Unloading me pictures! The beach and the dance

All these pictures are on Webshots also, so pick your poison.

Anyway, I've been at Chapel Hill for about three weeks now. Sorry for not updating more; I'll try to do it a bit more often, especially since I've been using my camera more now (took pictures of the Wisconsin game -- that was just pitiful. AND it was my first Carolina football game either. AND I went a bought a t-shirt just for the occasion. Too bad they don't warn ya that there's a pretty good chance we're gonna get our asses kicked, because then, mayhap, I wouldn't have wasted the 6.95, or whatever the hell it was).

But first, to recap some summer pics: Connie and I recently had our nice little trip to the beach (Wrightsville Beach and downtown Wilmington). It was her first time since she was, like, three or something like that. I don't know how she managed that one.


Here she is in a moment of beach zen. Making sand sculptures like a little girl'll do that to you :).


And this is a group shot of us on the beach. I got horribly sunburned after that and look red in all subsequent photos. Lara says, and this is really weird, that Connie looks like her in this photo. Riiiiiight.


And of course I wore my sand t-shirt to the beach. It's ironic. Get it? Of course you do.

Speaking of which, today I saw the Marxists selling their little newspapers by the pit, and I made the mistake of making eye contact. The woman called to me, "Interested in Marxism?" and I was like, "Eh, no." But I stayed a little too long and had to ask, "Isn't it a little ironic that you guys are SELLING your newspapers?" And the man marxist, who had been on the phone, looks and me and says, "No, they're only 50 cents. It'd be IRONIC if we were selling them for a million dollars". He sounded pissed. Apparently, they get that a lot. Oh, Marxists.

Now the next set of photos is from the 90s dance. Only Connie and I ended up going to it (at Wetlands on Rosemary), and it was indeed rocking, but Lara and Sarah also dressed up to go.


This would be 90-fied Sarah and her lovah, Jasonian. Don't they make a cute couple?



And of course, this is Connie and me decked out. Okay, I'm not decked out. I had no idea what to wear -- it's not like I have a versatile wardrobe or anything. So I put my sand shirt over a button-up one. Wow, I have GREAT fashion sense. And I was goddamn hot too at the dance. Speaking of which, Connie says I make her dizzy. With my wack dancin' skillz, yo. You betta check it OUT!

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And finally, we have the piece de resistance, Connie's masterwork, what she spent HOURS at the beach crafting while she wasn't getting scared of the waves -- perhaps mankind's greatest work of art since the Mona Lisa -- a SAND TOMATOHEAD:


Look upon me, ye mighty, and despair! That's what he's saying.

And that's it for now. Enjoy the photos, and I'll (or Lara'll) post again soon.