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Name: Scott
Country: United States
State: District of Columbia
Metro: Washington D.C.
Birthday: 11/12/1985
Gender: Male


Interests: snowboarding. partying. surfing. photography. writing. poetry. drinking. the greenies. escaping reality. just living life to its fullest.
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Industry: Art


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Member Since: 1/8/2006

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Sunday, June 11, 2006

cali livin'

It has been a while since I last updated.  I've been stuck here in DC for summer school, only 2 weeks remains.  So as the days wind down, I become more and more antsy to go back to Killa Kali.  I'll be back to the california livin':

- eating mexican food at 2 in the morning after a party
- bumming on the beach anytime, anyday, anywhere
- crusising down the pacific coast highway during sundown
- making forgotten memories in mexico
- getting all baked off cali buds
- scarfing down mama's home cookin'
- drinking dad's beers
- road trips to orange / huntington beach / los angeles / rivershit / palm springs just for the hell of it
- sleeping until 3 in the afternoon
- living out of my car for days
- chilling down on garnet ave on friday nights
- smoking up on Mt. Soledad
- kickin' back at friends places
- surfing at the wee hours of the morning

ahhh, it'll be good to be home... Only 14 days until I'm back in the six-1-nine.


Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Gramps



In loving memory of Augustus C. Frei
November 14 1923 - November 5 2003



    Since my gramps died a few years ago, I've always wanted to get something for him on me.  Until last weekend, I didn't have an idea.  March 20, 2006, I got inked in memorandum to my gramps. 
    He was my role model, he taught me how to live and how not to live.  Growing up people were telling me I was a copy of him when he was my age.  I was even born two days before his birthday, I was his best birthday gift.  He knew how to enjoy life, living it to its fullest.  I always thought he was invincible until I learned the dangers of cigarettes and what it can do when I was a kid.  He was a heavy smoker, up to the last few years of his life.  The last few years, cigarettes finally started kicking his ass.  He wouldn't give up without a fight.  Then exactly one week before my 17th birthday, he passed away. 
    He will always be in my heart and I know he's watching over me.  Probably why I got away with alcohol poisoning a few times. 
    I love you, Gramps.

Although I think my parents'll freak for me getting more tattoos...  My grandma still doesn't even know I have any!!


Tuesday, February 21, 2006

me the drunk

Well, it has been a while since I have updated.  I finally put up a picture of me with a mohawk although I need to find a good picture of me with liberty spikes I had going on during my fraternity's march and Phi Kappa Zeta's Euphoria. 

Not much has been going on, just the usual.  Classes, Kappa Sigma, Tower Clock, drinking and partying.

Last weekend was a crazy one, one I spent most of the time drunk.  Friday night, Jagbombs and Yuengling.  Saturday night was a mix of Jack Daniels, Jose Curevo Tequila, Captain Morgan Parrot Bay, and some run.  I blacked out Saturday night right after my tequila shot.  I still wonder how the hell I made my way past the RA at Benson Hall. 

Which brings me to my point, why do people drink?  Some people drink because its at a party.  Some drink because they're depressed.  Some drink just because its there.  Most of the time I drink cause I'm at a party or its just there. 

I have had many close calls with alcohol poisoning.  Summer of 2003, I had alcohol poisoning twice in three weeks.  First serious case was July 4, 2003.  I did over 10 kegstands, chugged over 30 cups of beers, downed half bottle of tequila and had vodka shots.  All that in less than two hours.  I was out for the next 6 hours, I mean literally out.  Last thing I remember of that night was walking outside and falling face first down on a front lawn.  I had seizures, vomiting, foaming, and my eyes were rolled back.  And yet, I came through.  The more often me and alcohol met, the more often I would get messed up. 

I would try to stay in control when I drink, sometime I just forget.  Sometime I drink and drink without realizing it.  I'll admit it, I enjoy a good beer now and then.  My grandpa was an alcoholic and I just got it from him.  Sometime I will get to the point where somebody will have to grab the bottle out of my hand and actually force me to stop drinking. 

It's not like I'm a mean drunk, I'm a jolly one.  When I get drunk, I become even more friendlier and sometime more flirty.  I will talk with pretty much anybody when I'm drunk.  I just like to be happy and have a good time. 

I think I need to get my drinking habits in control.  At least I'm not like some people I know that just drink alone and keep drinking if there's nothing else to do.  I definitely don't want to get to that point. 

Just drink smart.


Wednesday, January 25, 2006

'hawking it.

Say good bye to the long hair.  It is now a mohawk. 

I was just shaving a friend's hair because he's a freshman here at Gallaudet and about to be bald soon.  When I got finished with him, I started to think, "Fuck it, let's have some fun."

I was already thinking about shaving my head for the Capital Athletic Conference swimming championships in February at St. Mary's College of Maryland. 
I have NEVER shaved my hair before and in the last few years, it was never shorter than two inches in length.  And tonight, I shaved it for the first time in my twenty years of existence.

After waiting for a few friends to show up and watch the show in a bathroom on the 7th floor in Benson Hall.  I sat down on a chair and got ready for the shaving.  As I sat down and watched my hair fall down from my dome to the tiled floor.  I was nervous and excited at the same time.  It was something new for me, ironically, something I always wanted to do.  It took about thirty minutes to a hour to complete.  When I was done and looking at my 'hawk in the mirror, I thought, "Hell yeah."  If I were to put in hair glue, the mohawk will be a little over eight inches in height. 

I know its just hair but my long hair was how people would identify me.  It even gave me my name sign.  I guess I'll have to get a new name sign, any suggestions?



Monday, January 09, 2006

ink.

I don't know what was the first thing that attracted me to tattoos.  But as long I can remember, I've always wanted be filled with tattoos, permanent art.  I consider my body to be a church and I'm just decorating it with stained glass.  To me, tattoos are just a way of marking important chapters in my life.  I have four tattoos and they ALL have meanings to me. 

The first one was done in August of 2004.  On my upper back, "No Regrets" with a heart as a period mark,  in red ink and in a way that it looked like somebody cutted me.  Approaching that tattoo, I was dying for something done.  So I just kept thinking of what to get over and over until I walked into a shop.  Right there, I wanted "No Regrets" because that is how I look at life.  If you make a mistake, learn from it.  Do not regret it because its already in the past.  The past is the past, its over, but what you can do instead of regretting it is to learn from it and not doing it again.  Sort of what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  As soon it was over, I had no idea where I would go with tattoos.  Now, there isn't a day that passes by without thinking about going under the gun and getting inked.  "

...my body to be a church and I'm just decorating it with stained glass." 

My parents didn't react too well to it.  My mom basically got disappointed in me.  She felt that I was falling in the wrong direction.  She just needed time and she would get used to the idea of me getting inked.  My dad just completely shut me out for a few days, didn't even mutter a word to me.  I'm still like that with my dad with tattoos.  My dad loves me to death, he just doesn't like tattoos.  But as long I'm on the right track with my life, my tattoos won't bother my parents.

The second tattoo was done in May of 2005.  "I write" on my right wrist in black ink.  I got it because that's what I do and plan on doing with my life.  I plan on being a writer because I feel that its a way I can truly express myself.  Althought its all faded now, it still has the same meaning.  I feel that it being faded gives it character, showing age.  I've had a passion for writing since high school.  I even wrote a poem for a contest to speak at my high school graduation.  It was so good, people felt that I would win.  I didn't win because a teacher thought I copied it somewhere.  She thought it was impossible for me to write something that good.  Ohwell.

"I look at life as one big gamble."

The third and fourth would be done over the summer of 2005, both within a month. 

The third is a gambling theme piece on my upper right arm.  A old-school design heart with a crown and flames, four aces in the back, two dices in the front, and "Life's A Gamble" in a banner in an old-school font.  I look at life as one big gamble.  If you don't take risks, you're not gonna get far.  To win, you gotta take risks.  I live life like there's no tomorrow.  James Dean once said, "Dream as if you'll live forever, Live as if you'll die today."  Its true, you never know what's gonna happen tomorrow.  Live life to its fullest. 

The fourth is on my lower left side.  Bold outline of 15 with "miracle" in the 1 and a backward % .  I got it a week after my mom told me that I only had 15% chances of surviving when I was born.  I was born with a diaphragmatic hernia.  Basically my organs were all messed up.  My diaphragm had a hole in it, causing my institnes to push upward and pushed my lungs and heart to my upper right chest.  My left lung was underdeveloped due to that.  I was born on the brink of death.  I was not breathing or crying.  Within five hours of my life, I was already in the emergency room.  The doctors did an experimental surgery and treatment on me.  During the 80's, there were probably 1 in 1,000 or 1 in 10,000 odds of a baby surviving that.  The doctors told my parents that if I were to come out of the surgery, I would only live a few months.  If I made it past those months, I would come out with serious health problems and not see the terrible two's.  I spent the first month of my life in the NICU hooked up on oxygen machine.  I drove the doctors crazy, because sometime I would be depending on the machine very little and there would be times where the machine would be doing all the work.  I could have gone blind from too much dependency on the machine.  The doctors told my parents to get ready in case I didn't make it.  One day, I just stopped using the machine  and did everything on my own.  Its like I thought, "Fuck you machine, I'm strong enough to do it all on my own."  That day the doctors told my parents I was coming home was Thanksgiving Day 1985.  I grew up without any serious problems, beside becoming deaf due to unknown reasons and my left lung smaller than normal size. 

All four tattoos have deep meanings to me.  And I have plans of getting more. 

I'm planning on getting a half-sleeve to complete the gambling piece.  A slot machine with 6-1-9 showing where I grew up, San Diego.  I was born and raised in the 619 area code until I moved to another one in San Diego, 858.  No matter where I go, I will always be "6-1-9" in heart.  Add massive amount of coins in the background showing that I've hit the jackpot.  I'm living the life I love, I'm a happy man. 

"Fuck you machine, I'm strong enough to do it all on my own."

On my right forearm, I'm thinking about getting a old fashioned pen and sword crossed to show that the pen is mighter than the sword.  Actions might have strong impacts on people, but words speaks VOLUME. 

There is something I want to do for both of my arms.  My right being filled with old-school drawing, all black and white.  My left being filled with new-school designs, with bold lines and colors.  Its like the hearing and the deaf worlds to me.  I grew up in the hearing world, so its old to me and I'm more experienced in the hearing world.  The deaf world is completely a new experience for me.  It has a big impact on my life since I entered Gallaudet University, the only deaf university in the world, in the fall of 2004.  I made friends that I never thought I would make, I joined the Kappa Sigma Fraternity at the Mu-Iota Chapter, the first deaf chapter for Kappa Sigma.  I am building a big network in the deaf world, something I never thought I would do.

Also I'm addicted to tattoos.  Just the feeling of the tattoo gun putting permanent art in me gives me a better high than any drug in the world.  Tattoos are like stories to me, a picture showing thousand words.  I look forward to the next time I will get another tattoo, its the best thing I can do. 

inked.

 



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