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.