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Uploaded by on Jan 22, 2012

Didn't think to introduce yourself? Annotations!

Apologizes go to, grammar, spelling, the viewer, and timing!

Ready? I thought. Ready for what? Ready for the enthralling brilliance of a life felt fulfilled with danger and a endurance? Ready for a change to the mundane involvements of a week by week basis. Shower, study, sleep, work, repeat? Am I ready for what could possibly be the rapture of an existence made desirable? Am I ready for some football?
However, I didn't really think this or say it for that matter. I didn't need to say anything that wasn't associated with the words "Oh my god". It comes in variations, "Oh my Lord" "OMG" "What the hell" "What the fuck" "What is this", the list goes on but the expression remains the same. Scrawled up eyebrows, perhaps a drop in colour, a crinkled up nose, and then a wild back and forth to see if there is perhaps a snickering friend behind a nearby tree, someone with a red marker, or a wavering neon light dancing upon your clothes.
And I did all these things as I picked up the photo. After a close examing of the jacket I wore in the photo I distinguished that it was the same tan suede coat that I was sporting. Although, who was I kidding. Only a makeup artist from Dawn of the Dead could recreate my bulbous nose, permanently cracked and protruding at the bridge from a tussle in grade school and six perfectly aligned small moles that resembled the Cygnus constellation on my jawline.
I pulled out an umbrella stowed after a blissful Al Roker forcasted gloomy skies for my neck of the woods, and attempted to hide beneath it, head pushed against the metal pieces, walking at extremely fast ahead for a good few minutes until I distinguished concrete not used in the park. Situation necessitated agility for these kinds of things, I should say, but fumbling nervous feet instead knocked me in to the back side of a large man. I muttered "Sorry" but he didn't exactly move out of the way, placing a hand on top of my shoulder.

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