GO!

I’m all metaled up and ate Chipotle for my first post braces meal. These damn things are ridiculous.
729 more days to go.

Already, the Texan summer leaves its mark.

This is still a great place.

Chris, damn you for your awesome gatherings.

Tibetan monks paint and destroy with the same hand. Being and not being are equal.

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Limited time only.

The roads are dangerous out there, kids.

Test driving the new 40d on my way home

Just got this in today. In continuous mode, the clicks fire so fast it sounds like a machine gun. Crazy.

It’s not possible to have more than one heart attach a day, is it?
I am relieved I never ran off to join the circus.

Derby Weekend was a drunken success. Was there ever a doubt?

Ran and I went to the chili parlor today for lunch. There, for $7 bucks you will receive an arduous kick to your guts.

I’ve been beat recently. Just can’t catch up with the sleep. The lack of posts has been a direct consequence of this. Fortunately, Kat gave me some herbal elephant tranquilizer last night and I was out cold till 9AM this morning.

The 40D is finally on its way.

Everything is better under an open sky.

Last year, I join the beach crew for the annual beach expedition. The humid ocean breeze took us upon our arrival, after the long drive. And the rest is warm memory.

The last time I camped at Inks Lake was high school. My art teacher and a few classmates packed up firewood and fishing reels for the Thanksgiving getaway. It was three days and three nights of rain soaked, gray-sky’d misery. The weather dipped below 30, my tent leaked, and my sleeping bag at the time was rated for summer camping. At one point, I deliriously ate raw chicken to replenish the insane amount of calories my body was burning just to keep itself alive. When we finally drove out on the last day, the sun came out.

This trip is exactly the opposite of that. Mainly, the difference is this trip is perfect.

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