Sadie Hawkins at Santa Monica Pier

Last weekend our had out Sadie Hawkins dance at the Santa Monica Pier. It was a great time and these are a few of my favorite images from the night. Enjoy!

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Somehow this blank white box with size 12 type, helps bring out a subconscious thought train that rolls from end to end. The memories within flow through the fingers and onto the keys in a manner not customary to the host. The jumbled cognition reach critical load and are disposed of in this online receptical and lost in the cyber waves for others to surf upon. No real thought involved in the words, just the instinctual rhythm of the black little squares and the rectangular bar. When all else fails you, the brain takes over and sorts stuff out. Silence and rage seem to be the only true things, but at the same time drive the fingers to type more and think less. Surely there is a better way to solve this dilemma. Communication you say? The words from the mouth fall on deaf ears as if carried by the wind. Predetermined thoughts block the canals that interpret the sounds of the damned and the laughter masks the abhoration of all. A clever vocabulary is used to promote the unfamiliar feelings, and a pretentious blog posting is used to express the flurries of pensation that be crest all. Enter the demon, who envelopes the joy of the environment and reignites the feelings of admonition. But alas, within 2 fortnights, their shall be a tremendous reunion of souls, and the fleeting sorrow will be undone. Engaged in the battle till death dost thou part, the everlasting struggle continues to unfurl as the poetry of the cerebral dome carries out the hypnotic therapy of natures design. It is through faith that the skirmish shall fade swiftly and the victor be crowned. until that day, when all Hope is found, the warrior will rage on, and the Quest carried forth.

Re-evaluation

I'm stumped. I'm at somewhat of a crossroads right now and i'm not sure what to do. The furture seems promising, but with a dissmal shadow lingering behind. Something is not right, but I can't figure outwhat it is. My goal in life is to not be bored. I need to do something that keeps my interest. I want to do stuff, try stuff, and enjoy stuff. So the dilemma is what do I do? Where do I go to do that stuff. I hope that things make more sense in the next few days and weeks.