i gave up bread for lent

so i took my communion host/jesus piece outside and fed it to a rat.
that rat transmogrified into jesus, and he told me he was proud of me for sticking to my guns, even in the face of excommunication from the house that he built. and i was proud of myself.
there's prolly a message in that story.

there's no good time to take a picture during church. but i had to. there was a little boy in front of us that had brought toys to church, and had lined them up perfectly. i snapped this pic during the time when everybody was shaking hands. cuz that part of church always feels like the micro-recess of church. it's blurry cuz my mom kinna got mad at me and hit my shoulder mid-shot, the way eyawn would try to block my shot but really foul me in the process, and then complain about the call. me and my mom's exchange below the pic.

mom: WTF?!? what are you doing?
me: FOUL! i'm taking a picture, look how funny the toys look.
mom: oh.. lol

here's wally, trying to measure the size of his face with one hand. frances doesn't care.
(really, i thought a long time about the caption for this pic.)

i'm trying to make a series of shots where i set my timer to 2 seconds and run away as fast as possible.i call this one "rip and run: sorry old man, it's all in the game"

can somebody read my tea leaves?

good news only, please.

man date with ian

first off, happy birthday to bev and to all january babies! sometimes it feels like our entire class has a birthday in january. i have more pictures from that night, but this post is not meant to embarrass you or anybody else, except dian. most readers will notice that i spend a fair amount of blogspace on one friend, mr. g, be it good or bad. i do have more friends, mom, i promise, i'm not gay, but more importantly, there's nothing wrong with being gay. anyways eyawn's just very.... bloggable. and it's fun.

here's deyawn, falling asleep on a 20 minute drive. who does that?

looking everywhere for farmville strategy guides.

mr. g carries this around wherever he goes. he's not a good tipper, but he'll stamp the receipt if you're cute. this better be your profile pic.

this is what ian uses to pick up on girls during his "cafe sessions". ask him how.

kickin in the cougar.

def NAG(not a ganster)

what's wrong with this picture?

if you're somebody like jae, you might say something geographically self-righteous like "if a burrito is served to you in foil, then it's not really a true mexican burrito"

well jae, hi by the way, i don't live in san diego. and i watch rick bayless on pbs, and he has never eaten a burrito on his show, so i can't even know for sure that there is such a thing as a true mexican burrito. also, i think i speak for everybody when i say that you should definitely have carne asada fries as a food option for your wedding, or at least a dessert option.

you might also say that cholula is a wussy hot sauce to which i would say, "leave me alone!"

but what i wanted to get at was that the salsa is on the side!!! yes, very urgent. the inside of the burrito is drier than jimmy fallon. put the spicy salsa inside the burrito, moistening the contents to a better degree of succulence.

oh, but you say, that spicy salsa is for those chips you have there, isn't it? no, you have it backwards. you have the spicy salsa inside the burrito, so that it's hot and moist (skip it), then, as your mouth is flaming from the burrito (skip it), you indulge yourself in the chips, as a way to take a break from your burrito and cool down your mouth.

yes, i thought of every single word for this post while i was eating a burrito today.

my parents might be hipsters

Clue #1: a bouquet of flowers in front a portrait of flowers is extremely ironic.

Clue #2: keith haring portrait. no further hipster explanation necessary.