I wish I was mad... I'm just too late.

Today I pay homage to the time period from which I am really from, the 1920's.

"I like my boyfriend." "I like food."

Analyzing "A Portraint of the Artist as a Young Man."

"Imagine all the authority you ever knew suddenly coming crashing down."

Preparation for my next big gig... pianist for Donna Bailey!!

Resident singer-songwriter Kian channels his inner flapper.

While I channel my inner golfer.

You're not really in this class. Imposter.

Heyyyyy I didn't take this. Sneaky Kian.

"Peter Pan! I'm a real boy! Oh wait, that was Pinnochio."

Kian often finds himself in this position.

"Are you stoned?" "I'm baked." "You shouldn't come to school stoned... without sharing..."

Kian and I nap after school. Not the most attractive picture of either of us.

"Literally? You woke me up to take a closeup of my eye?"

"Hey freshman! SHAKE that ass!" "I'm... a sophomore." "damn."

I want to sleep on a big, cuddly bear.

"Shall we wake him?" "We shall take him!" "But we mustn't break him!"

Doesn't the man carry the damsel in distress away?