Mmhmm.

Woohoo. Happy St. Patty's day.

Killer birthday. Grahr.

Happy birthday to Kellyyyy...even though she will never read this in her life!

and just so you all know, this post is kind of about the day before yesterday...I'm not a stupid head that got the date of St. Patty's day wrong.

Okay, I know it was Shawn's birthday, but we were all going to walk around and take pictures...and then like, Shawn and Nate Z. were not behind us...so we just took good pictures.

I don't know why having a camera automatically means we have to take emo pictures, but you know, it's fun doing to shy childish pose, so why not.

Hey! Shawn did make it in one. Okay, well hi Shawn. Happy birthday.

Some pictures decided to be small, so when I make them all the same size, they get all pixely. Oh, you pixely little rebel, you. Maybe I'll just have to change the size according to each photo's personal needs...

Okay, I find it entertaining how Shawn is like, hovering there, and Eric and Matt are all insanely jumping and stuff...

I felt the need to make this one bigger...

I don't know what happened, but we were supposed to all be in the air again...

Here's some more attempts that were worth posting:

I like Nate's face in that one.

Then a few of us went to Eric's house and went down to his room and were all like, "Woah! Look at the spider web!" And there was a giant spider web all the way across the basement, and then leading into the doorway of his room...that picture is part of his door.

That picture also does not capture what was actually going on either. There were so many spider babies everywhere. It was gross and it made me wiggle around and scratch myself a lot, and whenever I think about spiders now I get all itchy.

That's more like how it was...and they would lower themselves off of the doorway constantly, and it was hard for me to get myself to go past the doorway because I imagined going through and then coming out with like, eight spiders inside my shirt.

GROSS. Itchy. GAH. I'm done.

In other news, we are incredible, and we can get questioned and stalked by a friendly policeman.

Meow.

Number nine?

Number nine?

          ~Richard