Hello friendly people of my life. As anyone knows who is reading my myspace, I live in New York now, and I know, screw me, why the HELL did I have to go so FREAKING far away, right!? Well there's about 99 reasons and god knows what ain't one. I'm very bad at letting the past go so I will still be staying very close to all you freaks back home. So if you ever call me, I am so down to talk. You would all LOVE my schedule, it's SO awesome. I never have class, it's ridiculous. I'm gonna be liek nine feet tall when I come back home to visit, so don't be startled. But really, I probably won't make any friends here, so call me all you want, as long as my mother doesn't yell it for using all out minutes. Oh Amy! Well, I miss everyone, and do well in school so you can come here you bunnyheads. Oh and reggie says hi. Riverbody is sweet. Love you all.
This is me and my lovely, stumbly, knockly-kneed girlfriend back home. I luh her.
This is me and Jillene. By popular demand.
18th Birthday Party!!!! Ninjas and Robots!
One birthday cake!
thisisprepartyme
godimswanky
We are ninjaish.
Wow can we party..
Catalina getting robot pwned.
We are so awesome.
Who is in boxes?
Dancing to Backstreet Boys.
Whoooo.
I'm so happy!
Pose.
Two cakes!
We rawk.
That's life.
New York People.........who'da thunk.
I went to a really swanky party and took some pictures! This is swanky New York me!
This is pre-party me!
This is me and my roommate Gremlik (Ariel)!
God I'm swanky!
Sorry Lex I didn't set this picture up, but I did look like I work on wall street.
I'm lounging like such a badass!
Here is a picture from Rosh Hashanah dinner with Dena, Sean, Catalina, and I in that order.
This is me in my dorm looking all poetic.
Here are some pictures I took around New York! More shall come in due time.
This is Washington Square!! Whoooo!
This is my dorm, Third North. Biggest freshman dorm in the country. Pretty crazy!
This is New York for you...
This is Union Square Park.
It's not really Broadway. It's Broadway Alley..
Yeah, for you, you big baby.
This picture has odd perspective.
Vendors EVERYWHERE!
Yucky yucky poo!
Does anyone want to plug uglies?
I know night time pictures are always sweeter, so I'll have some soon.
Here I put up some pictures of my dorm, or maybe even me in my dorm, so those of you not in my dorm can see my dorm and/or what it is like to be in my dorm.
This is totally my room. New and improved with a new poster!
This is also totally my room. The wall of my posters.
This is the cute setup of my stuff, in my totally room.
This is what it's like to be IN my room...
This is my cute bathroom. It's really big. It has a nice poster also, because I ran out of wall space.
ME AND BRYCE AT SNAKES ON A PLANE!!!
Last Hat and Tractor practice ever :-(
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This is the new Hat and Tractor music video for the Berenstain Shuffle!
This is an amazing Jack Handey quote!
I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when Dad approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first--" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer dog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with the drugs, I like to tell him this story. -Jack Handey
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