Georgia, Pt. I

One of my longest friendships has been with this girl named Alyssa, and her on-and-off again boyfriend of four years, Reynaldo.

I met them both during my freshman year in high school, where a little less weird version of me egged on of them on to get with the other. I believe it was Rey to her, but so much time has passed, I can't quite recall. As their relationship blossomed, so did my friendship with them. Things got much closer during my junior year, when I had classes with both of them.

UP XXXVII

Hey look, another Saturday.

I think the NSA has this in their possession

and I have yet to press 'PUBLISH'

Well, if things go the way the President wants them to go, arms from the U.S. will soon be given to the rebels to fight their war against the Assad regime. An important question arises, though. If Saudi Arabia and Qatar already provide arms, then what good will US arms do?

UP XXXVI

Well, another week, another megabyte of data to be housed in Utah.

I read about the NSA thing in the March edition of Wired last year, and was very disturbed that my information would be gathered like fish at a stream, stored, and analyzed for god-knows-what.

UP XXXV

This week has been one of lighter content, although to those in Oklahoma and Missouri, it's a horrible ending to a bad week.

UP XXXIV

What a week, guys.

On Tuesday, tornadoes ravage Moore, the town that was heavily destroyed by a F-5 tornado back in 1999.

The Archenemy Cometh, Giveth, and Taketh Away

My friendship with M&C has turned very close.

We can be quite frank around each other and not be put off  by what we say. When they invited me out yesterday, I thought it'd be just another window-shopping trip. We'd look at the lamps and say, "Oh yeah, this lamp with that shade" or "This would go great in my room."

UP XXXIII

What a weekend. So heartfelt.

Thirty-three/ Thirty-three/ Let me sue you for copyright infringement-ee

Don't. Fair Use, guys. 

Tunnels

Tunneling your way to my heart

In early May, I got in touch with an old high school friend of mine, Blake.

After some computer repair, we got to talking, and he let me photograph him a few days later. Since then, we've been hanging out, and the day after the photo shoot, I went out with some of his friends.

Hero Flux

Rated 18-S for sexually-explicit content

This past Thursday, I did another practice shoot with Blake.

An hour into the shoot, his friend, whom I'll call "B", joined us and we left to a park. An hour-and-a-half later, with gnats and mosquitoes biting, we went back to Blake's.

UP XXXII

What a week, huh?

They found those girls in Cleveland, people are angry at the burial of the older Tsarnaev brother in Virginia, and a kid from a suburb in Dallas tells his teacher off?