With the wizardry of HTML, I've put all my photos into thumbnail form below, even the crappy ones. First, a few words of warning:

1. They may load slow because I'm too lazy to resize and rehost each photo in a smaller version. You want it so bad, you do it.
2. I kept trying to get pictures of people on the dance floor, and that little flamer dude kept getting in the shot. That's why there are a lot of him dancing right in front of Drandy.
3. I also kept trying to get a pic of Justin and Bri dancing, but my camera chose to be a douche at that moment and by the time the pic was took, they were just plain making out. I'm really not THAT huge a perv.
4. The last 8 or so of these I don't remember taking. Means it was a good night.
5. There is no actual Justin testicle, just simulated jellyfish Justin testicle beer penis.

posted by MAtt D. at 6:20 PM

 
So, when I rolled into town this morning at about 10:30, it appeared I was locked out of my house. So while I waited for my dad to call me or anyone for that matter (side note: does everyone use their cellphones as paperweights or what? I know it's unrealistic of me to expect people to answer it every time it rings, but after 5 different people, you get a little frustrated) I instinctively went to State St. to wait. I don't know why, but I've been away from Redlands for so long, that it was almost as though I had to tap back into my Redlands-ness.

I walked up and down State St., I browsed ComicQuest, I looked at the restaurants, I even went down to the mall. Therein lies the truly depressing bit of Redlandsness. Closed stores, really awful white trash "Chopper Gear" store, a scene kid store... Hot Dog on a Stick is still there, like some gaudy sentinel of bad health. You know, there are a lot of closed shops on State St. too. I don't really have a point to this, it was more a sentimental trip down memory lane that evoked no sentiment other than, "Damn, this is depressing."

I other news,I tripped while trail running yesterday, skinned my knee real bad. Remember how when you were a little kid and you'd get a scrape and your parents would blow on it to make it feel better? What a God-awful sadistic thing that is. I tried blowing on it right after I went down (dirty...) and it just lit up with the pain of a thousand needles. Honestly, who scrapes their knee after the age of five? What the hell?

posted by MAtt D. at 4:00 PM

 
Question!

I kinda have a story idea, but I would like a little help. Simply answer this question - how would you answer if offered immortality, and why?
posted by MAtt D. at 7:44 PM

 
funny thought. I had one of those rubber bracelets that you wear to support a cause, in this case, eating disorder awareness. Well, as I was taking it off today, it broke. The rubber was too thin.
posted by MAtt D. at 5:39 PM

 

But it's so huge! 3 liters of beer... mmmmgargle.
Afterthought... from looking at my face, you can totally tell I've been sampling my new prized possession.

posted by MAtt D. at 4:41 PM