oh my dear weekend part 3.

ACURA BIKE TOUR '09
you were there or you were square.

oh my dear weekend

Now that I am a college graduate, I am taking it upon myself to go out and be as unstoppable as possible.
To begin with, Luigi's parents went out of town so we had the whole house to ourselves ; ]
and of course we did what any other 22 and 21 year old would do when they're parents go out of town...throw a party, drink and smoke way too much, have cupcake fights...you know, the usjhxxx.







Honestly, I'm either ridiculously charming and entertaining or they were all waiting for me to do something stupid.
I'll go with the former.





Now, on any regular day I find my boyfriend to be delicious, but when he is covered in chocolate frosting, yumMmy. On a slightly different topic. You can clearly note the look of regret on Luigi's face after taking that swig of Jack, how gratifying.

Sherlock Holmes

oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh




I cannot wait! I cannot wait! My favorite man in the entire world [besides my daddy and my love] is coming to life. I want so badly not to be disappointed.
I like RDJR, Jude Law...eh, the girl from the notebook...eh. But its SHERLOCK HOLMES! I can't not be excited

Mr. B

I saw Gary Busey in Santa Monica yesterday afternoon, my brother says he sees him in Venice all the time.
He was sitting on a ledge talking to some junkie. It was so weird seeing him not on my tv screen and I started thinking about how jaded the media makes us to celebrities.
And I felt bad for him, and I thought that in reality he is just another one of these weirdos that walks around the boardwalk and how someone has made a lot of money off of him for our entertainment.
This post is dedicated to Gary Busey, I see you for who you are homie. Some fucked up weirdo who chills by the boardwalk and jumps at any chance he gets of being on television. Gary Busey the opportunist.

fur fur in my cap

lyrics are a bit wickity wack, but his delivery and the art directions is sickwidit.

Claw Money

A new shopping concept.

mine mine mine

In my near future:

.syracuse.


.seattle.


.redwoods.


.LA bike tour.


.san pancho.

old school-new school

Today was my last final, and I am now an Art Historian.
It is bitter sweet, because I am so glad to be done but I will miss school.
Now I must focus on test taking/applying for grad school.
New York City, I'm coming for you baby!



My plans are to write and publish articles on the social responses, primarily contemporary artistic responses, and maybe along the way become friends with people like this meet some nice people.


or not.

blahynd

www.thephotographicdictionary.org

Percussion Gun

I love this video. Almost as much as I love the way his veins pop out of his neck.
The art direction is ridiculous, it makes me think of memories, not any specific one but
if someone asked me to paint a picture of what a memory looks like, it would be a frame from this video.

HANDLE

This handlebar basket, designed by Goodmorning Technology, is essentiallllllllll for my lifestyle. Commuting back and forth to school puts a load on a girls back (if you know what i'm sayin) so this handy dandy handlebar basket is purrfect because it is super durable and cannot get stolen [unless they unscrew the whole handlebar, or steal the bike, so i guess it can be stolen a little bit]. Id put my bag in it, some books, maybe my food, and possibly a little puppy that i find i want to steal on that day. Anyway, I really want this. I really want this bad.