Seventeen:

the age of champions.
(angsty, cranky champions.)

Forensics meet

Ryan Helm

The green-tounged wonder.

Regina Spektor

Do not hate on my poor show photography skills because:

a) The stage is really high.
b) I was only allowed to shoot 3 songs.
c) The show was freakin raaaaaad.

We learn about Slinkys in physics.

Hello February 25th!

eventful...

Soup Eatin.

Youth group joinin'

thug... thuggin...?

Church "Dollar Auction"

not a photo!

2:00 marks my third cup of coffee, the 2nd hour I have been awake, and the first mean glance my mother has thrown today.

2:15 marks Henry the Yorkshire Terrior whining and barking the way he does when things get tense in the house

2:19 marks the two or three sips left in that coffee too cold to continue sipping.

2:21 marks my mother's arrival on the couch beside the computer.

2:22 marks her questions about my father

2:23 marks tears rolling down her face

2:24 marks, "because YOU started it, Marshall!"

2:25 marks complete confusion.

2:27 marks good music from pressing shuffle, and a wisdom-tooth pain!

Life moves fast, which is acceptable.

something...

It is by no means a masterpiece. I have better photos of kids in desks and teachers teaching and my friends looking happy, but I just refuse to put them up.

There IS a good picture in that moment, it's just not with my car window, and the traffic light turning green, and cars honking at me.

happy friday, friends.

(my name is marshall and I post a lot of excuses.)

my mother and friends.

"Well, Caroline's in the Bahamas, and she said if you've made travel plans-- to cancel them!"
"Oh, it's just awful! I had friends that went and came back with their clothes fitting looser! They were afraid to eat anything!"
"The poverty is just unbearable! And they live that way!"
"Well, Neil and I went on our honeymoon, but, you know, you just stay in the resort and that's it."

Some people live, and some people live in a resort. And some people are ignorant.

sooo whatever

this picture is funny and cool and it tells a story but it's not anything different.

it will come, I promiiiiiiise.

hood on my head.

I promise I will handle this whole picture thing a little later. Today is great. I just walked around my house singing Weezer. Come sit next to me. Pour yourself some tea. And during school it was Joanna Newsom. All day long you talk about mercy. Lead me to water, Lord, I sure am thirsty. My voice sounds weak, but happy. It's shaky but it's brave even to be radiating through the halls of my ancient school and tired house. And I land where I always land, especially lately, with Regina Spektor. We’re living in a den of thieves, rummaging for answers in the pages. We’re living in a den of thieves. And it’s contagious, it’s contagious.

Preds Game

I know,

I know, I know.

It is typical, and it doesn't tell any kind of story, and it is not really even that composed all that well... but it's the first thing I saw all day that was beautiful, and the first thing I saw all day that made me feel. So, sweeping clouds and tiny lights it is, okay?

Snowboard.

Concussions are bad.
But, look at this puppy. Are you kidding me?

Math is haaarrrrd.

Look, all of these pictures are looking the same to me. I officially promise that next week, there will be some creative pictures of something different. I'm not saying every day... I mean, let's not get carried away here.

ALSO!!!!! Ski trip this weekend means so photo on Saturday, but hopefully several Sunday. =]

Valentine's Day

Junior Year.

rough patch

This is how it works

Better Comes Along

Hi.

I explode, I explode, I explode.I am in love with.

Suspended!

eh...

Precal, Postbore.

PS- BFF = 17.

Because we chill on rooftops, and sleep on trampolines.
Because you are addicted to Panera and Diet Coke and Sweet tea.
Because you will visit me at college even if it's cold.

Because we turn math projects into lessons about presidental assassinations.
Because, hell, you are Baptist and I say whatever the fuck I want in front of you.
Because your hiccups sound like tiny animals being strangled.
But mostly, because you call 'em like you see 'em, and you're not afraid.
abrazos, chica.

Creative Writing/Dreaming

God bless Blake Wallus.

Little boys.

mmm, teen-hood.

Dad Days.

I go to high school.