Conditional Love

Still fulfilling the little-known-about promise I made. Here is your picture of the day:

This is good old Steven Liberto, looking hot and bothered at Cloe's Sweet Sixteen. Very hot, I'd say. No, he's really not emo. I told him to pose like this.

Professionally, I just have to point out that he has a wondrous skin tone. It looks so amazing on camera. I have some shots of him where it's like, mmmm, I want to lick your skin off.

Y'all should see him dance to "Steam Heat" for "The Pajama Game." Hottie!

Anyway, the quote is from Gym Class Heroes, who are way awesome. I'm naming my band for the history project after them, I think. They're going to be called Lower Class Heroes if they're peasants, but they might be the Catholic church or rulers. Not sure yet.

Anger

I'm fulfilling my promise, even though nobody read it. -pouts- I really should be doing my math homework and finding out what the hell 'i' means, but instead, I'm satisfying my "faithful" readers.

This bad boy I took when Corinne and I were playing on the upper field that one day. We never did that again. Mainly because we would have frozen our nipples off. Right, so this is a picture of a chee, or, for you illiterate (who are being read to), a tree.

The quote I wrote in "CAC Pinafore," if anybody's curious, and it's from the remarkable, wonderful, stupendous, most amazing band ever, Say Anything. I love them, so much. If anybody wants to make my life, take me to another one of their concerts. Or hook me up with Max Bemis. They are so FREAKING GOOD.

Nobody cared about that last paragraph; it just made me feel official, and I hope that by mentioning SAY ANYTHING and their lead singer, MAX BEMIS, a lot, they'll be Googling themselves and come across my blog, and say, "Hey, look at this girl, she deserves for us to grace her and most likely give her a stroke by, like, commenting on her blog and giving her free concert tickets and tee shirts and signed drumsticks and maybe a little sex."

Damn, I should register on Google.

You shut your mouth when you're talking to me.

So Colorado was radinacan. I caught some big air, fell a few times, flirted with ski instructors, got sunburn, ate good foods, watched Mexicans laugh at Kelly eating a jalapen(tilde)o pepper, swam in sulfur water, got stalked by Scuba Guy, was advised to take birth control by a woman on the chairlift with two small women, celebrated Mardi Gras, wrote all over the SkyMall catalog and left my e-mail on it on the plane and left it on a cute guy's seat while he was in the bathroom, etc. Your typical skiing vacation.

I ALSO became very bored while my dad and brother watched some dumb sports or something, I don't know. So I made these.

There are a bunch more "and a hole lot more!". Yes, that's redundant and very, very odd. But, you know, the bagel store with the "and a hole..."

-clears throat-

Anyway! I'll upload the other ones later. Or WAIT! I know! I'll upload them seperately! You'll get a new one everyday if I feel like it! If I don't, you'll get a new one at uneven intervals! Wait, I'm deleting the middle part of the post.

Okay, because this post turned out so weird and I think a lot of you (Alex says there are a lot of you) are confused.

Man, if I have such a following I ought to post more often. If you want me to post more often, leave a comment. Hell, if you read this, leave a comment. I want to know if Alex is a filthy lying bastard. If he is, and not a lot of comments appear, he's going to be beaten up by my high school-henchmen. So, for his sake, comment.

Aha!

Time warp, much?

My goodness, my last post was written at the same moment as Chinese foot-binding became popular.