fun stuff!

ok so we start the night right by seeing who can take the worst picture of ryan eating cheese less pizza.



take 1


take 2


take 3 (winner!!!)


and then it was off to studio b to see optimo! hooray. they had a fog machine and these lovies showed up as well:



and oh man... fog machine brings out the beasts for sure









we were having an awesome time because the touching only increased exponentially! (touching=fun?) I have a legit series of photos that make it look like we spent the majority of thie night clutching each other. which we probably did.





(good one ryan!)







anyways some things.

anna is adorable:


nick has two D.U.I.s:


Noah wore cool shoes:


the end.

ok so these kids that are pretty cool but are usually trapped in Boston escaped to hang out with me this weekend and it was glorious.

first we went to my apartment to kill a few hours and to get properly soused. and then it was time to get dressed up and we had a good time raiding my closet and dressing everyone up in my clothes (boys and girls alike), and then we started taking silly pixures so it was almost time to go...
we also made up retarded names for ourselves. well Marisa and I already had them... but yknow. so.
Marisa= M-RZA
Kelly= K-MUN
Adam= A-ROCKET
and me= carofffine. dur.

so yeah.. presenting (duhn! duhn! duhn!) M-RZA and A-ROCKET


and with K-MUN!


ok. so judging from all the touching that was going on we were officialy krunk enough to hop in a cab and head over to my fave rave savalas. and. break. shit. down.








adam was serious about representing with the Sean John boxers. so serious.


so yeah. we were THOSE kids at the bar. I requested Justice vs. Simian maybe a thousand times, yelled at strangers who werent dancing enough (by my standards), yelled at anyone who I didnt know who touched me (accidentally), and you know the rest. this is probably one of my most favorite pictures of marisa ever.

i'm not really sure what this means...


i convinced this girl that i was someone more important than i really am. so she made me re-take her picture maybe 3 million times. just in case she ever does flukishly find this blog...


some chick thought that we were really cool and took pictures of us taking pictures of ourselves. doesnt get much better than that. especially when we look so ravishing.


danky danky danky down




and then this good man, who from what i gather was the boyfriend of the girl who we tricked into thinking that we were cool bought me shots.



and then wrote his girlfriends contact info all over my arm. (dont worry, i sharpied him back with my blog address)


the end.

i should be doing mad homework right now because this weekend i went home and didn't do anything besides rock the fuck out.

like so:

Noah came with and we met up with the College Park posse and went up to Baltimore to Sonar to see The Rapture and rave to Flosstradamus. and that went a little something like this....
















And after all of that nonsense it was off to the *afterpartaty* which was supposed to be in the lounge in the club but the po came and broke us all up. So then it was off to the Sheraton where Nayeem (spelling? Anna? Anyone?) of SPANKROCK fame had a room. That had a queensize room, a plasma tv, and like 5 bottles of straight up ligga being passed around and chugged by two dozen something sweaty trashed kids. That looked a little like this:





Anyways, by the time we got back to UMCP at like 5 in the morning i was certified out of my brains socket for sure. So Noah and I were all like blah blah we're from New York and wandered around until the wee hours of the morning and I tagged the turtle in front of the library. The end.