Saturday, April 25, 2009

I currently have more bruises by different people than ever before- the sun even left its own kind of mark dusted across my cheeks and the backs of my legs.
My dad is yelling insults at the TV as the Flames go down (in flames...) under the massive foot of Chicago. Americans aren't supposed to play hockey. What is the world coming to?
I have officially decided to go into art history in the hopes that I will spend the rest of my life looking at pictures like the one above. Sweet victory in my mind.

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