember what he was saying]
Me: You're kinda foaming at the mouth...
Kathy: Way to make it awkward for him now.
Charles: Yeah, bitch.
Next Steps.
Got my diploma. Got my passport to education. Got a job. Got my u-pass. Got my student card. Got my books. Signed up for orientation. Getting my supplies. Getting so elated from this overwhelming sense of independence and maturity. Seriously, I’m so excited for this new aspect of my life.
I’m actually looking forward to September.
:)
Tom: She took a giant shit... on my face. Literally.
Alison: Literally?
Tom: No, not literally. That's disgusting. Jesus! What's wrong with you?!
How to make a ghetto bicycle pedal:
Find an over-sized bolt (to use as a swivel)
Cut out 2 pieces of cardboard with notches on both ends
Place each piece of cardboard on either side of the swivel
Wrap in electrical tape
Take out the pedal then reinforce edges (without closing them off completely) with electrical tape
Place pedal back on the crank
Find a proper-sized bolt to attach to the end to act as a stopper for the pedal
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Bike Jargon.
Me: Should I pump my tires? Mark, do my tires look flat?
Mark: Uhh... I don't know.
Me: What do you mean you 'don't know'?
Mark: Well, do they feel flat?
Me: What? How do you 'feel flat'?
Lizette: Just touch your chest.
Vans Warped Tour 2009
Watched/Enjoyed/Danced/Head-Bopped to:
Shad
Westbound Train
You Me At Six
Meg & Dia
Rev. Peyton’s Big Damn Band
Alexisonfire
(some of) Forever the Sickest Kids
(some of) 3OH!3
Hungout with them potheads, misfits and LGs. Dug the scene. Dug the music. Will do this again. I think George Pettit took a little bit of my heart with him and I will never eat wiggle fries ever again. I...
