if anyone really knew me they would have gotten me this for christmas

some semi-monumental moments in my 2010

i went to philly and stayed in a friend's dreamy apartment. we crammed five people in the car; i laid across two boys in the back seat. we drank wine and beer, bar hopped, roamed the streets drunk, stocked up on private stock (not something we are fortunate enough to have in the south), and ate philly cheese steaks. someone stole $500 dollars from my bank account when i left my debit card in the atm machine, so i witnessed the marvels of philadelphia with no money. if i could do anything i'd grab an old cutlass, steal gas and tour america with as little money as possible jack kerouac style. we took a day of our trip to drive up to new york city. it was the first time i'd ever been there and i always swore the first time i went i'd be so excited, i'd cry. i didn't do that.

i did something bad, so i didn't have much company on my birthday. but luckily meg was there, like she always is. i love you meg. thank you for making my 20th and 21st birthday great.

danielle got me a job at american apparel. i hate to give american apparel credit for anything but i met some of the greatest people through that job and i became happier. 

love you dee, kc, and jord

lina and danny had a black friday party †

summer was a shitshow. fourth of july was a shitshow. i drank a whole bottle of champagne before it got dark and then continued to drink countless beers until i got to danielle's house, threw up in her toilet, took a shower and passed out on her couch.

we went on wes' boat to really go out of summer with a bang. i got the most wasted i'd been since fourth of july, i think. it was one of the most memorable days. wes and i flipped his jet ski and were too drunk to flip it back right side up so a 9 year old boy had to help us. i was talking to wes' parents and fell out of my chair.

it was a good year hopefully i don't kill myself in 2011 auld lang syne

i went to the beach for the first time this summer with my family. before we left, my dad gave me my grandpa's old straw hat that he found when he died. it's strange how something so small could inspire me to take pictures. i had such a great time at the beach, drinking beer and eating good food with the people i'd save first if the world blew up. i read "the history of love" while i was there and began "everything is illuminated." jewish writers have such a knack for odd comparisons; subtle likes and ases. i also began noticing a difference between men and women writers. how women delve deeper into intimacy, describing how a person feels while men tend to get on with the story; jonathan safran foer being an exception because he seems to get deep into a certain emotion. he said something in illumintated about how we love because we love love, not because we actually love anything. my head is such a whirlwind. nashville is this weekend and i couldn't be more excited.