further laze and a good pair of shoes

yeah it became another day watching the boys ramp skate. marc told me you're either a genius at ramp skating or flat surface skating and he's a flatty. that could be applied to anything in life though, applied vs. theoretical, circumcised vs. uncircumcised, physical vs. organic, etc.
we drove over to the skate park on 2nd and the interstate. near that dog park k? and also trey's dogs scare the living daylights out of me ever since marc was bitten and dogs can smell fear or whatever bullshit that is obviously a myth. so i chose to climb over their trashcan and seven foot tall fence instead of going through the house.
i sat underneath the trees upside down and watched a group of oldies drink beer across from me. marc's friend jimmy said hello and we shared a beer on the grass. it was green breezy summer day.
then yesterday became dumpster diving time at the dorms. marc picked up a shitty skateboard and i picked up a purple radio with cd player. we're going back today with a car to get that old tv, entertainment center and tiki bar. also we're pissing on the interior dorm walls since they left all the windows open. i've got to make sure to bring my good shoes to trashcan party.
and last night's party was every inch of misplaced snobbery, cigarette smokey and messy fucked tanked behavior that occurs at every chloe deathany party we've been to previous.

i craved girl companionship ridiculously after last night. i need a girlfriend to waste time with.

pictures will be up sometime today and oh yeah, we're doing dear diary stuff today plus watching 10000 bc at the dollar theater PLUS PLUS lauuuuuuuuuuundry day! shoot me.