i wiped out, crunched on some teeth.

of course, portraits while we stoop it.

pretty accurate.

this is called flopping.

i can't post today, i lost all my photos when i chucked my phone in rage. i'm bummed.

dead.

i bet he doesn't drink sprite.

this class, oh this class. my expectations are low.

i've been preparing, my muscles are sore.

so much.

making art in advanced studio, day one.

dang.

"decriminalizing the deconstruction," said sam.

and summer semester begins, WAHOO.

i wasn't ready for that.

residue of an excellent night with good friends.

corn's back, magnetic forehead and all.

oh, peircy came back too, just like he said he wasn't gonna.

and another semester begins. first day back at ops, this is how we felt.

may i remind you that it's may eleventh?

they were too late.

third eye blind was gnarly, wish it was all still happening.

we shared our t ride back with dj nite train himself.

i sneezed the entire day. and fixed my hair.

i made muffins to make use of our antique storage !!!