Forty Two, Pt. 4: Hung Like a Horse

It looks like it says "hung like a horn" here doesn't it? Well it actually says "horse!", just to clarify. We don't want any confusion. "Hung like a horn? What's that supposed to mean? Waaa." Get it right.

So the aforementioned stargazing on a rock while camping is documented here----------------------------------------->
Christy looks like a completely different (and creepy) person, Lauren is a giddy cancer patient, Charlie's face is just made up of completely horizontal lines, Hunter is tiny, I think Victor is hiding back there in the shadows, I'm a deer in the headlights, and Megan is just a lifeless corpse we brought along and slung out on the rock next to us to take pictures with. "HAHA! Let's get a picture of us with this dead body it'll be HILARIOUS. Everyone make a weird face!" I think that's how it went.

And yeah. Victor, Steven and I did set that camera up on a timer so we could take a Garden State-y picture on the very top of Twin Peaks. And yes, we really were yelling as loud as we possibly could into the 100 mph wind. Quite exhilarating...

Forty Two, Pt. 3: Blood, Alley Cats and BJs

I thought I was in the mood to write this right now, turns out I'm not. I could, hypothetically, save this as a draft and do it later but it's too late. I already wrote all of this and deleting it would just feel weird at this point. So too bad. But I'll keep it short to save you all from a depressing post.

From a health perspective, it was probably not the best idea to cut our hands with a dull metal pen cap then rub our blood together. I'm just saying, it isn't the most sanitary thing we could have been doing. Sober or not, it was lacking in good judgement...

Little did we know when this occurred that after the scabs healed and scarred they would create a bond not unlike that of the Dark Mark. Now, I'm choosing to refrain whilst I hide in the shadows gathering my strength, but one day soon, when I regain my powers I will press my finger to this scar and summon you to appear, my loves. Yeah that changed from a creepy Harry Potter rant to a Spoon song pretty quickly.

Now class.
Then back to this desk probably.
Then sleep.
Goodbye.

Forty Two, Pt. 2: The Heather Hunch

What a perfect picture for today. Heathercliff Huckstable Hatch, you just moved on from this little California town yesterday, and already I miss you. A lot. You're like a little sister to me and I'm sad to see you go- I mean, who else is going to be down for Masarus like every day? Or for making stupid voiceovers on everything? Or for creating a talk show while cradling Gucci the dog for hours? That's right, nobody. But I know you will be having a blast up north and enjoying the cold weather which I will be extremely jealous of...so I guess it's ok. As long as you come visit every so often.

Also, according to this page, Lauren's a rapist.

"NOT TRUE!"

"We'll see about that later..."

Do you want to know what happened later? Lauren raped. If someone raped, then that person is a rapist. Therefore, Lauren's a rapist.



YEEEEAHHH, 's'right!

Forty Two, Pt. 1: Planet Lemonhead

So these next few pages are connected by this colorfully-striped, curvy band thing- reminiscent of Mario Kart's Rainbow Road level- so I thought it appropriate to make this in parts. Plus the pictures are from the same day, so why not.

Sitting in Golden Gate Park, and that whole visit from Meggers and Heather actually, was one of the better memories I have from living in San Francisco. I think back to times like that and miss that place a lot. Then I think back to being awoken every morning by Shere Khan literally tearing up my mattress and knocking over metal jewelry-trees at 6 am, the scent of mildew and unwashed dishes piling up in the sink, sitting in classrooms full of pretentious hipsters who in reality are just fratboys and sororitygirls that smoke American Spirits and wear tight jeans, and I don't miss it so much..But the times I did have fun, I had a lot of fun. I liked my stoop. And that weather...I do miss that.

On a different note, thank Lauren Evans for that beauty of an art piece in the top left. My interpretation is a giant Lemonhead in space, with lips so large they have their own gravitational pull. It seems to be attracting a line of spiders, a butterfly, a sperm, a button, something else, a leaf, annnnd a meteor? into it's mouth. Oh, the things we learned during AP Comp. Was Jarocki aware that we just sat there laughing and drawing stupid things throughout that class every single day? I'm sure he was. I guess we redeemed ourselves in journalism...NOT.

Have to do this

Before it turns 12:00 and I forget...














That's all for tonight.
I'm the worst at this.

Forty One: Just in time.

It's almost midnight, oh no!

Ok, picture, just take forever to load in my time of need! There we go.


"It's your early present...SEXUAL PREDATOR!!"

Thanks, Chelsea.





















Made it.

Forty: In case you hadn't noticed...

My friend, Meggers, yeah, she wears kind of slutty clothes (like ripped leopard-print skirts and midriff shirts) and has a lactating nipple instead of a knee. She also has a kind of crack-y face. Oh, and my other friend, Christ-E, she stands on her hair instead of legs. Her hair follicles actually wear tennis shoes it's pretty crazy. She also has one really long arm with a kind of crab claw on the end. You'll only ever see South Caroline-A halfway behind a car seat with a giant bush of side-ponytail, Heathcliff does the splits in gymnastics jumpsuits on top of nudey babies like me. Aly has a human head with a ROBO-BODY AHHH! It's an odd bunch of deformed misfits heading to Morro Bay but you know.

I really only made this post just now because I challenged Christy to a post a day and I didn't want to lose on the first day...so take that, Christy! Thought you had me, didn't you...

Warning: Not a Page!

Cambria, mostly. from Madison O'Neal on Vimeo.



Here's a little vid I made today, I miss my friends. Love you all.

Thirty Nine: Mammaries

I just noticed how many different college sweatshirts are being worn on this page. Crap. The only non-school affiliated sweatshirt on here is that weird Mexican one Lauren's wearing that I somehow acquired a while ago...it's kind of bothering me that I can't remember where that came from. Oh well.

So aside from the sweatshirts, there is also a damn good memory behind each of these pictures. Number one would be 'Trashed Tuesday'. We have school tomorrow morning. What should we do? Drink, dance, and go to the gym inebriated at 3 am, of course! That was, by the way, the one and only time I have ever been to the gym drunk and it was quite the experience. It was completely empty aside from us, first of all. What I remember was Lauren benching in the weight room while I rolled around on the big training balls upstairs. Then blur. Then trying to convince Charlie to just let us sleep on the chairs by the pool. Then remembering, oh shit, we have to be at school in like three hours, we should go to bed. Good decisions.

Number two- camping after graduation. We spent so long staring at fire. I think my favorite part of that entire trip was deciding to hike out to the lake in the middle of the night and watch the stars. We all picked a buddy in case of bear abduction or something equally dangerous, trekked out in the pitch black forest, laid on a giant rock by the lake with our heads all together and stared up. I recall a moment of silence and feeling very happy to be bundled up on a rock with the people I loved.

Second favorite part of the trip was Victor chopping down a sapling with an axe.
How many times Megan got hit in the head with random objects.
Trying to throw sticks into a volleyball net and make them stick...that was when we were pretending to be Indians, I'm pretty sure.

Indians with volleyball nets.

Last but not least, Memorial Day Weekend some year in highschool. '07 maybe. It was most definitely one of the strangest nights of my life. We picked up some kids walking down the street (one of whom went by "Monkey") in Santa Barbara in the middle of the night and drove around town and mountains and ate french toast sticks and played in school playgrounds until finally ending up on the beach at sunrise. Then we took the kids home in the morning and drove back to Grover Beach where we were staying...it was all very odd.

Glad I could reminisce for a bit. Now back to the present.

Thirty Eight: Forkin' Around

V-BABY! These are pictures of Victor. Victor with me. Victor with a soccer ball. That hand is even modeled after Victor's...true story. So Victor Nava, we've been friends for a while now, housemates for a year, lovers for a century. Just kidding. Or am I. I did carry you like a baby up to your room multiple times when you were too weary to walk.

Good man!

So on a different note, I just returned home from a night in LA in a sick-ass townhome with strange brightly lit vents, Indian hair and toilets full of treasures. Loves it. Can't say there's anything I enjoy more than sitting around in strange places with my best friends keeping ourselves entertained.

So anyway, I flush the toilet, and happen to notice something silvery out of the corner of my eye shining in the swirling bowl. Of course I investigate. Run downstairs, grab a fork out of the drawer in the hotel room's kitchen, and yes, dig around in the toilet trying to get this jewel out. (It's stuck in the little hole that shoots water out when you flush so this was quite the process, mind you.) So I finally dig it out and it's just a gay little heart that obviously fell off of some kids cheap piece of quarter machine jewelry. In my disappointment, I returned the fork unwashed to the drawer I got it in, and went on my merry way.