Big Bear

This weekend, 12 of us and Marie all went to Big Bear. I organized the trip for all of us to go for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. Is was a weekend filled with debauchery from all different spectrums. We laughed, Kedis cried, and all of our liver's took a beating after each night. To sum it up, here is a laundry list of alcohol consumed over three nights (and days.......and mornings).

1 Keg of Coors Light
5 30 Packs Bud Light
1 12 Pack Bud Light
1 Bottle of Jagermeister
2 Bottles of Jose Cuervo Tequila
2 Bottles of Bacardi Rum
1 Handle of Smirnoff Vodka
1 Bottle of Kahlua
2 Bottles of Brandy
1 Bottle of Crown Royal
1 Bottle of Jack Daniels

I took that pic the first night, and didn't realize we were going to need to buy more booze. highlights include:

• Police show up at 5:15am. I answer the door in a vest and no undershirt and explain he cant blame us since we starting boozing at 11pm. Elliott runs through the house to make sure he can shake the Cops hand
• Kedis starts crying and goes for a walk at 2am. While on the walk, she leans against a tree and starts crying. A dog bites onto her pants, and she runs back to the house with the dog attached to her leg
• Sledding down the stairs inside the house. Elliott deciding he doesn't need a sled and runs and jumps down the stairs instead. He later decides to put his foot in the fire to cauterize the wound
• Marie bending over repeatedly without bending her knees, trying her best to get every guy's attention

Anyway, here are a few of my fav pics from the trip. I have no idea why i used Sepia.

sometimes for no apparent reason (like this moment right now) my liver hurts. i think it is just my liver's way of telling me that if i thought i could get a way with hundred's of red headed slut shots and thousands of natty light beer's, i have another thing coming.

now that i think about it though, i don't even know where my liver is.

ummm

how has no one ever questioned the absurdity of those nets that they throw over people in movies? is it really that hard to escape a net with little weights on the ends?

New Driver's License Picture

For the last few months, i have been growing my beard out. At first there was no rhyme or reason, until a beautiful gift came in the mail. The for to renew my driver's license. Sweet, now i can at least have a goal. I decided to keep growing my beard until i took my new picture, which was a few weeks ago. All in all, i didn't shave for a little over 2 months.

I then hatched the plan to try and take my picture with my shirt off. People suggested that i wear a tube top, and if anyone said anything, i could sue for discrimination. That wasn't going to fly though, so i wore a Lakers jersey, in hopes i could take it off.

When the time came to take my picture, the following conversation took place

Disgruntled Black Lady: Ok please put your feet on the line and smile at the camera
Bones: Got it
Disgruntled Black Lady: And could you please take your glasses off your head
Bones: Sure, let me take my shirt off while i'm at it
(menacing stare as i start to lift my shirt up and over my head)
Disgruntled Black Lady: No i don't think so
Bones: Come on, it could be...
Disgruntled Black Lady: No
Bones: How about i just slide the jersey off my shoulders down to my arms then?
Disgruntled Black Lady: No.

So, it didn't work out to hot, and this is what i ended up with

Wikipedia

Everyone at work likes to heckle me for going to San Diego State. Almost everyone here either went to UCLA or USC, and if not, were in Skull and Bones with George W. Bush at Yale.

So, one of the guys decided to add this to the SDSU wikipedia article:

"San Diego State University students are notorious for not being able to count by one."

While it's hard to debate our inexperience in counting by one, every SDSU student can count by the numbers that matter....6,12,and 30...as well as by 1/5 and a handle....whatever size that is. While i can't quite argue with the intelligence factor of many of my fellow alumni, there was one area i decided to tackle in the UCLA wiki...

"Although UCLA is located in the heart of Los Angeles, a formidable wall at some point has been constructed around the institution, only allowing the most repulsive of females admittance into the otherwise exemplary school."


Assholes.

i forgot to make a post about me moving. i moved out of my aunt's house to a place in Santa Monica. We got a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom place, and i got the master, which is pretty sweet. i just saw this picture of my roomate and cant stop laughing


im working on finishing up some touches on my room, and then ill post pics. anyway. So i thought i would let my roomate introduce himself

Hello fine gentleman and lasses, my name is Kevin, and i am quite the gentleman. i enjoy poetry, polo, and fine cashmire sweaters. i enjoy a hearty laugh, and a good chai tea. its a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, and look forward to the conversations we may have in the future. Cheer-e-o!

What

I had one of those life altering moments this past Saturday. I went out to Palos Verdes for a very good friends birthday party. After hours of debate over pitchfork's reviews and realizations that the people from high school we so enjoyed humiliating in quiet are now fulfilling things we never thought possible (making babies, doing speed, and running internet cafe's to name a few) i was more than a bit inebriated.

As i drove back to Santa Monica at 4am going 90 on the freeway i had a moment. As the tandem of Everlast's "What it's Like" and Gary Wright's Dream Weaver blared over my Altima's stock speakers, and with the taste of Corona and Vodka fresh on my lips, i realized that i was destined to either die in a catastrophic accident, or become the subject of multiple non-fiction novels.

Let's hope it's the latter

Randy Newman

Randy Newman just wrote this song in response to the most recent State of the Union address. The lyrics appeared on 1/23 in the NY Times. I love this guy, the last few versus are the best