Ya can't go home, but ya can't stay here

The Chug's blessing. Too bad the Chug is a curse in itself.

BUSTED. I praised Crom while others moped.

American Idol!

America's Got Talent! Hey Ya!

Busted foosball table means air hockey. Megan... check.

Dan-boy put up a good fight, but couldn't step.

Yart! 3 for 3.

Beer, pre-Binkley match.

Pat stepped up and came out ahead. 3 for 4.

Beer, post-Binkley.

Anna? Effectively handled.

Woe is Anna. Apparently.

God. Victory shot, I think. This signals portrait time.

Megan is the only person I know that will purposely take a really awful picture of themselves.

Hay, Ray.

No one plays pool at the Chug.

People got siked on this but it was a false alarm. I, again, praised Crom.

Chug's "facilities". Pat just discovered that you can flush this thing. As I was taking this, some dude walked in and I told him I was taking a picture of my dick. He looked weirded out.

The last thing I remember. Aside from cutting the fuck out of my finger on Evan's razor. God dammit.
Later.

Prayer Breakfast tonight.

Do you guys have Lickey, Lickey?

I've not been posting on weekdays since school started. This is obviously because I'm not carrying my camera around on campus. This is also because not much interesting stuff happens throughout the day. Unless you count my American government class. But taking pictures of "non-traditional" and "politically-minded" students making really inane statements regarding politics, or in the case of non-traditional students, the politics of yesteryear, is not necessarily interesting subject matter.

Anyway, yesterday I was supposed to have a 2-liter bottle for my Biology lab. Guess what we made? Oh shit, a terrarium? Good guess. It was 9:00 a.m., my class was at 10, and I neglected to buy a 2-liter the night before. This means I had to run to the VP, buy a bottle of grape Crush for $1.08, come back to work at 9:20 and think to myself, "I wonder how much of that I can finish before class".

I drank about half, or .54 cents worth. Not bad in 20 minutes, especially for warm grape soda. Let's make a challenge out of it. The stipulations are 1) it must be warm grape Crush 2) it must be drank out of a cup and 3) you have 20 minutes. Let's see you avoid getting sick, sucka.

I'm bored and at work for the next two and a half hours, so I'll post a couple things I've been psyched on lately:

Web-cam-stop-motion-thing. It's like people watching. There's thousands and thousands of fucking lame people for you to go through and look at the stupid shit they do. There's also tons of tits, dicks, and pussies. You just have to dig deep enough. I also like to play "this looks like someone we know" with Anna.



Punk rock videos suck so hard. Why is that?





Thank god they don't suck live.



And speaking of The Lawrence Arms, I really like Brendan Kelly's blog. It makes me lolz on a pretty consistent basis. There's other things I like now. One of those things is not school.

Who are we, but savages hooked on accessories

This may be my worst post ever. I blew it and forgot my camera before going to Erik's party. Whatevs. Harvey DJ'd, people got wrecked and danced. Cool.

Hey, babe. What up?

E, N!

America's Best Dance Crew.

Taking pictures of taking pictures.

EMO. LULZ.

Nice whip, my man.

I kept the light on, so I could see you when the rain came

This is Forster sucking ass at Resident Evil 4. He played this boss for something close to an hour. I've been spending a lot of time lately watching him play this game.

This is the way to start your night out right. This shit has been making it into the news lately because the CSPI is trying to get it banned. I guess it's really appealing to 14 year olds.

Where tha party at?

I don't know whose this was but sorry, dude.

Compliments of Zach.

Dude, when's Burning Man?

We headed over to a party on Riverside. DJ Harv was there. I don't know whose house it was.

Z, macking on hoes.

What up, Binkley? Dude, let's watch your Rise part.

Bechtel, lookin' sassy.

Jesus, gayfag. Nice picture of the rain.

I don't wanna hear it, I know you're full of shit

Kegger at Jake and Evan's. I'm pretty sure it was Keystone but then again, it was a keg.

Megan bothered me about taking a picture of her, so I positioned her in front of sailor boy to make up for missing a photo on Friday.

There's talk of having this thing resurfaced soon. This had better mean cookout, beer, and skatejam.

I told Pat to put down a blunt fingerflip. He got the blunt fakie, but couldn't reel in the fingerflip. Chase's brother, Tyler, got launched into the wall a few times and wound up on flat a few more. I came out of a front and back D, a few too many beers deep, relatively unscathed. Tight.

Speaking of Chase and Tyler, here's a bad photograph where you can't see how exactly alike they look. When I walked into the party, I thought Tyler was Chase. Then babbled about it all night. Sorry, dudes.

Zack showed up after going to a Reds/Cubs game with Julian. He was also drinking. I'd heard that he does now before, but I'm pretty sure it was Muncie's first time seeing Zackdrinking.

Man, the night was a Zac(k)h attack. Here's Zach number 2. Although it could also be Evan because there's beer all over his shirt.

I don't know where Megan found this, but I hope it was consented by the snake's owner. It wouldn't surprise me if it weren't.

I think I was supposed to caption this with EMO SUPERSTARS. Kyle and I regaled Zach #3 all night about Kinsella shit. Sorry, bro.

Chillin' with the wizzzzzzz. Or whiz because this was above the toilet.

Feelin' funny in my mind, Lord, I believe I'm fixin' to die

Kyle started the night off right by eating a whole Heorot pizza, drinking a Sparks, then taking a shot of 12 Year Jameson. Then ruping. A lot.

Swimming in a sea of red. Wait, tailgating? Seriously? At least I can say I did it. I know we played Navy and that's only because they were walking around in uniform.

This was the only Pabst in the joint. I can guarantee that.

Janis Joplin was reincarnated into a big lady who sings covers of Tom Petty songs at Ball State tailgate parties. Sweet.

Who let these hipster shits in? Nice boots, grr.

Chase said something about this dood appealing to "cool" kids by being weird and quirky like a Wes Anderson film. If you go to that website, the guy talks to you.

Dang, dog. Arbor Mist? Someone was rollin' classy.

AUSTIN 3:16, 2008.

This is Forster doing "whip-its". You release nitrous oxide into the balloon and then inhale it. It makes you sound like James Earl Jones. It also makes you look like a high schooler.

Kyle, post whip it.

Justin in his PRIME.

I forgot how good this stuff is. Too bad drinking Hamm's means that Mo'z iz clozed and we're at the Chug until further notice.