For Nasty Nate's bachelor party, we went deep sea fishing. From this picture, you'd think I was the only one who got sick from the super rocking waves (which broke the main engine on that boat!):

And yes, Han was mocking me. I'd have punched him the nads, but I was afraid any movement would cause me to dry heave some more.

And here is a picture of Nasty Nate (center, getting married tomorrow!!!!!) and the "best men" (more on this tomorrow).

Tony, Fred, Nasty Nate (Alex), Me, Yush, Han

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I really think this song is beautiful:

This was the song that inspired my last crappy short story at 3am (I had listened to that song all night, then I just had this scene that I wanted to get down on paper).

There's one line in this song that resonates with me: "if you let go, then that's where time will stand." How many moments have I captured in my mind, like a Polaroid... just replaying that scene over and over again? Moments of great personal triumph, of failure, and of crushed hopes? Being back in NC has unleashed a flood of emotions and nostalgia for moments and peoples past ...

Anyways, the lyrics to the song:

Jimmy Eat World - Firefight
this is where our diligence has lead
the waves roll in to claim our patient steps
can we become more than just ourselves?
and leave the sand, our want, our will, our doubt

it's firefight, i won't run
there's spit and spite all through my blood
for you and me, there's nowhere left to hide
except you and me, there's no one else alive

this is now the moment after next
all these still the eyes of the temptress?
why open the door if you won't go?
don't ask twice if you don't wanna know

is there an answer?
and if it's an honest one, honestly worth it's question
there's no question
the city as my witness
i am who i wanna be, but you could be anything
just be anything here with me
love is quartz and breath the second hand
if you let go then that's where time will stand

it's firefight, i won't run
there's spit and spite all through my blood
for you and me, there's nowhere left to hide
except you and me, there's no one else alive

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I've been surrounded by a lot of different type of people this week - (student) crusaders for environmental reform, people going through personal struggles, and creative photog types. It's refreshing to be surrounded by such diversity, simply because I can talk about some other things besides work and computers. I can feel the creativity flowing again.