Hella: 09

grandma with mug

school started so it is only fitting that i post this

9th grade was a very turbulent time for me. My foggy mental state perpetuated intense laziness through my school experience, earning me FAILs in all my classes except P.E. As a result, my parents sent me to private school, fearing that I would continue my delinquency to the point of boulder-sized mental inertia. Fast-forward to '09. My grades are better but the majority of my peers at STAR Prep Academy are "socially challenged" twelve year olds.

My school is also right next to the Culver City skatepark, which was once the city's only redeeming factor before the city locked it down because of helmet law neglect.

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A red VW bug takes on the government...

On August 18th, a deranged middle aged man named Joseph Moshe was chased from his home by Government cars. The chase was incited by his prank calls to the White House that attracted enough of the F.B.I.'s attention to bring them to his front door. As soon as they knocked he booked it, fleeing to the 405 north and getting off in my neighborhood, Westwood. When I arrived I was told that Joseph had already bellied the police's efforts to subdue him in the form of two tear gas canisters shot into his car. I stayed for another two, at the end of which the police stated, had the suspect "crossing his fingers and shaking." In total, I think the guy was cooped up in his tiny car for eight hours. Because of the nature of a standoff, the entertainment really peaked when I got on top of a parking structure and actually saw what was going on:

that's tear gas. a tiny bit of it blew up to where I was standing and made me cry.

as close as i could get on the street:

hella cops

photoless

If it wasn't for the megalomaniacal convictions of eighteen year old television actors, this post would contain photos of the beach, a poolside hangout, Jack in the Box's "ultimate gaming package sweepstakes" poster, and a ridiculously platitudinous teenage house party. (A beer pong table was set up facing the front door, tall drunk blonde girls made out when commanded to by even drunker alpha males, overweight party patrons clung to their attractive and outgoing friends, etc.) Documentation of the aforementioned attracted to me no hassle. It was when I took a candid photo of a crowd on the patio that these kids felt that their privacy had been threatened. "Who took a photo? I don't like photos of me smoking," Sarah Hyland (who has held supporting roles in SVU and the completely negligible comedy series "Lipstick Jungle") yelled at me. I was able to fumble around her verbal attack, not realizing her status and sensitivity as a Z-list celebrity. It was about fifteen minutes later when Sterling Knight approached me and asked to inspect my camera. He seemed sort of baffled when I informed him it was a film camera and therefore could not delete pictures taken with it, and somewhat uneasy when I assured him that no paparazzi magazine would ever get their hands on the photos. Apparently my word was not enough for Mr. Knight, who had my roll of film straight up DESTROYED. The only thing left to do now is to rise to the top of the showbiz world and upstage these two little creepers: