Jessica is the BOMB

YES. She is the bomb. And my bestfriend. yuup. I LOVE her so much. *rawr* You are now attracted to her.

Pick YOUR FAVORITEE!!!

which is the best???
i need to turn this in tomorrow, figured i would let the world which one to send in :)

Italians in the skyline.

Life :)

Oh summer how i miss thee...



Came upon this at my old bus stop. Some lady was gave me a weird look... I guess it isn't socially acceptable to be a teenager and loiter around children bus stops.




This guy came up to me at the bus stop!! he was a kind ol' fella, wish i knew who his owner was, i would ask for a ride sometime.



People make me happy.

Be nice, no matter what.

Say something nice :)


i wanna do something like this someday :)

anybody in?


p.s. watch a few of the other videos by ImprovEverywhere. Some are quite incredible.

Kyle Andrews and Andrew Allen.

Two of my top two fav songs right here. Enjoi. Lame post i know, cry for now, but there is some better ones coming soon :)


I'm going to do this someday


Yellow men.


and just for the sake of it here is another of my favorites :)

Singing elephants are really sick.

p.s. whoever can guess what this picture is of i will do a handstand and drink a glass of water for. If some how you don't live near me (chances are you do) i will video tape it and send it to you :)

Campouts.

So, I have a knack for doing the most embarrassing thing possible that is unique to the situation, which brings me to today's post.

Story time.

A few years back I climbed the South Sister in Bend Oregon. It was supposed to be a nice happy stroll to the top and back, at least it was described that way to us. However, we had to follow certain signs and had to stick with the group. Unfortunately on the way up we lost a boy. But that is besides the point.

We summited the South Sister victoriously by mid afternoon. I was the last one there, so I was already a bit self conscience about being viewed as a wimp. Once summited I noticed that my upper inner thighs were moister than usual. I blew it off and thought it was just sweat. As we snaked our way down the beautiful slopes of the South Sister I felt my thighs again, but this time much much worse.

I called “Pee Stop!!” and found a bush to go nestle in. I dropped my garments and found my upper thighs rubbed raw and trickling blood. I was dubbed from that day on as “Period boy”.