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Name: Max
Country: South Korea
Metro: Seoul
Birthday: 5/3/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: lemons, cards, music, more music, black, liquids, all things asian, the simpsons, most things jewish, damn nazi bastards, nirvana, the shins, wilco, death cab for cutie, hot hot heat, the postal service, alkaline trio, weezer, yeah yeah yeahs, blink 182, the minders, the faint, billie holiday, rilo kiley, the apples in stereo, the beatles, the white stripes, the flaming lips, iron & wine, the strokes, the killers, and more... kevin smith, quentin tarantino, soccer, skateboarding, snowboarding, skiing, winter, summer, guy ritchie, snakes, confusing relationships, chick pants, alarm clocks, movies, movies, and more movies, chess, chopsticks, korea, samurai swords, karate, pillows, chocolate, red liquorice, board games, round objects, furry objects, furry animals, calvin and hobbes, the OC, family guy, mix CDs, other stuff.
Expertise: Throwing down.......... your ass.
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AIM:  RadioCuredKamera
Member Since:
4/19/2004
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| So, this will probably be the last thing that I post here for a very long while. Not that there wasn't a long while between the previous post and this one, but the pause will probably be even longer... or maybe shorter. I'm not sure, it is left to be seen. Anyways, Facebook is simply much more addicting with it's easy to navigate layout, intuitive user interface, and photo features. Bravo Mr. Zuckerberg, bravo. Also, what could I possibly write that would entertain anyone who actually goes to the trouble of checking whether or not people have updated their Xangas? The answer, not much probably. In fact, the only interesting thing I can even think to say of in this post is that if anyone at all is interested in accompanying the Payton Boyz on their last annual snowboard/ski extravaganza at Devil's Head this year, please contact me. Rough estimate for the trip is early March. Happy Chanukkah. Cheers.
-Max
"If you don't pee on me right now I'm gonna kill myself."
-Griffin, talking to me during A.P. Art | | |
| Hey, it's a new photo! I actually had a lot more important stuff to put up here, but then I forgot all of it, or laziness kicked in, so instead I'll talk about college.
It sucks. But I did get accepted to MBU.
Also, a much more important revelation came about me last night, thanks to a piece of rather interesting information shared by Graham. That is: Graham is more of a woman than I am. Ask him about it, I'm sure he'll be happy to share. But this is the truth, I swear. I'm mad with the rhymes... like... a... bear. Cheers.
-Max
"Hey, I know you! You're that guy from that video!"
-Mari's dad's first comment to me (Planet Club wins at life!) | | |
| This has been quite an eventful weekend. Friday was Be Your Own Pet. Cruising the streets, looking really punk, and being badasses. The show was surprisingly good. Due to pestering from some girls, we ended up at the Logan Square Auditorium with about fifty minutes to showtime. There were about twenty other people there. But it did mean we were right up front for all three bands. Cococoma was kind of cool, 6 1/4 was pretty much the best thing about them. Then the Black Lips came on and played a really raucous set. What with the pushing, and shoving, and the guitarists (both guys) making out in extremity onstage, it was pretty hardcore. And then there was Be Your Own Pet. Jemina Pearl lives up to her hype, ridiculously attractive. They had a new drummer, who was sixteen, also ridiculous. And with the repeated stage dives, excessive accidental grinding, and Andrew caressing the guitarist's hair, it was a great set. After the show Carla got some drumsticks without having to bitch at little girls and we all got to meet the guitarist.
Saturday was Jew Year's Day. Rosh Hashanah. Although the morning was spent signing up for classes at Marwen with Andrew. Anyone else doing that? Family, food, delicious, little cousins, describe the rest of the day.
Addendum (Or things I apparently failed to mention):
I am a cannibal.
There was challah. It was good.
I am now in possession of my own shoes and Carla of hers. It was a sad goodbye.
I saw Lena Saturday. It was the best time of my life.
Cheers.
-Max
"You can't sing the song without doing the dance."
-Emily, on singing and dancing | | |
| So, the school year has started off fairly well. Good classes and no math equal great year. Three art classes equals a lot of art. And off campus lunch equals delicious.
It has been decided by Griffin and myself that repping the lunch period in which we are in will be most appropriate for expressing the intimidation we wish to convey through hand motions. No longer will we steal the gang signs of others, but rather through up the 6th Period Block and get some respect.
Another endeavor to start the year off right: try to make prison hooch. While trying to come up with an idea for an art project about grocery store items, Griffin decided that making prison hooch (alcohol that desperate prisoners make) would be a good idea. Essentially it involves fermenting rotten fruit with sugar and heat, then filtering and drinking the result. As one website described it, it's like drinking dog vomit out of a dirty hubcab. Whenever this plan comes to fruitition, I expect it will be... interesting. So onward with senior year, 'cause we're mothafucking seniors! Cheers.
-Max
"Yes, borrow the CDs from my Box of Shame, not the CDs I actually like."
-Graham | | |
| This summer has ended far too quickly and left me in it's wake with a pile of homework to do, college applications to worry about, and a hollow sans-Claire feeling. I'm really jealous of the Max three weeks ago. Summer, I shall miss you. Cheers.
-Max
"Oh god, you guys have a psychic ability to insult me."
-Graham, on how Carla and I say insulting things at the same time | | |
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