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Hey guys.

So this is Walker and that’s Eliot, and they’re the main characters of the book I’m writing. Aren’t they cool? Don’t you want to hang out with them?

Guess what? You totally can, because my book is currently a project on Inkshares, which means that you can help…

A friend of mine if writing a novel. It’s pretty awesome. Please help her out, if you can (if you can’t give money, at least give this a reblog).

(Also, sorry to be MIA. Two words: Grad School. Will try to revive this soon.)

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Casual Friday (sorry to be MIA—July was quite busy)

Weather’s cooled off some, so I pulled out my Levi’s—I’m hoping fall will come early this year. 

  • Shirt: NY&Co
  • Jeans: Levi’s 501s 
  • Belt: Kohl’s (Croft and Barrow?)
  • Watch: Kohl’s (Studio)
  • Shoes: Rackroom Shoes (xAppeal)

Cheers.

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New Suit, New Tie, New Haircut.

It’s hard for me to look right at the camera, so I’m trying to make myself do that a little more. Well, okay—it isn’t looking at the camera so much as looking at the picture itself, looking at myself frozen and full on. It’s not like looking in a mirror. There’s something less familiar about it. It’s almost like hearing my own voice recorded—it’s strange, foreign, a little uncomfortable. “Really, do I look like that?” I think. Yeah, I suppose I do.

And I think I’m starting to be okay with that.

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I rewatched Rebel Without A Cause the other day and was reminded how much I fucking love James Dean. 
I’ve been meaning to buy some new plain white tees for a while and finally got around to it last week. I was pleased to discover I can fit in men’s size small Slim Fit Hanes.
And yes, to certain non-believers out there, I do, in fact, actually wear t-shirts. 

I rewatched Rebel Without A Cause the other day and was reminded how much I fucking love James Dean. 

I’ve been meaning to buy some new plain white tees for a while and finally got around to it last week. I was pleased to discover I can fit in men’s size small Slim Fit Hanes.

And yes, to certain non-believers out there, I do, in fact, actually wear t-shirts. 

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New bow tie (Tommy Hilfiger).

What I would have worn to the party I decided not to attend tonight. A large part of me wanted to see the old gang, but I know if I’d gone, I would have just realized (again) we’re all not on the same wave length anymore, and I would have wished I’d just settled for remembering the old times and not tried to relive them.

On a higher note, I was at work today, and an older gentleman came up behind me and said, “Son, do you work here?” And I turned to him and said, “Yes sir,” and then he actually got a good look at me. I hoped he’d just let it pass and ask me what he was going to ask me, but no such luck. “Oh,” he said, squinting. “Jeez, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you very well.” I told him it was fine, and we moved on, but I wished I could explain to him how fine it really was, that he’d seen me quite well, actually, that he’d given me a little pick-me-up just as the tedium was starting to set in. It was a variation on the common “mistake” people make when they address me that I’d never heard before—“sir,” sure, but never “son.” A term of endearment, what my grandfather will sometimes call my dad and my brother. It was kind of nice—I liked it.   

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In celebration of today’s bit of progress. Here’s to hoping they make the right decision regarding scout leaders too. 

I found this shirt at Good Will back in high school. The troop number sealed it. Thirteen was—and, all things considered, still is—my lucky number. 

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Celebration Day (congrats, Kori).

Celebration Day (congrats, Kori).

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Casual Thursday (Happy Birthday Tom).

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A suit’s a good way to make a good first impression, yeah?