Sideways machine.
I have to stop volunteering for stuff. I'm far to busy to be doing charity. Anyway, every day last week, I was up by 7am (seven ayy-emm) and by 7:30am (seven thirty ayy-emm) I was at the Barometer office working on their webpage. It wasn't too hard, and I believe I'm getting paid a little to do it, but seriously, sitting in front of a computer at 7:45am (seven-fourty-five ayy-emm), copying and pasting articles into the template was not a good time.Thursday morning, I get up and peek out the window to see what kind of clothes I will be wearing. I stared out my blinds for a few moments, not really taking it all in. I saw three cop cars and people mulling all over the place. I put some clothes on and head to work. I get stopped by a police officer not even 10 (ten) feet outside my door. Apparently, some drunk kids decided to pick up a few cars and move them into the middle of the street (SEE PICTURE ABOVE). I guess every car on the street was that way, but a few people had moved their cars by the time I woke up. Crazy.
Friday night was "off-the-chain." My roomie, Andy, decided to make the trek up to Salem and buy a couple of kegs. Two kegs for $80, sweet deal. Anyway, we throw a party at the slab (our neighbors house) and tap the first keg around 9:30. For the next hour, it is total dudesweat, then, out of nowhere, everyone and their mother showed up and by midnight, both kegs are gone. dag.
Paul, being the douchebag he is.
Now, I like to party, but that night, I was out in full-force. All I had eaten that day was a single packet of Ramen, so by the 5th cup of beer, I was already lit and I didn't stop there. Me and Leah get the fuck out of the party, soon joined in my room by both my roomies. all of us are THRASHED. the next thing I know, it's 3am (three ayy-emm) and we're making the 20 block trek to La Conga, a 24-hour mexican food joint. Things get blurry after I ate that burrito. dag yo.what a great fucking weekend.
CLICK ON ME.
Anyway, I just finished my second draft poster for the second annual HARDCORE show here at OSU. Dillinger cancelled. I was bummed-the-fuck-out. I guess they eighty-sixed their entire west-coast tour. bum deal. Anyway, there's my second draft. I really don't have much motivation, so excuse me if it is a bit sloppy.
CLICK ON ME (BALLS).
CLICK ON ME ALSO.
My two latest cover designs for Diversions. The sheep one is my favourite to date. Check out the entire series at my gallery, http://eric.endysis.org.i love you all.
//EDIT (6:04pm [six-oh-four pee-emm]): keep an eye on my latest project, elitistfucks.com.
It may just have been because of my own state but, Paul's dumb ass was pretty much the funniest thing ever. ("Wait! I'm gonna play a song...") and I'm glad there's a picture of him looking retarded and not me.
oh and eric i am sorry to tell you this but saying balls is not cool. yea i get it british people say boullocks, and boullocks means ball. boullocks is cool, but saying balls is very uncool. to prove it too you my 30 somethings year old teacher was saying it in class the other day. and she thought no one knew what she was talking about. mmmmhmmm.
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