...cheers

So, first and foremost I got A's on both of my classes. That is right. A freaking 4.0. Yes, eat that college board. I took psyche of persuasion, a 300 level class and got an a (if i didnt already mention) on both the class and on the paper/final. i also got an a on my independent study, where i read a book called why zebras dont get ulcers, and explained why you can be so streesed it effects your height.

mom, yes wednesday dinner sounds great. ive got phenominal suprises for ya!

anyway, enough of that. i logged onto the computers of Christ Church College for the last time today. I'm about to get done blogging and print off my boarding passes. pray everything goes smoothy, i've got a small box that im gonna need to check. and my carry on is about the same size as it was when i came over. so hopefully everything is all gravy with that.

ive got the most prized possessions from england in my carry on, so we'll hope they dont make me check it...and if they do...they better be damn careful. shoot.

anyway, so story be...i'm jamming out to counting crows 'long december'...it came up on my shuffle and its so perfect for today and right now....

i went to chambers coffee for the last time, said goodbye to denise, and grabbed a coffee mug that held some of the best americano's ive ever had in my lifetime. they were so freaking smooth, gonna miss that. said goodbye to the street performer who plays live's lightning crashes and seven mary three's lucky. gorgeous.

enough for sappy goodbyes to all those ive met in england. that will come later on tonight, probably in a drunken man russ, you are such a tool, goodbye. its gonna be weird going back after having such a crazy experience.

i keep surveying about what everyone's favorite part of the trip was, and many of said that it was stonehenge or cant.terbury's cathdral. some have said its the people we've met, from curly, tim, dudly, russ and the football players...to pete, nate, kate, sarah, matt, james, and everyone that the penny theatre has become. or to will, lee and all the locals we found randomly, even justin timerlike. haha, wow thats gonna be a great story to tell.

...i think its all about having new experiences, literally everyday.

thats my favorite part, trying new beer, going to beer fest (wurstfest english style), going to rome [;)], to going to paris, to meeting freaking everyone. to paying way too much for things that people here think are cheap (damn exchange rate). I think thats my favorite part. touching stonehenge, walking in a cathdral, getting lost (alot), meeting freaking people. its crazy. dealing with these damn computers and sleeping in a room with no a.c. thats the weirdest part of it all, just dealing with crazy shite, but coming out on top somehow...just like the fact it took me 20 minutes to print my freaking boarding pass...

i dont wanna say i'm ready to go home, but i am ready for the convience that is home. walking around the corner and being at a gas station, drinking iced coffees and having my freakin mac.

but this will be my last blog in cant.terbury and as shit as it is i have to leave...its aight...i had myself a good time. mother of GOD did i... so i guess all i have left, is to have myself a few pints at the penny, and raise my gladiatory mug to...

...rodrigo,
to the coffee in paris, rome, and london,
to all the glasses,
to royals royce,
to liz,
to my cell phone actually working over here but not at home,
to dover freaking castle,
to the rivers of our blood,
to the colosium,
to russ,
to getting back and having no money,
haha heres to my debit card.
to the beautiful weather and stones,
to converters/adapters and five different ways to plug stuff in,
to wearing my favorite jacket in augest,
to all the socks that now have holes in them, to the old ladies at the cafeteria.

here is to skydiving right before i came,
to that damn baby,
to kenna mags and everyone.
to eva and t graduating,
to a.c,
to spending way too much money, and to thomas becket,

cheers to blogspot,
to manny and terry,
to the kent mavericks,

heres to freaking jason bay,

the penny freaking theatre,
to the mcgees,
to the down hill,
to tim burton characters,
to lee and will,

here is to loren and the cost benefit anaylsis

to mohawks,
to shaving my head,
to applebee's i'll be at tomorrow night,
to lan franc,
to the guys at the hotel in rome,
haha heres to rome,
to pete, nate, matt, katy,
russ, dudly, tim, curly, ruban, and to the cuban,
to thomas the mombus,
to kroneburg, leffe, carlsburg, fosters, budwiser and carling...
to the drunken bishops and their toast.
to making new memories tonight...



heres to freaking england.

why bill gates needs to die

So here's the story. I have a paper due tomorrow that my dad looked over to check it, revise it, and basically rip it. Good times because once i get a paper to him, i usually get an a.

anyway, so i go to eat, head to the computer lab to get started on it. it literally takes the computer 5 minutes to start up, and get the internet. 5...minutes. i timed it. so, i relax, know that i need to develop patience anyway so its ok....

wrong.

once you start up these computers it will let you know that intel 2325x is running, and tt2 software is out of date. then you have to close the sidebar (known as mac users as a 'dock') and it will let ya know that if you want it back you go into the c://drive then to the d://oh my god i hate pc's drive.

OH MY GOD

then i go to get into my email, wait another 3 minutes for the damn thing to load, to tell me that the server cannot be found. mother of god, the texas state website is down. so dad you're getting a call around 6 a.m to be the nicest guy and email me the same paper to a different site. thanks dad.

UGH, i just wanna finish my paper. so instead of being productive i'm gonna go spend some money i dont have...i.e go have an americano from denise down at orange espresso place. the same place the mayflower contract was signed. cool eh? i'm gonna try to talk into a mug from there because thatd be frankly awesome. i'm going to kill the lady next to me. she smells like a wet cat, and has to say everything she types, shes got long finger nails so...you get the picture, im slightly aggitated. UGH. its time for coffee, maybe a beer. i need a beer at 2 because bill gates sucks.

heres to manny

so i literally just found out manny rameriez will not be a red sox when i get back to the united states of the red sox are stupid america. jason bay...who?!? i know the guy's got 20 homers, whatever. still. this is crap. ugh.

man!

psycholanaysis of cant.terbury

Yep, so its about 5 here and i just got back from Western Union where i got about 70 pounds to help me through the week. i can always take money home so i was stoked about getting some money, my god now i can eat! anyway, last night was amazing. pound a pint at the penny, and im pretty sure i got hit on my a gay man that i did not know was gay...

its ok, theyre picky

bahah, geeze i dont know how i feel about that. meghans prolly saying 'so many things that i wanna say.' oh well, my good friend russell (football player) told me that i was looking bigger? meaning stronger? meaning i had a shirt on that was a little smaller than normal and apparently i looked strong. schweet.

did the freud museum yesterday which was quite...lame? i dont know it was just his house in london that he died in. kinda cool seeing the actual freaking couch that patients laid on and had their psyche totally and un-neccessarily overalized. it kinda reminded me how much i'm glad im not a freud fan. but he was the father of psychology so, i guess i gotta respect that. very cool seein his desk and his glasses. freud is so bad he actually had a chair designed so that it would create some 'free thought.' if thats not overanalyzing i dont know what is.

anyway, ive gotta paper to finish in which i need my camera to be alive for. it sucks cause taking pictures off takes so much time, and so much of the battery. its just strait annoying. damn pcs, how i miss my mac. we've got 4 days left and that is not cool. i do miss alot about tejas, but good gravy im just gonna miss my lifestyle here. being an hour away from london. cant.terbury seems like a place that you go to high school at, work at a pizza shop and never leave. so its kinda good that we're leaving...

so, thats the story. sorry no funny stories other than everything that is lame about freuds 2 bedroom, one bathroom museum. uh, yeah 4 days...i shall enjoy your comments, and definatly check out that roman blog if ya didnt already

word...

So, today was one of the most relaxing days I've had so far. I woke up around 8:30, 9:00...it was brilliant. I finally got a chance to sleep in as everyone went to London to go to the Tape, Tate, Take museum? I dont know but its all modern art and i'm definatly not a fan of that............





shoot, yeah i woke up ubber early for a san marcos mike, but for england mike it was late...really weird. the goals today were to finish everything that had to do with school. write 14 journals and finish a paper....which instead of blogging i'm gonna go ahead and do that right now...brb...4 more pages!



ok i got to the 3rd page and i just need a freaking break. its about 7 now and i started this blog at 6. so i've gotten 7 pages done (total) for my 8 to 10 pager. ugh, if i can get some coffee i'd prolly be ok. maybe thats a good idea. coffee and corks is the only place open right now. im so annoyed with the pictures situation, the freaking computer lab computers wont let me upload more than 5 pics at a time...sooo annoying

anyway, its the wednesday now, i started this one yesterday and...just, never finished it...

lame blog i know, nothing really eventful happened other than everything that is awesome about orange street music pub. that place is freaking aweome, we taught a few english guys how to two step and line dance. i still can't figure out line dancing...ugh

yep, i'm charging my ipod then heading over to the coffee place...do an americano or two. weather here is gorgeous if youre outside, but there is no a.c in here...sooooo goood freaking times.

anyway, 6 days til we go back, which sucks...im gonna miss it here, but i wont miss being able to drive everywhere...have a bank in my town...food in the fridge...ugh, everything i miss but i dont.

Poise in the Pocket

So its about midnightish. I'm finishing my liter size gladiator beer...and we're on the way back to the hotel. well, walking through the termini theres many o stairs. and i tripped and fell face first down about 6 of the marble stairs in the termini.

well it takes a certain kind of fall to knock out your teeth and a special kind of glass to put a gash in your hand the width of an index finger. maybe a gladiator size beer? my hand was covered in blood. my teeth i had spit out and we found a few cops. they surroded us, probably thinking that i had just gotton my ass kicked, but when we tried to tell them the story they figured out what happened. well, they were classy enough to call an ambulance.

the ambulance came rushing over and they shoved me and and kicked trey out. trey, stepped up in the clutch as i was sitting there, bleeding, he kept telling me to put my finger in it. well, i get to the ER and immediatly feel the anxiety of a foreign hospital, no money, no cigarettes and no teeth. they tell me to sit and keep the gauze on my hand. i guess, the intimadation finally set in when they called me into the room, and i sat down and they yelled ASI ASI. italian for...i dont know. it was really weird. needless to say. well they stiched up my gash (3 stiches) and tested my motor corrdination. all golden so they kicked me out...

stay in the waiting room they said. the waiting room was a glorified garage, with chairs and nothing else. my phone had died earliar, and i didnt have my trusty map. so i'm stuck...

in a foreign country, no cigarettes, no money, no phone, bloddied shorts, a blue shirt painted red in blood, and for lack of another word...no poise.

i went to use a pay phone to try to collect call my dad for advice, but of corse not only was it in italian but it wasnt working. great. pissed, i walked around the corner and thought about what to do. after dropping the f-bomb maybe a little bit too loud i talked to a cop who barly knew english. he tried to get me to stay in the waiting room and then he ended up giving me directions to the termini. which is a good 3, 4 blocks from my hotel.

now rome is set up alot like austin. many side streets, many crackheads around the corner. so around 2:30 a.m. i'm guestimating, i decide to take off and take it into my own hands. to hell with staying in a waiting room where a sitting duck (aka a short white boy covered in blood with a wallet) could get mobbed. so i said, lets do it. walk back. find the termini. find a map. get home.

keep in mind...what i didnt have.

money, phone, key, map, cigarettes, italian language skills, sense of direction...

honestly the only thing i had was a good idea of how to get from termini to the hotel. so i'm walking...im walking...im looking around....im walking...im literally freaking the hell out. then all the sudden i realized that the only thing i have is 'poise in the pocket.' the idea that i'm the quarteback facing a serious all out blitz (my shit situation) and ive got a great opportunity to throw it deep and score 6. (aka, get home with nothing and prove myself wrong, saying no to that shituation).

so when i was walking, i was praying, i was looking, i was begging. i finally came across a hotel that was still open. i figured hey, go in here...see if the dude speaks english. well i knock on the door, wake the poor guy up and ask...englea? englea? no no...map?!? map?!? asi, asi, here ya go.

well, i walked out of the hotel, and i needed to find cavor. the road that leads from the colosium to the termini. man, intimidating situation, but its alright i have a map. i see the termini and feel a sense of catching a break after this shit night. i see that its around 4 a.m and decide not to go into the creepy ass termini at 4 in the morning.

so i walk down one street, and nothing looks familiar so i bail. go to the next street, same story. so i think, shit, i am S....O....L

should i try to go back to the hospital, where ive mapped out my path or walk on fire and go for the hotel. well, anyone who knows me knows when i'm down by 2 with 3 seconds left on the clock, i always call for the 3 pointer game winner. well, finally i found the right street and literally stumbled upon the check in place. it was like seeing GOD! i was so happy to find it i ran in , thank GOD it was 24 hours and got directions to my hotel. well, i walked around...nickin begging guards with ak-47's who spoke only italian for a cigarette.

by the time i got back, i almost pissed myself with happyness that i pulled that off.

sigh...

i guess what got me back was the relaxed approach i finally realized when i left the hospital. thank God i had the kind of chip on my shoulder (which has moved to my front teeth) to get myself out of that situation. i'm gonna be able to retrospect on that night and know that i can handle everything. you talk about dealing with adversity trying to...pick up a girl. take a step back man, look at the situation i got myself out of. feck math, rabbit problems and everything. i figured my way in rome to a t, and got myself out. with no help other than from God. Talk to me now Todd, its audacious to predict the picture.

...cheers

gladiator beers...

with pictures...movies too!

nuff, freaking, said

Mk, so first and foremost....i have GOT to know whos reading this sctuff, pa pa pa please leave a comment i really wanna know....not have to, just wanna!

anyway, so i just got back from rome yesterday. and it twas, a.maze.ing. Heres to the colosium, to rodrigo, to the trevi fountain, to the pantheon, to rick steves, to the vatican, to mike our tour guide from ohio, to the heat, to yotels, to the spanish steps. to the sistene chapel, to michaelagelo and his ways, to the roman forum, a.plus federal credit union...to gellappo (spell check?), to the crazy italians, to 'asi asi!!'. to my cell phone dying, to gladiator beers by the colosium, to the freaking colosium, to my hat smothered in colosium dirt...to freaking ROME!!!!

so thats my toast to rome, it was absolutly amazing. well ok, so story time...friday we get to rome around 11 and we make our way out of the airport to meet up with something called the teravision. what it is, is an 8 euro ride from the airport to the termini. it was a charter bus, without a.c full of smelly people. it was really nice though to get a ride, rather than catching a cab. thank god for rick steves. he told me about this thing we take...we get to the termini where all of our hostels are very close to.

me and my buddy trey got to our hotel that we booked a few days before (bahah)...it was called the hotel des artestis. well, we get there, pay our dues or whatever, it was around noon or so, and they tell us we cant check in til 3. lame. we've got everything we brought and no where to put it...trey and i being guys only brought a back pack so it wasnt a big deal for us to just carry it around...well trey had been in rome the previous day, so he knew exactly where our hotel was and everything which was really nice

...cause i SUCK at directions

anyway...so trey and i find something to eat and go back to our hotel to check in. they take our 65 pounds each and send us to a different hotel down the street. they gave us a map and ONE key, which made everything really easy. so trey and i finally find it, and we notice theres a very prestigious builiding connected to our place...we also see a whole bunch of guys walking around with ak-47's and really mean demeanors....we stayed at the russian embassy. the building we were staying at was actually connected to the embassey and had about 100 guards all around, bullet proof shutters, hardcore security. it was awesome. i felt secure...

anyway, so trey and i drop our crap off and i meet up with lizdizzly, emily and mallORI. we go strait for the collosium. its down a road called via cavor, which is pretty much I-35 in texas, its the road to everything. its really nice cause rome wasnt that drawn out, you could walk alot of the places we wanted to see. well, we're walking, walking...they're following and i'm wondering if ive even got the right road to follow....well, i do have the right road....how do i know??

thats why, we walked around the corner and theres the freaking colosium. the place where sports originated. where maximus did his thing. the one reason i wanted to go to rome.

it was absoutly amazing...

so, everyone kinda gets over their starstrucked-ness of the colosium and we find some gelappo. which is italian ice cream....three or four times the sugar as american ice cream....amaaaaazing. kicking back next to the colosium eating our ice cream...gooooooood times. so after we killed our ice cream the girls wanted to go shopping or something

...i honestly had a hard time listening, i was standing next to the colosium...

but they went to go shop and i wanted to go inside the colosium, but there was a huge line to get tickets. but my good friend rick steves (the guy who wrote my guide book, the back door to europe) told me to go to the rarly crowded arch of titus ticket line to get my roman forum, colosium and titus ticket. after dropping 11 euro on that ticket i hustled over to the entrance and saw a street artist on my way. so i stopped, haggled, ended up paying 18 euro for a 20 euro paiting he was selling. good deal huh, haha. anyway, so get up to the entrance and bypass all the thousands of people, a good 100 yard line, and go strait for the entrance with my ticket. swipe it through and...there...it....is

i've been in many stadiums, on many fields that mean lots to me. from cameron's floor, to playing on the same floor michael did, to standing in the same spot where emmitt broke the rushing record, to walking into fenway the same spot papi hit that game winner, to the same spot that the spurs won many of times...this one started...everything that are those memories...

ok, so best way to describe it is if you've ever been to the texas rangers stadium in arlington. i mean that in a very...figurative? way?...i dont know i cant think of the word, but the stadium in arlington kinda has the gates that line the outside and youre under the actual stadium...well same at the colosium. all the arches face outside and theres only 2 entrances into the colosium its self. well...

...as an avid red sox fan i got the same feeling when i walked into fenway that i did when i went through the tunnel that i did when i went through the tunnel and saw the inside of the freaking colosium.

i dont wanna say that it was emotional, as i cant describe how i felt. just amazing to be looking at the place...


i took about 1000000000 pictures, many will be on the photobucket site...

anyway, so most of the place was closed for some reason. but i got to walk around the entire bottom and 2nd floors. i was running around like a little kid. it was by far the coolest thing (tied with fenway, cameron) that ive ever seen. you can really tell where the people came into watch the specticals...where the animals were kept, where the gladiators entered from, where the emperor sat. i probably spent 2 hours just running around...

it was so, so, so cool. anyway, so after that i ended up meeting up with trey. before i met him at our hotel, i had to run to an atm. right before i left the hotel i had decided to take my money belt and strap it around my belt, like stevo told me....it was a last second decision...

...then it happened.

i went to grab my card out of my belt, and...its...gone. i had put it in the securist spot i had on the belt itself. in the zipper part. but as i was running around the colosium i had apparently lost it. lamers. well, i immediatly called my bank to find out that theyre closed. awesome. no 24 hours, 'hey i lost my debit card in a foreign country' lines. it was ok because i got ahold of the bank about 15 minutes after i had lost it, and everything got cancelled.

financially speaking i was still more than ok, i had a gift card with about 270 bucks. well we have this whole thing called the exchange rate. i can exchange 300 american dollars and get 140 english pounds. 200 dollars and get 125 european euros. lame eh? yeah, but i was not freaking out cause i had my card, i had 300 bucks in travelers cheques back at lan franc, so everything was ok.

or so i thought...

apparently the roman culture is anti-cards. seriously i had a HARD time trying to find a place that accepted cards. the gift card i had was a visa, so i could use it anywhere i could use a visa right? well, it didnt work for atm's. which...sucked

thank god for trey though, he stepped up, covered me with things that i had to pay for cash with. and i would try to pay for his food, or our gladiator beers. so, anyway, finacially i am all good so no need to worry mamma. ya know, if ya wanna send me a couple bucks, thatd be fine...i mean...it be great...haha

k, that was on one of the walls of the colosium...little..ugh, A&M, yep JR said it, meant it

aaaaaaaaanyway, so after i cancelled my debit card, trey and i dropped off our crap at the hotel...and hit a restraunt right down the corner and had italian espresso. which, as a coffee snob i wasnt impressed. it was very, very robust. almost tasted burnt. i'm more of a fan of the strait coffee more than espresso. and i love english espresso. very smooth, but very strong. still good.

anyway, so left the espresso place and hit a place that had 1 liter beers. they were huge and expensive, but as the cliche goes...'when in rome'. i tried to make it through this whole blog with out dropping that, but, it fits so well. anyway, so i finished my ONE beer and went back to the hotel. ;)

saturday we woke up at around 10, when we were supposed to wake up at 7...but bullet proof shutters really keep the sun out! so trey and i were kinda peturbed that we woke up so late, as the vatican closes at 145. so we grabbed some breakfast and met up with david, another friend of ours. and we were off to the vatican.

it was freaking amazing to be standing inside all the coloumns. seriously amazing. if you ever get a chance, seriously....go. it was only sundays and wednesdays that the pope would be near the vatican, which sucked but oh well. well the line was wrapped around most of the interior of the vatty. so i was talking to the guys about getting a tour guide. we were approached by an austrailian guy selling tours for 40 euros, but...that...is WAY too much. so we find a few other people for around 28, 26.

well, then it happened again...goes like this

canadian tour guide: hey guys, would you like a tour?
americans: how much?
canadian: 26?
me: oh well that guy just offered us a tour for 20
canadian: hmmmm
david: no dude it was 28
me: ugh
canadian: hmm...ugh
me: damnit david
david: ....oh

haha, funny times. anyway, so we get a tour with a guy from ohio named mike. he married an italian chick when he was in iraq, got out of the army and she wanted to finish school. so he's like, hell we'll just stay here that way we dont have wicked tuition fees in the states. learned all about the vatican and ended up giving un-offical tours for cheaper than the offical ones. which just means he's not legal cause he hasnt taken the test, but he's legit. i think, i dunno he could have been bsing, and i would have believed him. ohhh, that block was held by the pope, cool!

anyway, the good thing about the tour was that we got to we got to bypass the huge line going in. longer than the colosium. it was really nice just to get into the vatican without a line. well, we went through and the video below is of a Jesus, and when raphel (not the turtle) painted it he made it into an illusion so Christ's eyes actually follow you...see if you can tell, its amazing.

see it?

we went all around the museum which was actually holding the sistene chapel inside the museum, so there were many things that i had to take a picture of. check them out on the photobucket site, many o pics. but, seriously the vatican was amazing. we walked through hearing all the stories about everything...it was awesome. we saw the sistene chapel, and all the gorgeous paiting above, it was...wow. the best part i'd have to say was when we went into the tomb areas. where many of the popes are buried. and we were walking around we saw, Pope John the 10000th.

...then i saw him

i was walking around and i came to this gorgeous tomb. i couldnt take pics, otherwise i would have, but it was guarded by a vatican police officer, and it was a room that went back into the wall about a good 20 feet. glass was at the front, think of a hallway i guess is the best way to describe it. there was a window infront of a hallway, and the tomb was in the back. well, the floors were all marble, with gold all over them. the tomb itself was about 10 feet tall, and had a coffin made out of sheer gold. it was St. Peter's tomb. i was really amazed by it, i had no idea he was buried there, and it was...again...wow


anyway, so we left the vatican and our guide mike gave us a great place to eat where we slammed a few pizzas and headed for the night walk through rome. it wasnt as much of a night walk, as much of a afternoon 'holy crap its hot' walk. we mapped it out on a map that rick steves gave us. many o pictures on the photobucket site.

we started at the vatican and walked through rome to the pantheon, to the fountain to the spanish steps. stopped off and grabbed some frozen espresso, with ice cream and whipped cream.

...woah, amazing. seattles best will probably have a new drink.

anyway, so after our 3 mile walk, trey and i ended up at the same colosium (i'm too lazy to use spell check so im gonna spell colososim different ways everytime...) trey and i ended up at the same place we were the night before, [ ;) ] had one more gladiator beer, got the glass from our good friend Rodrigo ( a waiter there ) tipped him well and headed back to the hotel...boo. Seriously nothing like having a beer 50 yards away from the colosium.

...good guy

we got back to the hotel a little peturbed that we were leaving the next day, but stoked about having a shower (seperate) with water pressure. the showers at lan franc are la-hhaaa-ame.

so i passed out as soon as i hit that bed, it was awesome. they were temper pedic, so, amazing. anyway, so the next morning i had set my alarm for 7 as we had to be at the termini (where we catch the bus). well, apparently my phone didnt cooperate with the time change (somehow i didnt notice) and it went off an hour late. thank GOD for liz texting me asking me where i was. so it took trey and i literally 5 minutes to get packed, and we ran to the original hotel to check out, dropped off our key and sprinted to the termini where we got on the bus and headed back to the airport. the flights were pretty easy, just 2 hours long...

we flew in and out of london's gatwick airport, which is about a hour ride by train to cant.terbury's east station. and about an hour and a half, to two hour ride to cant.terbury's west station. we ended up having to take the longer train, which was freaking brutal after a long plane ride. but, whatever we finally got back to cant.terbury and it was nice to be back.

i ended up at the penny that night, told some roman stories, and went to bed. so, that was rome, pretty amazing. please go, its so awesome. but, anyway, im in the computing lab finishing up this blog then i must write some journals for persuasion class. but, yeah have a great day today as its like 7 am there and almost 3 p.m here. i'm gonna grab some food and bust out some school sctuff.
its a little werid being back cause everyone here speaks ENGLISH! so, talking to stangers i dont have to ask if they do speak my language. its pretty much known.

only 8 more days in cant.terbury which i dont wanna think about, cause i love it so much here. anyway, enjoy the heat and i shall blog it up later. ok for some retarted reason i cant upload pictures onto photobucket. UGH! I MISS MY MAC!

Last video is of me picking up some dirt at the colosium...remind you of any movies???