//EDIT//
So I'm sick now... thanks to Elisa, and I had a nightmare where someone (just ONE person) gave me 0 eprops... I just wanted to note how sad and pathetic my life has become when 0 eprops are the focus of my nightmares.
\TIDE\

It's been a week since I posted, so I feel it's time to ease everyone's anticipation. Hoo-boy. Well today's post concerns the dance from LAST Thursday that a lot of the North Boys put on for Balto Week. All in all, it was a great success numbers-wise... a few technical difficulties and plenty of parking violations ensued, but whatev.

Todays pictures are going to have very little commentary by me, since I'm really too tired to come up with those damn witty repartees...

anyways, the dance was beyond words (for a dance)...

...unless the words were: drunk, hot, sweaty, dark, rap music, blown speakers, no microphone, twist & shout, "shut the fuck up," passed out girl, potential fights, bitzu rebirth, or ambulance.

Brian Erickson, Jay Huff (with his girl embraced), and Max Gag

Left: Victoria, Sara, and either Allison or Abbey... (sorry girls)
Right: William and Jerra along with the Cockrell (spelling?) Twins.

More Pictures...

Right: Garret's self picture

Left: Nick Naife rockin out... damn him shutting down his site.
Right: Cassandra Wiley and someone almost as hot.

Left: The Bitzu, himself Right: None other than Dooby

Left: A picture to bring a tear to anyone's eye.
Right: Even people from Memorial support Balto week

so this post was almost like Party Pics, minus the paying for pictures part... and the picture development part.... I have more posts lined up so keep an eye out.

Take care, all my good Xanga friends.

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

My pictures from the dance are gigantic since my camera was set to 1600x1200... so I'm resizing all of them and renaming them since I also saved them to the wrong folder and they'll overlap some of my other pictures if I use them as they are now.

In other news... I'll have to postpone my post till sometime next week because of two reasons:

1. Biology Test on monday and I haven't even started studying.

2. Apparently, my teacher praised my english paper as the "best written paper" out of my class, yet it "wasn't what she asked for..."

So that means by Monday I must be studied up on Biology AND have a brand new English final draft hot and ready to turn in tomorrow... I'm screwed.

Sorry for the major delays.

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

After hearing all the tales told of JT Turner's* desperation, I told myself that I would never partake in a High School event ever again after graduating. I normally would never support anything put on by North either, but it seems that tonight I'm going to cross two lines.

*-JT Turner is a senior 02 from Memorial. I doubt any of you know him, but he symbolizes the the tragic rise and fall persona perfectly.

"Why," you ask? Simple. It's North's Balto Weeks non-school sponsored dance tonight. And you all know I'm all about giving to charity. I've also been looking for a reason to sport the rainbow jacket.

Pictures will be taken, and pictures shall be posted.

The dance is at the Racket Room (at Rockin' Roller Rink) on Lincoln between 33rd and Memorial. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone there. And EVERYONE better be there. It doesn't matter if I know ya... it's for charity, people.

Don't disappoint me.

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

//EDIT//

If you want me to take your picture tonight, you better strike a mean dance pose.

\TIDE\

I finally fixed my computer so I can post/comment again...

anyways, I just wanted to point out something...


Click on this picture...

1558 people in EDMOND? Gah how come they aren't ALL commenting on my xanga.

Might I also mention that the cut off picture at the bottom is one of my buddies.

As a kid I was raised on some serious morals--I pretty much was forced to read the chivalric code over and over before bed or I'd be deprived of dinner the next day.

Ever since then, I've been driven to become a knight. Of course, knights aren't in high demand nowadays. As well, dragons are really good at hiding so if you ARE a knight it's hard to find one to slay. These minor details weren't going going to keep me from my goal, so I did the next best thing to becoming a real knight: I joined a Medieval reenactment club.

Here I am with a few of my new friends. Man I love these guys.

Actually... pleeease help me! I hate these guys! Someone hang out with me so I don't have to be with these guys anymore. All they do is talk in fake british voices (which were funny for a couple days). I found my phone, so someone call me.

Well folks, it seems I got so ungodly bored that I taught myself the basics of Photoshop...

here are some picture that came of it:

Max Gag - Fire Fist... I don't want to be fisted by this guy!

Well whenever I look at this picture, I think of what my afterlife will be like... Yes.. I'll still be taking pictures.

and my new background... groovy. That trippy background is the result of a math equation consisting of imaginary numbers... I think?

And my last one:

*- not a cry for help.

This doesn't mean I'm suicidal.. because we all know Taylor Wilson is not suicidal.

That unhappy face is more of a "bored out of your mind" face.

Talking in third person rules.

Taylor Wilson's going to be doing it more often.

tomorrow is supposedly "Not one damn dime day"

I think I'll fill up my tank and buy that video camera I've wanted just to spite this stupid idea.

I'll vent more about it tomorrow.

There are some things that are meant to be lost only so they can be found again.

No no no-- this post has nothing to do with love or sadness or any crap like that.. I won't do that to you guys... again. Instead, this post has to do with something I took for granted and can now appreciate to it's fullest... and I hope some of my older fans will appreciate it too...

..funny, the good things you find when you open your closest once in a while...

no more waiting; here it is in all it's glory:

It is back-- the Rainbow Jacket.

For my older subscribers, you all remember the times I've had in this jacket and I don't need to elaborate any for you on how much this thing means to me... but for you new folks...

This little diddy I found in a thrift store on 23 and meridian sometime between the dark ages and summer. It was only three dollars, so of course it was meant to be mine. When I wear this jacket, I become enlightened and I rise above all around me to reign over crazy house parties and crowded flea markets strewn about OKC. This Jacket was a crest to all the Xanga world to distinguish me from everyone else. Sure, perhaps it was some flamer's jacket before it entered my hands, but now it is MY jacket and now it's back in action.

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President

P.S. Thank you, Jordan, for worrying about me friday night. I wasn't doing too well and this girl stay on the phone with me to make sure I wasn't dead. Anyone that tolerates me that long is someone special.

I think I'm in love.

-EDIT-

With a Girl

-TIDE-

--EDITEDIT--

It was just a false alarm guys and gals. I don't actually love anyone more than anyone else. I mean it's not possible since I killed off my emotions when I became an assassin for the government in exchange for illegal ninja moves.

--TIDETIDE--

~Taylor Wilson, Staff President