i hate my blog

Well, i can't say i'm excited to become a blogger...but i felt too much pressure from society and the media, so i finally caved. But who am i kidding, no one really wants to read anything i write...you jerks just want to look at pictures. So i'll take the advice Donald Trump* gave me and "give the people what they want"...

This is my room, the bunkbeds were as ghetto as the house, but not as ghetto as this blog...ya heard?

Well, these are the interns and directors...lots of weirdos in this picture...especially in the top right corner area

Me and Shania flashing some gang sign...i was shot shortly afterwards

Jenny, me, Philip and Ruthie at the UN building in NY. You can see Angelina Jolie taking the picture in the reflection of of gold sphere

Tyrik at the park in Camden. I'm pretty sure i saw a crack head taking a bath in there once...true story

Ruthie, Kyle, me, Vic and Zier in Philly 4th of July. Apparently its a holiday in the States...i was shot shortly after this pic too, because of the shirt

Me and Greg. I'm trying to look like a thug...which is cool to do in case you didn't know

My favourite pic of Quassen doing a back spring.

"The rock", where all 25 of us stayed...but the only thing that this house and Nicholis Cage's movie have in common was that they both sucked

New St. downtown Camden where we'd be ridin' dirty... whatever that means

Ben Frank Bridge. Philly's in the background, famous for cheese-steak, Rocky and the Fresh Prince...don't worry, i'd never heard of them either

Camp Saved 06






*Donald Trump actually never told me that. The only famous person i've ever met was Sisqo...and i wouldn't take any of his advice