Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Turbo

My mother took this picture one morning this summer. That's Turbo chillen on my head. Turbo is awesome. He likes cucumbers and is unarguably the ultimate "chillaxer." (A fifty-fifty combination of "chillin" and "relaxin.") It sounds easy but getting it just right is tricky. Things to consider: remembering to bring your phone with you when you sit down in front of the television on a Sunday. This is key in making sure you do not have to get up to get it and will allows you to text friends and call for food to be brought to you. Everyday I think 'what would Turbo do' and then I take an advil and begrudgingly go through my days "responsibilities," only looking forward to being horizontal again with something mind-numbing moving in front of my eyes.

I thought posing with a tortoise on your head was something I had pioneered until I came across this picture of Courtney Love today. As if I needed another reason to love her.


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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Uhhhhh






three 6 mafia won an oscar 
before martin scorsese did

I somehow landed in a video production class and now I have to make my own three to five minute film. Not only do I have to make it but also show it to a bunch of people for "productive criticism." Otherwise known as "public humiliation." Awesome, here we go. I thought about dropping it but it's senior year and I can't really put things off until next year anymore. Now I understand why the Oscars are eight hours long and dammit every single one of those people deserve to be recognized. I have to write the damn script, figure out where to shoot it, what they're wearing, what angle, what tunes, what what what fuck. In other news: I think I got a good idea and if I pull it off I'll post the finished product on here. All I have so far is the opening scene which only has one piece of dialogue in it: "i think it's time you met my friends."



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SuckitbySina

Monday, August 30, 2010

Burpiez


whoever finishes their beer first doesn't have to throw down on the tip

sunday morning, let's have fun. gus is the world's best dog, too bad he is also a certified killing machine. don't bring your puppy over for a play date. girls do you think the waiter at gordon biersch has called matt yet?



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SuckitbySina

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Aug25



it's not really about you, because today it's about me. and you bet your ass those things are mutually exclusive.


If these women have taught me anything it's to always ask for things, especially when it's your birthday. People are ok with giving you things, they just don't know it yet. Not that ya'll needed much convincing to go to bars, but thanks to all of you that came out for my big day. I feel really loved. 



Shirtless after party in my honor!



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SuckitbySina

Saturday, August 21, 2010

it-boy

I don't believe in taking a picture of someone to your hair dresser and asking for the same haircut. It's the same as taking a picture of a celebrity to the plastic surgeon. You're never going to have Angelina's lips but fuck it, whatever gets you off.

vman mag

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SuckitbySina

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

143


'Cause all i want is you!



(cut to 2010 where the radios blaring "i wanna be a billionaire so freakin bad!")


time to start hustlin

I saw somewhere Olivier Zahm talk about how the difference now from 20 years ago is that the alternative or underground has been brought to surface. (This sounded much more dangerous and well put in his french accent.) With blogs, social networks, twitter, gossip pages, and mobile uploads constantly working day and night to create strategically idealized online versions of ourselves, our friends, and people we'll likely never meet, we can acknowledge that we are part of this system. A system where the best in this underground have understood and enacted that in order to be heard they have to enter the machine and then roofie it into thinking it's giving it something completely normal.  These acts of self-exposure (whether self inflicted or unintentional), are in part just masturbation of our egos. We share our nights, our likes, our friends, and enemies. What we're listening to and what we (think we) stylishly wore last Wednesday. But where does it stop, what won't you write about? It's different for each person, then I think that's its not at all. It's what you feel vulnerable about that as the producer of your image you keep in the dark.

I can tell about how many people read this page and I although I'm pretty open about what I do with my days and nights, there are some things I think I'll always keep to myself. Yet according to my own rules, I suppose I'll only withhold them until I'm no longer conscious of the way they make me feel.



olivier and his daughter ava

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Snake&Jake's

We all acted like such bitches during the day, due to hangovers and heat-exhaustion that everyone got a different girl name for the week. Mine was Celine, Sean was Terrisina (at his own choice), Matt was Michelle, and Elise became Alice. Mainly because Sean entered her in his phone as Alice thinking that was how you spell Elise.

In other news, the fucking guy at Costco refused to put two of the rolls onto a disk so now I'm stuck with a bunch of negatives. I have to go somewhere else now cause mr photo-man doesn't approve of what I wanna take a picture of. Whatever, there are a bunch more pictures on the way.




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SuckitbySina

Saturday, July 31, 2010

MamaTried

Straight girls love to announce that they look like SUCH lesbians when they happen to have baggy clothes on, when in reality they just look like straight girls with baggy clothes on. 


I made it back from the south in one piece I guess, with some pretty good stories. I'll write some up when I feel like it. I got some film developed and the picture below was the last one on the roll. What a douchbag right? If the person who snapped it would come forward I'd really like some answers about this particular night. Jesus christ.


Basically...

                    


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SuckitbySina

Monday, July 19, 2010

GnarlyBallz

❝Shawty imma only tell you this once, you the illest
And for your lovin imma die hard like Bruce Willis
You got spark, you got spunk
You, you got something all the girls want
You're like a candy store
And Im a toddlor
You got me wantin more and ma ma more of
Your love, your love❞

happy birthday elise
brush your teeth before i get there:
los angeles to denver to new orleans



See ya in two weeks, ill need the second for isolated recovery


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SuckitbySina



Sunday, July 18, 2010

Listen

Here's a list of word combinations or I guess they're called phrases I've heard this week. Whether it be a conversation I was a part of or one I had no business hearing. Other than "that's so 1923!" none of the rest came out of my mouth.

-Legal piss and jargon
-Farts for thoughts
-That's a lousy ass victory
-Who said that? Who said that?
-Open wide bitch
-I hope she gets diarrhea during mass
-Sarah Michelle Gellar
-That's so 1923!
-Your practicing borrowed generosity again
-Please slow the fuck down
-Parenting doesn't end when the kid turns 18
-Menopausal technology
-I'm really sorry
-I only have one Skype buddy
-Then she suggested a jenga tournament

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SuckitbySina


Friday, July 16, 2010

SunzOut

Sweating in Stars

I feel like air conditioning has become a luxury reserved for the upper-class. Time to take another cold shower, that makes three today.




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SuckitbySina

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Blackberry Vizion

Rose- I don't know what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.

Cal Hockley- You can be blase about somethings Rose, but not about the Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious.

BlackberryPics



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SuckitbySina

Monday, July 12, 2010

BBQ4YOU

"i wanna watch the too short video"
"it's not time for too short"
"WHERE'S DEVO? FIND DEVO!"

8 pounds of hamburger meat and 7 bottles of e&j,
chantal's birthday bbq was pretty amazeballz

(until i get my film developed 
here are some pictures kumasi took)




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SuckitbySina

Monday, July 5, 2010

summerizdabest


dont start your sentence with "to be honest..."
just fucking say it and i'll decide if you're being honest

oh and god bless america
i guess


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SuckitbySina

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Supreme

it's sold out and i want it. i should have made moves a lot faster. crapballz, please find it for me and make my day. my birthdays coming and although i choose not to believe or partake in this myth called "aging" i still deserve to have it. can i get a what what?


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SuckitbySina

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Wannagetaway?

a haiku for you:

would you like peanuts?
please prepare for landing sir
it's been too long love


July 19th I'm getting on a plane and going back to the dirty dirty south for a full week of friendship rejuvenation and more importantly, boozing. I haven't seen Elise since mid-May and you know that's too long for me to be apart from this gurl. If you've never been to New Orleans I suggest you stop fucking up and get over there immedzballz. Where else can you go get drive-thru daiquiris? They literally put a piece of tape over the straw to "discourage" drinking them before you get home. Where else are the roads so fucked up that certain streets feel like a 2.0 roller coaster if you gain enough speed? Where else can you go The Palms on Wednesday nights and play rock-paper-scissors with the bartender to see if your drinks are free? I'm not kidding, there's no cover charge and you can order whatever you want, including bottles, as many times as you want and if you win you turn around and walk away. Best thing invented, well since "Flip For It Fridays." Yup, you play heads or tails to see if your drinks are free. My kind of town. And don't even get me started on the food. This is the place that birthed (the past tense form 'to give birth', just go with it) the genius behind Popeye's, specifically the loaded chicken wrap that only costs $1.79 but always hits the spot. Is this all making sense? Do you feel me? Why do I keep asking questions? Fuck, did it again.




Basically it's like this Birdman/Lil Wayne video which talks about the Uptown district of New Orleans. Incidentally the same neighborhood (well borderline) she lives in.


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SuckitbySina

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

waddupjuly!

i should probably stop:
-taking trips when i'm broke
-drinking and driving
-turning into my mother
-spending so much time google-imaging animals
-makin love with one foot out the door
-listening to 102.7 kiis fm




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SuckitbySina