Am I eating my hand?

Man that pencil smelled good

Once again captured by the lovely (not not very pretty) Devora.

Pay special attention to the state of my hair. I believe this was in the couple weeks before my history paper was due when I was still trying to sludge through How the Other Half Lives. Eventually I decided the sludge was too thick and my lack of motivation too strong. I surrendered and wrote my paper vaguely, earning a "B." Such is survival in the UC system.

Man that popcorn was good

Devora is particularly astute at capturing the whites of my eyes.

This photograph was taken at The Graduate, where my cry of "DONE WITH COLLEGE!" was met with applause and cheers of recognition.

Un cadeau

This is the face I made for my father for his birthday.

Mother took the picture.

The enthusiasm is rampant

So is the neck-bend.

No eyes is good eyes

This photograph was taken by Devora on the bus on our way to see Beowulf. The bus driver's name was Tyrell. He was teasing us for taking so many pictures, but he would have run away in fright if he laid eyes on this one:

Last day of college class

Gnaw


Burp


Poo