In history, we will all be dead.

These are my friends
slowly killing themselves with
2for1 margs.



Someone just informed me that people who don't drink and/or smoke
are better than people who drink and/or smoke.

Is this true?
(a little confused).



Thanks Carles for your words of wisdom
and thanks Humphrey for looking good.

"The whole world is about three drinks behind."
-Bogart.

Can't get away.

This is me making an ends meet.
But this time next year,
I will be finishing up school
and closer to beginning a new chapter in life.



The photograph is by my friend Lauren.
Check out her 365 in 2009 project.

I am a product of my time.

I finally uploaded some photos to my flickr.
Including, but not limited to;

my quinceanera



and Club Underwood.





It is another Sunday of procrastination
watching Star Wars
and refusing to look in my daily planner.

Memory loves Time.

But does Time love Memory back?



I realized this morning that I haven't taken a single photo with my new computer. Therefore, I took this in class while being overwhelmed by my existentialistic attitude.

My nostalgia has become borderline depressing and I feel utterly disillusioned. But isn't this the vicious cycle?

I blame my state on Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto:

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time. I've always lived with that knowledge rooted in my being.