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Monday
May092011

Time to Effing #GetItOn: My first date!!!

Wore Effing Gear's "Burnout Hoodie" on the date. SOOO soofftttttttttttt!! Click the pic for more info!SOOOOOO!!! If you guys haven't heard, I am conducting a new social experiment after my epic 103 dates by using OKC. I am still trying to find the organic root of attraction, but now taking the experiment offline while documenting it still online. You can read more about it here ... and read the rules here.

Night one was an epic epic epic fail hahaha ... but night two wasn't so shabby!!! I actually met a boy!! Read how we were introduced here ...

And now ... onto the next part - the actual date ... with a guy ... that I met at a bar ... amazing.

So, at 1:57 he texted me asking if we were still on for tonight. I was super super super elated as again, I very genuinely wanted to see this guy again, but you just never know at a bar when a guy says he is going to call you if he actually will. Totes one of those - I live life very much in the now not in the expected future. Was trying to stay grounded which is SUPPERRRR hard for a chickie that develops a crush on a boy. HAHAHA!!

I go to my event, and good lord, I was nice and toasty. I was at #droidchargederby for the entire afternoon, and it was sponsored by Grey Goose. When he texted me for my address I said you lucky lucky bastard - I've already been drinking all afternoon. HAHAHA!!! Fortunately though, two hours had passed in between the event and the time he was picking me up - so I sobered up. Goodness gracious, those drinks were DAANNNGGERRROOUUSS!!! (More on that event later btw)

He picks me up, and I finally ask where we are going (+1 brownie points btw for not having me plan the date. I don't plan anything ... ever. It's not in my personality; my friends invite me places and I just go. I don't care enough about whatever it is that I'm doing to actually be proactive and plan - dude, I have fun evverryywhheereeeeee)- he said, a sausage place and an arcade!!! I laughed, I said, you weren't kidding? We're really going to an arcade??? Do you understand right now you are climbing the charts of being one of my new favorite people???

He laughed saying he had never ever taken a chick to an arcade before. I was like ummmmm are you kidding? Shiny things, competition?? DONNNNEEEE!!!!! Yo ass is goin' DOWNNNN!!!

He took me to this sausage place downtown - and not only had I never been there, BUT there were 9 people checked in on Foursquare upon arrival. NINE!?!?! +2 brownie points for finding a place that I've never heard of with so many nerdy people checking in. Totally hot.

OH and I also unlocked a new badge as well!! Like seriously?!?!?! +1!

 

We had to wait in line for a while (as it is cafeteria style where you order first then go and sit down. don't let that fool you though, this place was AHHHH-MAAAZZIINNGGGG), but it didn't really matter. He's super easy to talk to. He's so funny - he got so confused with my verbiage. I busted out some IRL-ness, totes, word to the bird jellyfish ... haha, he goes, I'm going to need a translator to understand your nerd speak.

It was hot. He's not really a nerd - a writer, (works in production as well) and deeply deeply sarcastic ... but isn't down with anything social media. For reals, Facebook yeah, twitter no, foursquare hell no. I tried explaining to him the benefits of using location based social media to tell stories etc, and it looked like his head was about to explode. It was pretty funny. Normally, that would have been a massive turn off, but on him it was endearing. He genuinely didn't know, and didn't ask me a ton of questions about it either (as it can be totally lame to have a guy that you want to bone consistently ask you about managing their personal brand, etc. If I'm trying to have sex with you, please don't ask me for hashtag tips. Yes, it is my passion, but I don't scream out oohhh babbyyy tweettttt meeeee as I'm having sex. I want to turn my brain OFF!)- it was more, hey little lady whatever knocks your socks off. To each their own. HOT! He gets it.

I ordered the Santa Fe jalapeno sausage, haha despite everyone SWEARING by the rattlesnake sausage - I just couldn't do it. I loves me some spicy food anyway, so I was game.

We got to talking about high school, and it was funny - he was the captain of his basketball team. This dude is TALLLLL btw. Not like freaky levels of tallness, but good head to shoulder ratio if I am in heels (which btw, totally rocked my hooker boots. Yep, no vans either).

I told him we would never have been friends in high school - I was in and out and totally focused on my studies - not in any group. Literally, I wasn't even in the nerd clique in my high school ... I had no friggen clique. LAMMMMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

It kinda got me thinking though about the archetypes we grew up with. Will the nerdy chick always be attracted to someone like the captain of the basketball team since it was something that was unattainable to us in our youth? Are we conditioned that way and then on a search for it as adults?? He had a presence about him that DEFINITELY suggested he was the captain of the basketball team without being douchey. He owns it without having to tell the world; he's very unassuming but not a wallflower, that's for sure!!!! I dunno, but that DEFINITELY rung a bell in my head when he said that. There's gotta be something there ...

We leave the sausage place two beers in our bellies and looking forward to some major arcadeness. Unfortunately however, the first arcade we went to closed like 5 minutes into us playing. Dude, Spring Arcade - they literally turned off ALL the electricity at 10pm. SUPPERRRR lammmeee!!! BUT, fortunately, I did get one game of Sega Rally in and I pwned his ass. WAAHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Totally beat his time. Like so much so, he should be ashamed of himself.

We got back in the car feeling a little bit disappointed that we couldn't have more of an epic adventure in arcadeness- so we popped on our phones (he had the EVO 4G, to my now two Droid Charge, and motorola 1st generation Droid) to find another arcade open for us to play in.

ANNNNDDDDD we were in luck! Japan arcade not too far away - and open til 11pm. PERRFECCTTT!!!!

HAHAAH we get there, and omg - it's totally in this super creepy looking mall. It would actually be an amazing place to shoot a zombie movie with a mall scene, because its that quintessential looking mall ... but not a SINGLE chain store, and pretty much nothing I have ever heard of. Dude, the store names weren't even in English!!!!

Whatevs, again, not mad at it - but just laughing my ass off. Where the hell is this dude taking me?!?!?! +2 points for epic adventures.

We get to the Japan arcade and ommmmgggggggg their games were hilarious. Dude, look - again NOOTHIINNNGGG in English!!!

HAHAHAHA we kept trying to play two player games to go head to head, but we were like ummmm where's the 2P option? OMG it was so funny - I had no idea what was going on (so what else is new ...).

We then played some air hockey, and he schooled my butt - which was cool that he didn't do the guy thing of letting the chick win; I don't like that shit ... I really really really enjoy a good challenge.

Anywho, then we played some Street Fighter II which YESSS was in English!!! HAHA!! 2P option as well. I was Chun-li, obvs, and kicked his butt in the first game and then got mine kicked in the second. I am totally one of those chicks that has NO game when it comes to arcade play. I literally just keep poking, pushing, and pulling until I figure something epic out. HAHAHA - so sad.

I literally cannot begin to tell you how hot all of that arcade playing made me. It was SERIOUS foreplay!!!!! I literally wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there and just go at it like there was no tomorrow. So fucking hot!!!!

We then left the arcade, and he took me back home.

I sat in his car and he didn't even hesitate at going in for the kiss. OMMMGGGGGGGGGG I had chills. He has really soft lips ... but not like girly soft ... like the kinda soft that gives you butterflies and leaves you weak in the knees (+4) . Dude, I could make out with this boy for daayyyysssss.  I was so fucking turned on.

And there ya go! That was my epic epic epic date with a dude that I met at a bar of all places. We've been texting back and forth and I'm pretty sure I'll see him again this week ... but it's kinda blowing my mind right now that this was only NIGHT TWO of my experiment and a guy is already getting a second date. I went out on 103 dates and only had 11 second dates with 4 that gave me the feeling of butterflies.

Maybe chemistry is way more important than even compatibility. I was at least 85% compatible with every. single. date. that I went on (as per the OKC algorithm) - but with this dude, without an algorithm - I had all that and much more. I don't know how compatible we would have been if we had met on OKC ... frankly, I don't even know if I would have responded back to him. He's super cute, but it's his presence. It can't be all based in pheromones - but I dunno, that's the whole purpose of the experiment.

Again, I'm definitely hoping he invites me out again this week ... but either way, I'm going to still continue the experiment as it really is a numbers game. I am curious, could I get butterflies like this with more dudes at a bar? Is he an anomaly? Or are a lot of my nights going to be like this?

HMMMMMMMMM!!!! Makes me scratch the noggin. So so sooooo looking forward to more of the findings.

Total brownie points earned for date 1: 10

#nerdsunite

or do theyyyy??? mwahahahahaa

Live in LA and wanna be part of the experiment??? As per the rules, I can't tell you where I am going to be - but you can follow me on Twitter here, and check out my checkins on Foursquare here as I will be posting when I am actually there. Wahooooo!!!!

Special thanks to Effing Gear for their epic shirts that are acting as an ice breaker for the experiment.

Click here to check 'em out!



Saturday
May072011

Time to Effing #GetItOn: Night Two = Not Too Shabby!

AHHHHH!!!!!!! Much. Much. Much. Better night Friday night. No like for reeaallllsss, it totally didn't suck.

Alrite, first up - Teeee shiiirrrrttttt ttiiimmmmmmeeeeeeee!!

Last night, I wore Effing Gear's Manhattan Apple Tee.

::Insert gratuitous shot of my rack::

The new roomster and I went down to Barneys to kick it as dives are my scene ... and if I am in fact going to find a guy at a bar, it is going to be at a place like Barneys.

Cue 4sq checkin:

For about the first hour, the roomie and I sat at a table to ourselves to bond, and have girl time ... totally rad, and totally allowed me to scope the scene before throwing myself out there completely. See, being two chicks at a table makes it incredibly intimidating for dudes to actually approach you. Sitting at the bar says, hey, I'm totally open and wanting to kick it ... sitting at a table says we're here to talk - back off.

After she got her grub on and I had some more Pyramid in my belly we decided to head to the actual bar and cop a squat to flash the "we are available vibe."

Literally ... no like literally literally 2.5 seconds later, this guy from the table behind us comes up and says excuse me, can I rest my wooden prosthetic leg on the ledge right here.

Literally. He put his leg right in-between me and the roomie.

I turn to him and say, yes I like a guy with a lot of wood - please, be my guest.

::ZING!!!::

The duderino starts cracking up and invites us over to his table.

Really really really rad human beings, but wasn't feeling a vibe from any of 'em ... and frankly, I was there to feel the vibe - if it wasn't happening, it wasn't happening. After a little bit we then got up and proceeded to do a lap to scout out for any new meat. We walked towards the back by the pool table, and alas - two hotties. BINGGOOOO!!!

At this point, I had downed two pyramids and a Washington apple shot - dude, I was soooooooo randy.

BAHHH!!! No, not that randy!!! ewe, go away ...

I walk past the hotties and I don't remember how they gave us an in, whatever the scenario was - but I just reached out and said hi! I'm Jen.

They smiled clearly grateful that they didn't have to use any corny lines or anything to get us to stop.

We played a round of pool, and I TOTALLY kicked ass. No like literally, we won ... but it was kinda on a default. HAHAHA!! He scratched on sinking the 8 ball. SUCKKKAAAAAA!!!!

Either way, one of the dudes I thought was super cute, and he kept making fun of my bad pool playing. It was endearing, for sure. He kept challenging me - I like guys that I can go toe to toe with. Anywho, we were flirting pretty hardcore but then a table of chicas had called them over for something. The roomster wasn't feeling it at that point, so we proceeded to walk over to the bar and continue our hunt.

Less than 5 minutes later, after ordering another beer ... I see el senor hotness walk up out of the corner of my eye.

Where'd you go? he replied.

Ahhhh, we needed a change in scenery.

 Then, he and I started talking - I can't even tell you about what, but I just kept thinking good lord this guy is cute. And not like in the cute way that he's the guy that catches your eye the second he walks into the bar ... those guys are 99% of the time total fucking douches. He's the kinda guy that would totally be best friends with your older brother and you secretly wanted to bone when you were growing up. One of those.

We talked all night about random things in the world, he COMPLETELY kept my interest. Amazing since I could not have more of an ADD personality.

Then, came last call.

I wondered, is he going to ask for my number? Do I offer him mine?

Good lord the lights are bright ...and I'm pretty sure my hair is frizzing ...

What are you doing tomorrow night?

Tomorrow? Oh, I have this event, but I think it ends pretty early.

Wanna go to an arcade with me after?

Um. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here's my number ...

AMAZING!!!

Who evverrrrrr suggests going to an arcade for a date in Los Angeles? Like SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?! OMG, there's no way this boy googled me in the bathroom, and figured out my dating likes and dislikes- he just very genuinely read what I was about through conversing only.

Wow, lemme take a step back for a second. I just met a boy at a bar, we talked for pretty much the whole night, and I'm talking incredibly witty banter here ... and now he's asking me out for tomorrow night to go to an ARCADE?!?!?! Wow. Wow. Wow.

I gave the guy a hug, and said I really hoped to hear from him, that I'd love to go out tomorrow.

Oh, you're going to hear from me, he replied.

I smiled. Paused for a moment - looked down, looked back up at him - and smiled again.

BAHHHH!!! This boy is awesome!!!

Flash forward 20 minutes, came back home, and totally tweeted out my findings ...

Yep. All caps. HAHAHA!!!! I was clearly enjoying myself. I think that's actually a record, I don't think I have ever tweeted out ANYTHING in all caps.

I woke up the next morning though, completely spooked.

What if he was just being nice by wanting to take me out later? Is that like guy bar code? I don't know bar code yet, I'm an online dater. I couldn't help but wonder ... ANNNDDD I had already tweeted out that I was going to go on a date, so goodness gracious this boy better call.

At 1:57 ... he called.

SHADOOBIIEEEE!!!!!

mwahahahahaahahah!!

Alrite, so in conclusion here were my figures from night two ...

Numbers Exchanged: 2

First Date Offers: 1

Business Cards Handed Out: 4

#winning

I'll tell you guys all about our date last night in a bit. Gotta jump in the shower ... but here's a hint, it involves rattlesnakes, and Street Fighter 2. Yep ... AH-MAZING!!!


Friday
May062011

Time to Effing #GetItOn: Night One = Fail

OMMMGGGG last night ... haha ... epic. epic. epic. fail.

Like, wow ... and literally ... and um, yeah.

First off, if you're not familiar with my new social experiment click here to read the rules, and click here to read about my thesis on going out on 103 dates on OKC. Kinda sums it all up.

Alrite, lemme break it down for you... as Pauly D would say, it's TEE SHIRRRTTT TIMMMMEEEE!!!

Last night, I wore Effing Gear's Ames Effing Iowa Tee.

::Insert gratuitous shot of my rack::

I am wearing Effing Gear's location based tees during my experiment to act as an ice breaker. I am absolutely, utterly, and unbelievably petrified of talking to dudes at a bar. I just ... can't do it ... at all. Like if I'm in networking, work mode ... rad - I can work a room. When it comes to me like actually looking to meet a boy for personal reasons, I just can't do it; I go into full blown panic attack mode.

I never dated when I was in school (no like literally - never), and am a bit socially stunted regarding things outside of work. Guys have to approach me, hence why I'm wearing the tees - it gives them an "in." (Fortunately as well, those cheesy location based tees from like a few years ago are done with. Remember the ones? I-da-ho, no U-da-ho ... yada yada yada. Way lame.)

Alrite, so for the first night - I haddddddddd to have someone come with me and hold my hand if you will. Insert my very gay friend Ezra, who dressed particularly "gay-like" (his words not mine) for the experiment as to not confuse people that we were together. See, here he is ...

Tight tank and short shorts???

Yep, totally gay.

We first hit up Barney's Beanery in WeHo ... and the place was pretty dead. There were some dudes definitely wanting to creep but alas after one brewsky, we decided to leave and hit up Cabo Cantina on Sunset to partake in their Cinco de Drinko celebration.

Dude, no place better ... no joke. That place is NUTS to begin with, you add in Cinco De Mayo? PUH-LEASE!!

We get there, and it was wall to wall people. Like seriously ... they took out some of the tables just to pack in more peeps. For someone who has an aversion to being touched, this was the ABSOLUTELY perfect place to be!!!

So, we get there, grab some Ritas - doubles ... (ugh, that was painful) ... and just start mingling. I very literally have no type. Like none ... at all ... ever. I can't walk into a bar and be like yo, you! I want it!

Although, come to think of it - if Bradley Cooper did walk into a bar, I would say, yo! I want it. Good lord he is hot. I digress ...

I have to talk to people; intelligence is totally a panty dropper. (That is if I'm wearing any.)

It was great being with Ezra because he kept pulling me out of my shell. I wound up talking to a bunch of chicks just randomly ... and he would bite back saying, we are on a mission and excuse ourselves. HIGH-LARIOUS and was totally what I needed.

I just ... I dunno man, felt so awkward. Like the entire time. The first time you ever put yourself out there it is always scary - but people were just so trashed, and so ... uninteresting.

I honestly think it was the wrong bar to go to in this scenario. I needed more of the Barney's vibe where people could actually talk, and hear each other. Yes, there were more people at Cabo, so based on the sheer number alone I should have had better success - but they weren't the kind of people I was looking for.

I did however meet some cool chicas ... one of which I am totes besties with now on Facebook.

I just can't turn my brain off when it comes to work. I can't stop talking about social media, and the revolution we are currently experiencing ... it's tragic. I get really excited, and it's that passion for what I do that attracts people but at the same time freaks them out. One dude totally told me that I was being way too aggressive. I get it ... I am a very intense person IRL ... but I totally wasn't hitting on him ... he said he worked in tech, so I asked him to elaborate. He then pulled the, oh but you don't know who I am thing ... and I literally just excused myself from the conversation. I don't do the toe to toe thing - never been my style. It gets you no where and you expel so much energy ... just a complete waste of my time.

So yeah. Last night .... totally no bueno.

(I did however make out with a friend of mine that I bumped into at the bar. It was first base with a butt grab for a solid 30 seconds. That didn't suck - I'm a total kissing slut. I can make out for dayssssss.)

Going to try again tonight at a calmer bar. Albeit it is a Friday night, I have a feeling this one is going to be good.

Wish me luck!!!

Numbers exchanged: 0

Business cards handed out: 25

(The purpose of the experiment is to talk less about work, and more about nook nook. The ratio of numbers exchanged needs to be greater than the number of business cards handed out. As you can see, the first night wasn't good ... at all.)

#Fail

 

Thursday
May052011

Time to Effing #GetItOn: The Rules

Alrite, so I'm about to embark on my next social experiment today. BAHHHHH!!!! I'm very genuinely super nervous. It's one thing to put yourself out there, it's another to be documenting your trial and error. BAHHHH!!!

I'm super super super awkward in social settings like this - so I'm hoping this will alleviate a bit of my fear by just putting myself out there and seeing what comes back.

First though, I gotta start with some rules.

1. I will not publish where I am prior to my arrival.

- The purpose of the experiment is to organically meet boys IRL. If I publish it, I have a feeling I'll start to be tempted to tell people on here to find me ... etc. That could get weird. It absolutely 100% has to be organic. Like for real.

2. I will check in where I am on Foursquare (foursquare.com/jenfriel) but I will NOT tweet any commentary.

- Seriously. I know me ... I sit at bars on twitter and look like the most anti-social person on the planet. I HAAVVEEEEEE to disconnect. As a caveat however, if I find a funny thing to take a picture of ... etc ... I WILL be posting it on WhoSay. But general tweets of funny experiences etc are not at all allowed until after I leave the bar ... this means no bathroom tweets either, Jen!!!!!!!! Tangent: Why am I typing in the third person?! It's not like there's another person sitting here typing this ... it's just me ... and now I am STILL talking to myself. Wow ... issues. See why I am getting offline? Nerd-ervention time. Get a grip, girl.

3. I must not say that I am conducting a social experiment.

- No, like at all. If I down one too many brewskies and it slips - the dude has been tainted, and I must move on. VERY serious about that. I'm not going to lie ... I'm going to say I run a website, and if they ask about my shirt - of course I'll say it's from Effing Gear (as I am wearing their shirts as an ice breaker) ... but dude, I'm totally not going to say they're sponsoring it. I learned with OKC that the dudes that were IMMEDIATELY attracted to my experiment when they heard about it (since clearly I had a disclaimer) were total star fuckers. They either one, wanted to be psychoanalyzed, or two, they put me up on this platform and I somehow became this trophy of sorts that they wanted to capture because no one else could. Messed with my noggin, and I didn't like it ... at all; the experiment became bigger than the nerd behind it. My b, hey, you reap what you sow. But it's a LOT easier to control this way- so I'm going to go with it.

Tonight is like literally the PERRRFEEECCTTTT night to start this thing since it's Cinco de Drinko, and EEVVEERRYOONNEEEE in LA will be partying at Happy Hour - I'm stoked. 

I'll be posting my findings each night or morning depending on my level of intoxication ... which to be honest based on a couple of beers won't be that intense ... but who knows ... I have very literally no idea what I am going to walk into with this one. At least when you date online you can pick who you are going to meet, etc. I ran off of an algorithm, so there was a certain level of comfort. Today, I throw myself at the wolves. No numbers, no figures, just chemistry.

Ugh. No bullshit guys, I'm so scared man. UUUUGGHHHHHHHHHH I hate hate hate going to bars to meet boyssssssssss.

::breathe::

Alrite, wish me luck.

I REFUSE to end up being a cat lady that doesn't like cats.

HIT IT B!!!

#nerdsunite

or do they??? BAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Wednesday
May042011

#NerdsUnite: The apartment brought to you entirely via social media

OMMMGGGG you guys, I am officially moved in. Welcome to my effing pad brought to you ENTIRELY via social media ... 

 

Queen size bed purchased and delivered from Craigslist: $200

Bed in bag set: $30 (on sale from $50 at Anna's Linens here in LA)

Desk & Bookcase combo: $65 Ikea (Built by OKCupid date 99 - thanks again so so so much Ryan)

I keep all of my badges from conferences. I'm not a huge collector of things, but those I adore - they're like travel tokens and pretty rad reminder of places I've been and a motivator of where I want to go again.

OMMMGGGGG I am going to have so much fun with this mirror being this close to my bed. MWAHAHAHAHA!!! =) =) =)

And how did this pad come about? How is it that I am no longer urban camping after almost exactly 365 days?? Because of Effing Gear!

Dude, I'm going to wear their shirts to conduct the next leg of my social experiment (which kicks off tomorrow, btw) - and they gave me a place to hang my hat and an allowance to keep the beer in my belly.

I just cannot stress the gratitude I am feeling enough. No like straight up, all the BS, all the whatevs aside - human to human ... I am so fucking grateful. I just get to play, and talk about products that I very GENUINELY believe in, and do cool shit with. Blows me away.

I HAVE A BED!!!!!!

I HAVE A BED!!!!!!

I HAVE A BED!!!!!!

I HAVE A BED!!!!!!

I HAVE A BED!!!!!!

MIIINNNNNEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

I have a home to call my own ... I've just been feeling so overwhelmed the last couple of days just processing that all of this is happening. Shit got real, man - and it's all fueled by passion.

Do what you love.

Do what you love.

Do what you love.

The money follows ... but the hunger keeps you creative. Like Unkie Steve Jobs says, "stay hungry, stay foolish." Go, do stupid things! When you operate from a place of nothing to lose, you're not afraid. It's a shift in consciousness - and fuck, man ... it just doesn't stop unfolding. So incredible.

I am though scared of conducting this next leg of the experiment. hahaha, I'm going to be going out to various bars here in LA wearing Effing Gear's shirts as an ice breaker. They're location based tees, and I KNOOOOWWWW after wearing my University of Buffalo sweatshirt that they will absolutely work as an ice breaker at a bar.

I'm just so socially awkward when it comes to IRL situations like that. If it's a meeting or something for business - rad, I can rock it. But when it comes to dating or just "chatting" - I get bored. I don't do polite conversation, and online is my little comfort zone. People google, and tweet, and Facebook ... this is just me ... Jen ... some random chick sitting at the bar. I very literally have no idea what I am going to experience except that I am UNBELIEVABLY scared. It's just not my scene - but after 103 dates on OKC, unless I wanna be some old maid or something ... I've just gotta do it.

AHHHHHHHH it's freaking me out just thinking about ittttt!!!!!

Either way, it's put up or shut up time ... from the depths of my soul, thank you so so so much Mark and Jake from @EffingGear. Dude, you guys just gave me the gift of a home. Seriously ... you're amazing.

Do what you loovveeeee nerrrddsssssss!!!! There's nothing you can't do!!!!!!

=) =) =)

#NERDSUNITE

 

oh and PS. I'm now living with a dog by the name of Einstein. hahahaha totally not kidding ...

Like energy really does find each other ...

DOH!!! Not up the nooosseeeeeee.