chuck

olympics.

chuck.

olympics.

chuck.

chuck.

chuck

chuck.

half a season later, olympics.

chuck.

enjoy chuck - or, sarah. 

yeah, that's why i haven't been posting lately. sorry!

so much space to write, so little going on..or something like that.

let's see.

in chicago, i needed a tie, so i borrowed my grandfather's tie, from his closet; but when i opened the closet, i found sixty journaled years in moleskin-type booklets.

i felt inspired, so now i do it; matt, no, i didn't steal it from you, although i realize now that you do it often - i stole it from my grandfather.

moving on, the have a new uniform code at work: khakis and a white top. ugh! i liked dressing up; now i have to go to express and get new pants. ugh.

one more thing. my dad told a family friend about my desire to pursue photography; turns out, there is a great school (sam houston state university) that offers a likewise great photography program. anyways: he is offering me three years of room and board - probably FREE. plus he is a super genius at computers, and he knows a lady with a multimillion dollar photography studio, that, at his word, would be willing to take me on as an apprentice. can you imagine that?

oh, now on to more chuck.