Grace Waste (Not Want Not)

but I still pollute.





This is what I do when I'm bored. Hop in the tub and take some hot pictures of myself.

Steak and Shake is the root of all evil and deliciousness, this picture is definitive proof.
Who honestly knew it was even possible to look evil while drinking a milkshake?
I didn't.

Basically here was the series of events today:
-Guitar Center
-Travis's house where I found a clementine
-Guitar Center
-Steak and Shake
-Guitar Center

At least we came out with the ultimate prize: a sexy Gibson SG which Travis will love forever.

... before it's too late!


Merry Christmas!!!

Nicknames - they're something I've always hated. It's too hard to remember who is who when every person goes by five or ten different names!

Little did I know that I would fall victim to a nickname that I would actually like and follow. Grace Waste. It came about because of a fit of boredom that my best friend and I had deciding that we both needed punk rock names.

Grace was easy enough to come up with things that were cutesy to go along with it. Genocide. Amazing. Slick. Spades. Why waste? It doesn't exactly rhyme, it's not kitchy and it's not taken. What is better for a punk rock name than an allusion to alcoholism and garbage!

What is better, you ask? Allusions to drugs and ninjas of course! Here comes in my best friend's punk name - Numb Chuck.

We're huge nerds, so obviously we made visual depictions of these names:


( Grace Waste )


( Numb Chuck )

I feel like my entire life and basis of being is Austin, Texas. Look at that town with a magnifying glass and you will know me.

I've learned so much about who I am just from spending these crucial years of my life here.
At 18 I finally let go, with much objection, and I decided to go to a school other than UT for my education. Fast forward a year and a half and here we are - I'm about a year and a half away from a degree in Biochemistry and already looking into graduate schools. It's sort of scary how little time I have left before I get my BS.