LACKING INSPIRATION.

oh blahh. school is making me incredibly boring. i should be writing a massive essay right now. obviously that's not working.

so i spent the day with the most wonderful best friend ever yesterday. taking various pictures throughout the day, we sat on the roof, debated the merits of the lovely lady gaga and her song "teeth," annoyed the workers at panera bread, and learned the secrets of the underverse.
to start the day, we searched around two barnes and nobles for new magazines. whilst the majority of people our age around here like to spend their time "partying" or going out on the farm or whatever, we go to barnes and noble and sit for hours reading fashion magazines. unfortunately nothing was new, but we crept around anyways.

green tea frappe from the tea junction. so afkhdthlk delicious.

my lovely other half, amber, and i browsing SERIOUS ADULT BOOKS.

there's a mexican restaurant next to one of the barnes and nobles called don pablo's. one day i was convinced it was called don enchilada's. yesterday i was convinced the whole building was purple. neither is true, but that didn't stop us from staging an impromptu photoshoot in front of the arch as various people walked in front of the camera and looked at us like we were homeless.

don pablo's. the real enchilada. a brick building with a purple arch. i was close.

we then raced home, trying to beat the sunset so we could sit on my roof and read the few magazines we bought and my lovely new book of british fashion designers. sunset won, and it was too dark to see anything, and our brilliant idea to plug in a lamp and put it on the windowsill resulted in breaking the lamp. i wasn't surprised.

hungry after all of this black and white photowhoring, we picked up dinner at panera. amber got mac and cheese, where, being my mature self, i proceeded to obnoxiously say MACNCHEESE as she ordered. the guy making our food didn't hear this, but was very angry anyway as he forcefully threw our utensils in the bag. sorry you hate your job, salad-maker, but you don't have chuck knives about.

on the way home, lady gaga blared through the car as usual. i. love. her. i'm sure there will be a post about her one of these days. but anyways, teeth was playing. and when teeth's playing, its hard to resist showing your teeth and proceeding to take a picture of this while driving.

"got no salvation
(no salvation)
got no religion
no religion
(my religion is you)..."

according to my dad, this song is about sticking up for yourself.
its not.





in the spirit of true photowhoring, the pictures continued. in my backyard, in the dark, with crappy flash and cold hands.

she cut her hand on a tree. we don't know.

i love her ♥

in two weeks we're going to atlanta to spend the weekend with pictures and shopping and surely higher levels of obnoxiousness and maturity. we have a thing for atlanta and constantly refer to it as atl-atl-atl. wannabe rappers? maybe.

"welcome to atlanta where the playas play
and we ride on them things like every day
big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
and parties dont stop til' eight in the mornin'."
-- "welcome to atlanta"
ludacris

as i said, maturity.