seven pounds.

I watched this movie last night. Very powerful. Will Smith is an amazing actor. And I love Rosario in it. I didn't understand the title at first...but as the movie progresses it becomes obvious, and somewhat literal.

for you leenon. you're welcome.

Go Chargers.

annual julian getaway.

Every Christmas Eve, my father takes my bro and I to Julian for breakfast and apple pie. Unfortunately my brother had to work this time, so Tommy came along for the ride. We ate at the Julian Cafe for breakfast. Good home breakfast cookin' fo' certain'. Monster portions. I had the Julian Omelette which consisted of sausage, bacon, mushrooms and cheese, served with a heart-shaped biscuit and a side of breakfast potatoes. Shortly after breakfast we walked down the street to the Julian Pie Company and ordered half a dozen original apple pies. Quite frankly the best apple pies I've ever tasted. After ordering the pies we headed over to Santa Ysabel and hung out at the casino for awhile. I had no idea this casino even existed. They have a poker room too, but my dad said this place is so dead that no one is never even in it. We played shuffleboard, pool, and had a few dranky dranks. Very small place, but cozy.

Ann's Birthday.

Ann's birthday was a couple of months ago, but I'm just now getting the pictures. It was supposed to be 80's theme. I was told several times I looked like a ninja turtle. Bastards. At least I had a good time. Here are Ann's incredible photoshop skills...

perfect timing.

Bloc Party continued...(pictures from Tommy and Toe-Knee)

Ok. So. After one of the most amazing concerts I have ever been to, we get hit with a little bit of bad news. Tommy dropped his keys in the mosh pit. If anything could ruin Tommy's night, that would be it. At this point, we're all drunk. Tired. And hungry. We grab some mexican food a few blocks down. We talk about how unbelievable Bloc Party is. How good this mexican food is tasting right now. And how the hell Tommy lost his damn keys. It tainted the night just a tad. We all decide to go back to the car, and head back over to the House of Blues, in hopes that after everything was clean, maybe they somehow managed to find Tommy's keys. We park on the next street down, and Tommy and Freddy run down to see if his keys are there. Unfortunately, they were unable to find Tommy's keys. However, their timing was impeccable, because guess who those two lucky mothafuckas saw getting ready to leave???

Lead singer Kele Okereke !!

DAAAMN. I was like 30 seconds away with my seatbelt on hahaha. And it is in fact a happy ending, because they found Tommys' keys later that night and he picked them up the next day.

bloc party @ the house of blues.

The entire night was a blast. All of these pictures are with my phone...so they're not the greatest quality. Imma try to steal some pictures from tommy's camera.

tommy. jason. corey.

blurry. toe-knee. jason. fred.

a wall display of wine bottles. i thought it looked cool.