Monday, March 23, 2009

To sum it all up:

This was most of my weekend in pictures.

There are more to come, specifically of Carl and Matt on Friday night.
All in all I had a decent weekend. Hanging out at James' house is always an adventure, especially with two of your best friends. Good inside jokes, epic video game battles, the works. Staying at Carl's on a Friday night is always a hellishly frightening experience [his house is haunted] only to wake up and attend an even more frightening day of a fashion show directed entirely by volunteer, middle-aged women. I would've rather taken my chances in the Sahara for a week. If it weren't for my Mother, then it would not have been at all. In any aspect. Due to lack of sleep I went home and crashed for about five hours, only to be roused by several missed calls and angry texts from Sydney, my mother, and Bobby. In summation, they said "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, MAN?!" I jumped up and headed over to Bob's for a night of dramatic fun.
Saturday night was excellent with the exception of the fact that my girlfriend decided to leave me. Her act of impulse was somewhat enlightening.
In spite of my undesirable "single" status Sunday was another amazing day with close friends. Bobby specifically, as well as Leah, Erin, and eventually Carl.

I'm pretty sure you've stopped reading by now, and if you haven't that's awesome because now you're privy to some juicy stuff.

Shannon and I are not apart because she wants to be, we're apart because of me. I think it is the best decision to stay broken-up. Reasons being, if she can't stand me being away 3 to 5 days out of the week presently, how are things going to be when I move to Tallahassee and will be gone for months at a time. Things won't be pretty, and if we don't make the right decision now it will be that much worse in the end. I do not believe she and I would make it and the road to breakup once I move away would be that much more stressful and difficult on both sides.

I'm trying diligently to make the mature decision and better both of us in the long run. The worst part is I don't dislike Shannon in the least bit. She is a great girlfriend for all intensive purposes, and if I were to stick around things would most likely be dandy. But I am not; therefore, things will be pretty much awful. 

Sometimes things are just a raw deal from the start. 

Thursday, March 19, 2009

I haven't written anything in a while...

ironically, the events of the past few weeks are the type that usually propel me to write. I guess I've simply let things brew. A friend of mine shot himself last week, at first I didn't take it too hard. It bothered me how Carl and I had been talking about how we had not seen him in months and that in his absence we missed his antics. We casually joked about "I wonder if he's dead, I sure hope not" etcetera, no less than a week later I notice Jeremy, his brother, posted a prayer for his brother as his facebook status. Through my six years of knowing Andrew and part of his family, specifically Jeremy on casual terms, I knew that this post was not made in leisure.

No less than three days later I find myself alongside Carl, Bobby, Matt, Jacob, Aaron and the rest of our middle-school group in Klichter Fueneral Home at Andrew's viewing. Unbeknownst to most of us, Andrew had been away and dealing with severe depression, drug issues to an extent, and an array of other issues. In public I usually try to appear pretty bullet-proof and I'm not one to cry, but the weight of the day seemed to have gotten the best of me. Specifically when I saw Jeremy and when Andrew's parents took the podium to speak in memory of their son. It upsets me to think about it now.

The image of that Saturday has really been bothering me ever since. My dreams have been odd, I dreamt of my maternal grandmother last night which hasn't happened in months. The summation of her dream was some kind of fictitious justification of her abrupt passing, supposedly she'd faked it to avoid financial hardship? Dreams aren't made to make sense I suppose.

Other things have been going on as well. Relationship difficulties due to differing agendas and my general indifference. A bad experience on St. Patrick's day with a close friend of mine, the kind that knocks down one's expectations of other people.

There are other things to write about, but none of the remaining negative is substantial enough to mention or I'd simply rather not.

On with the positive.
I've taken a lot of photos over the past two weeks, some better than others. I had the privilege of shooting Alli Lopez's wedding with professional glass, thanks to a very amiable photographer Britt. His work can be found a I also ventured up to St. Petersburg today with Logan, Katherine, and Taylor. It was pretty much awesome and served it's complete function, which was equally as great. The trip began with Taylor calling me about her bad two weeks saying she wanted to get out of town, I almost automatically agreed and Katherine and Logan were dragged in somewhere. We went to Tyrone Square, which in my opinion barely stands above DeSoto, if you're from Bradenton then you know exactly what I mean. On the way up I made a stop-motion, but I stopped shooting when I got tired of holding my camera, which was a bummer because the video actually turned out great.



These are a few of many, to post them all seems like it would be too much.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

American Youth Volume I

I started my mini-documentary series tonight. Kinda stoked.


Tell me what you think.
I also have photos to post.

Sunday, March 1, 2009


Was pretty damn good.

I braved that massive event after being awake for more than 32 hours.

Im procrastinating on a Sociology assignment.

I want these:

I got a longboard earlier this week and it's pretty sick. I'll get some pics up eventually.

Nothing all that in depth to write about. The photos do a lot of my talking for me.
I found a new cool DJ called "Pretty Lights"
He looks kinda douchey as a person, but makes good music.

I'm tired, but not really. It's weird, I feel like I'm stuck in limbo, purgatory or something. I'd like to sleep, but know I couldn't if I tried.

to be continued (Monday March 2nd 12:09:42 AM)