new years

ya'll wanna get drunk as fuckdope and then call each other at midnight?

Hey. Question

Does any one care if Donoho comes and stays with us for a week or so? it would be at the end of januaryish, so really soon. He also wouldn't mind having his girlfriend come by for a couple days.

is that cool?

p.s. Donoho just dropped out of school to pursue film full time, and he is getting so much work that he is making 700 percent of what he needs to live each month. Just freelancing. And he is getting more and more clients. What a fucking badass.

merry christmas

in about 13 minutes. have a good one

golden moon download

fixed up a few songs

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=CT4FJ9HV

My friend Marion

"various reasons is the cutest thing i've ever heard in my life"

Hooray?

golden moon

I've started trying to spread the word on facebook. Everyone post about it. Spread the word. Word. Also, 200th post!

http://goldenmoonandthesunshinecaptains.bandcamp.com/

Film Mishap

Picked up someone else's negatives from the photolab today; didn't think I met anyone dressed as Princess Leia recently...

ATTENTION ALL BLOGGERS

YESTERDAY WAS THE 1-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE BLOG.

ALL HAIL BLOG.

Damn these big fingers of mine

typing away all my secrets.

- Adrian

After chatting 54 minutes with Jesse:

"alright, brb: ive been in a bath this whole time and the waters gotten cold."

Weird Short (30 mins)

Here is a cool short film. Watch it when you have the time.

http://vimeo.com/32483624

Enjoy!!

im joseph and im dumb

heres some improv

Adrian Kort Slut Improv Scene by \cAMeL/

[10] guy

http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/35edjx/

we have to go to this

ou are invited to take a break from your studies for a Late Night Buffet served up by Emerson College administrators, faculty, and staff. Late Night Buffet is an annual event that will be held on Tuesday, December 13th from 9:00 pm until 11:00 pm in the Little Building Dining Hall. Leave your books in your room, but remember to bring your appetite and your ID – no charge for students enrolled in a meal plan -- $5.00 for admittance if you are not on a meal plan.

good article about post college live.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ben-kassoy/college-graduates-young-professionals_b_1102132.html?ref=music

im just posting this because this is same kinda shit adrian x2 and scott and I were talking about last night

Spreading the word

the becks are joe's.

The Room Pt.S

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FaZQIK51vM

My friend from home made this movie

gmail chat with Jesse always ends the same way

On this day 2 yrs ago:

drunk scott wrote the opening of a history textbook on my computer. here it is:

State of Education in Modern First World Countries: Chapter 1 America
Children in the United States are disillusioned. They think that what they are learning is comparable to that of their forefathers. This, however, is false.

black hole

found this online somewhere

A quality quote

When you're high you remember things that happened to you in previous times you were high.

Its like you can only see what’s underwater if you go underwater.

-Adrian Lacasse

Those are some Haaaash Weuuuuhhds

Reason for concern?

I just clicked a play button on bandcamp.com, and a vimeo video in another tab started to play. Does this happen? Should I be concerned? What exactly are the laws of Java code in Universe B?

fb pwn

So...

There's no way to be sure of this, but certain clues have led me to believe that someone may or may not have taken a giant fat shit in our toilet, and that this giant fat shit may or may not be too giant and/or fat to fit down the toilet. So now there's a giant fat shit in our toilet. And I have to pee.

Poem

Sitting in my living room alone. Silent. Drinking beer.

My roommate is masturbating in the other room.

I only drink Heineken because my Dad does.

If I listen hard I can hear the sound of 100,000 boys masturbating all over the world.

There are Christmas lights hanging around the room.

The dirty dishes are stacking up.

My ants are keeping on keeping on.

3:33pm on Westland Ave.

It’s funny to think about how

Everything choice I’ve ever made in my entire life

For good or for bad

Has led to me here, quietly knowing that my roommate is masturbating directly behind me

I just ate a banana

I thought it was one that Joe brought back from the dining hall so i ate it. Upon my first bite, i realized that this banana was A) good, and therefore B) not from the dining hall. That means that I C) ate someone else's banana without their permission, which is D) fucked up. To whomever owned this banana, I am deeply sorry, and will repay you with the finest banana specimen I can find.

Dishes.

Ideaz 4 next tyme

-a "passaround snack"

..."It's weird: I can't see your mouth." -Brandon

"My smile muscles are tired from today...too much happy smoke."

Bullet Will Be Missed

shit

i lost my skateboard

im already extremely stressed

and its 8:30pm on my first day of class. this is bullshit

Print Promo

I though we needed some print for this promotional campaign.

New Promo?

Jesse had an adventure

Jesse got high while walking on santa monica beach/ taking pictures last night. he started texting me. i thought i would share some highlights:

Jesse: am i in the movie "the warriors" right now?

Joe: Yah man you're cyrus

Jesse: thats fucked up you know that movie that well.

Jesse: I dont think the song playing on me ipod is on ipod, its dubstep...

Joe: Jesus is everything turning into dubstep? are you dancing?

Jesse: With the wind!

Joe: (your roll of film) will be flawless.

Jesse: I wonder who invented the side dish? Ya ever think about that?

next promo

this made me laugh

so i put titles on it.

Argentina

I'm talking to Jane right. She is inviting 30 girls (her sorority sisters and orientees) that weren't previously invited to my birthday. She has given me her word that she will tell every girl about you.

Gentlemen. This is our chance. We have to band together to make this happen.

I will keep everyone updated.

Irene?

Should I say my last goodbyes? So long to Adrian. I'll miss your sweet den, your Rhode Island Pizza. Won't miss your bullshit. Goodbye Argentina, I hope DJ Adrian does a dance as he drowns. And that that Taco Bell gets fucked. And Jesse, I guess you'll be fine, but all of Huntington is fucked. Tell your family I'll miss em. And tell Jake "smambly boo Buddy". He'll get it.

Just said goodbye to Jesse

Just said goodbye to Jesse

and that shit broke my heart

rock the house by the gorillaz

just listened to it. It brought back such great memories. Me dancing, joe and adrian trying to follow. Playing mario kart and forgetting that there is one more lap. Fucking just chilling, eating food, making jokes. BIRDS!!!! Sloth (jesse, god damn it just come to boston where you belong). Procrastinating on studying for our finals or on doing any kind of homework. God damn it, i just want to be back so bad.

Balls

Hassan said the current tenants aren't moving out until about 6am or 7am on the 1st. We are good to move in 10am on the first

yo

are you guys excited about moving in? because this guy is excited about moving in. do we know if we can move in on the 31st? and by we i mean joe? also, im fucking pumped for next friday night now. as well as thursday night and saturday night. sunday night should be pretty good as well, in addition to the daytimes of all those days and the days proceeding them. im also looking forward to the days that come after the days after those days. also, if we move in on the 31st, then i am looking forward to that day in its entirety.

don't worry about it

i have two people that say they are down to host, just need to double check with their roommates. Jeremy Sender, and Jane Kang (the girl i met i nicaragua who i asked out on a date, girlfriend? who knows?!?!)

they will both get back to me tomorrow

yes, but

i still think we should cancel it. our place is not a big party place. it is an excellent '20 buds hanging out getting drunk place'. we can't throw a rager. and i disagree with the idea that we can't cancel it because people would still come anyways? if i "message guests" and explain to everyone that i made a mistake, we aren't prepared to host 70 people, and that the party is off, people will understand. and if they don't understand, they can suck my balls. and how will they still show up? the party is scheduled for like 2 weeks from now. thats 2 weeks of people/us spreading the word that the party isn't happening.

and besides i will also tell everyone that, look if any one else wants to host this badboy, then do it, because you have 70 people down and ready to party on friday. clearly, everyone wants to party, but we just aren't the people to do it.

i don't want to speak for everyone here, but do we really want fucking atleast 40 people in our place? that is a fuck load of people. that just isn't fun for anyone. im not down for it

and does no one care about our relationship with our neighbors/landlord? police. police. police. and the fucking police never give a shit about who is partying, but who is throwing the party. they will take down all of our information super hard.

so yes. joseph fucked up. fuck joe fuck joe fuck joe. whatever. im contacting people right now that i know have bigger places than us, and if i don't have any luck, I am going to message everyone that the party isn't happening and why.

JESSE IS THE SHIT!

I'm just making sure people saw what jesse said. Party is on.

by the numbers

326: the number of people invited/told to invite their friends to a friday night party with free drinks and whole grains the day after most people's move in day and a week before classes start.

1: the number of people who are surprised that a lot of people may show up.

2: the number of dicks belonging to people named adrian that will be in joes mouth

Oh SHIT

60 people are coming to our place on the 2nd? Oh well goddammit.

At this point,

I need school. I need it bad. I need to work on films and get fucked up and chill with real people. Camp is pissing me off so much right now and I am literally waiting for it to end. I've never done that before and any other past me would actually be sad about that statement, but at this time in this space in this era of my thinking, I need to leave this place. I am pretty much going back next year, but I just need summer 2011 to end. I'll probably rant on and on about this in a drunk stupor to you all, but I am just trying to express how happy I am to go back to Emerson to hang with y'all and do work on films.

Wow i miss you guys so much. I just scrolled through every post I've missed and you guys make me wanna just hump this fucking airmattress.

I just flew in from Nicaragua last night and a very sleepy Jesse picked me up. Crashed here and now it's 8:45 in the morning, Jesse is still sleeping, but I am about to wake that mother fucker up so I can take him to breakfast and then go to the airport to fly back to Atlanta.

Nicaragua was amazing. Wonderful experience. High lights include building a house, going to dinner with the family we were building it for. Getting drunk on the beach. Climbing and jumping off a volcano. Went to a Nicaraguan baseball game, which was the funniest fucking shit I've ever seen. They would have to hold the game every 8 or 9 minutes so they could physically kick a wild dog or a chicken off of the field. Wild chickens and dogs are fucking everywhere. Most mornings I would wake up which a fat chicken looking at me. Participated in a Nicaraguan national holiday where they not only shoot off fire works, but people in giant wooden shells with fireworks strapped on run into the packed crowd and its "fun" to dodge fireworks. Children would run up to them, daring to get as close as possible, like it is a prideful thing, while some of them fucking got hit with fireworks. Meanwhile kids are doing this tricker treating like thing where you run around the city and shove you hand through peoples barred windows, you say a complicated dialogue about mother mary, and a mysterious hand reaches out off the darkness to give you candy. Fucking nuts.

I wish I was funny and witty right now, but Im not. There are more funny dumb thing Ill say later. Jesse and I are going to breakfast

Dudebros

17 more days

fucking freshmen

So I was scrolling through the emerson class of 2015 facebook page to see whether I wanted to post about nbs having a script deadline and came across one of the stupidest things I have ever seen a freshman ask. "Stupid question but we can't get our books until we get our schedule right?" Yeah dude just go by the books online on amazon just fucking search textbook and you should see it. The freshman need the first 500 textbooks listed.

what da fuck

is everyone still alive?

The War

Ever since the duel I've been feeling a bit weird. Kind of under the weather. At first it was just a cough. Then some more troubling medical issues that I wont discuss here. As of today, I've been spitting up large green portions of my lungs. It seems the fight is not yet over. I want it known that if I should die in the next month it will mean a clear victory for Joe.

It seems I won the battle but Joe may have won the war.

Articuno or Zapdos?

I'm at my internship right now. It's at a place where a guy is working on a frontline documentary. It's interesting and involving when the guy comes in at night to actually edit the thing together. Unfortunately #1, he doesnt come in until 7:00, and right now it's 5:00. During the day when he's not here, the interns transcribe audio from different things they've shot.

Unfortunately #2, everything is already transcribed, so our role is now to "review" the transcriptions, which consists of listening to the audio and reading along with it. This is extremely boring, but I still come here early to make it look like I'm a hard worker, so I can use the people here as references in the future.

After sitting here for a couple hours, I've given up and I'm just letting the audio play while writing this blog. Whoever transcribed it the first time did a pretty thorough job so it doesnt make too much of a difference anyways.

Unfortunately #3, none of you douches appear to be online, so I've been playing Pokemon. I'm going to assume that we've all played Pokemon over and over again many times in our lives, as it is an essential step in becoming a grown man, as I claim to be. Right now I'm at a point where I can either go to the power plant and get a Zapdos, or go to the seafoam islands and find Articuno.

Unfortunately #4, I only have one master ball, so I can really only guarantee myself one of these two. I just bought a few ultra balls but I'm not sure if they will do the trick. First I'm gonna see if they can capture the Snorlax, because great balls didnt work on the first one.

Anyways, I just wanted to put a feeler out there to see which giant bird pokemon you'd rather see me catch. Zapdos is my personal favorite among the two, but I already have a Raichu so whats the use in having a Zapdos? Plus I usually catch Zapdos, so Articuno would be a nice change of pace, and I dont have any other ice pokemon in my lineup or even in my PC so it might be good to have one. But the seafoam islands are a huge pain in the ass, and i dont really know ice's strengths and weaknesses because i never have ice pokemon.

The power plant is kind of a pain too, but I'd like to have at least one of the two, because as much as I love my Fearow, he can't do the crazy shit that Articuno and Zapdos do, and it's gonna take a while to get him all the way to level 50.

So let me know what you think, all suggestions are welcome.

Drive thru stories

Being on a drive thru can be pretty stressful sometimes. When there is a big rush, it can be a pretty hard job. But anyways, in the late hours the last couple of days, I have had quite the weird people drive by.

First, this guy asked me directions to the "Ultra Violet" strip club which is a club around town that is absolutely horrible (never been but that's what I have heard). Weird part is that that means that he is not from around town which means that he drove out to get to this place. Also weird that he would have no shame in telling me that he is going there. I don't know but if i were to go to a strip club i wouldn't tell anyone other than my close friends.

Next, these drunk women (probably in their mid 30s) drove up and the one in the passenger seat kept asking me "Are camel toes hot?" while her friend kept saying, "Don't answer that, don't mind her." So I just gave her an awkward look and didn't respond. She just kept asking too. My real answer would have been "Of course, as long as it's a hot girl who has it."

Then, the other night, this bitch drives up (sober) makes her order, it was a steak quesadilla, then she drives up to the window and tells me "Ohh, can I have sour cream with that?" and I say nicely "It's an extra 30 cents for sour cream"

Her, "Ohh, but it's raining right now and you should have asked me about it before so..."

First of all, I wanted to kill her. and this is what I wanted to say to her. "Don't tell me how to do my job you bitch, you want me to ask you about guacamole, fiesta salsa, nacho cheese, volcano sauce, etc. Fuck you, you tell me what you want. Second of all, ohh, it's raining. Fuck taco bell, why the fuck did you make it rain again?? ohh wait, fuck we don't control that shit. It's just something that happens, so go give God a blow job or something and maybe he will make it stop. By the way, his dick is probably huge so have fun with that. Now, either pay the 30 cents or shut the fuck up."

INSTEAD, since I'm so polite I turned to my manager told him about it and he proceeded to tell her, "sorry m'am but it's going to be an extra 30 cents for sour cream." And she responds "Ohh, well I don't like your attitude. So no, never mind."

The manager and I both looked at each other and where like what the fuck was that. So I grab her order and hand it out and she has THE NERVE to say, "Well how much do you guys make? Like 8$ an hour. I make 14$ an hour so fuck you." and then proceeds to drive off.

I kinda wanted to punch her in the face and tell her look, "I'm sorry that you probably hate your job even though you make 14$ an hour, which is really not that much so don't brag about it, and I know you probably just had a bad day at work. But don't take it out on me, the fucking person who makes 8 an hour and works nights and really doesn't have much pity for you, and who takes your shit for no reason. Now here are three dimes (pointing at me and my two co-workers) and here is our sour cream (as we jizz all over her food). "

just delivered to a funny smelling house

[I totes know.]

DUDES

I'm getting so FUCKING EXCITED about our apartment! This is gonna be so AWESOME (room)!

Holy shit.

we dueled yesterday. arguably still recovering. Jesse "won".

"This is what it's like to be a kid"

"No, I feel more like a plant."

THERE'S GONNA BE A FUCKING DUEL!

GET THE FUCK READY BITCHES!

scientology

jesse, donoho, melina, lilliana, carrie, and I went to and explored the church of scientology pasadena last night for a good 30-40 minutes. we went on a self guided tour, watching all of their videos, listening to their speeches, reading pamphlets. Then we went home, drank, and all took the take home test of scientology.

that shit is just as crazy as people say.

Low on Fluids

There are some pretty weird people that come to Taco Bell and a couple of them are regulars. One guy, who I kinda told you guys about, looks homeless with his long ass hair, long ass beard, long ass nails (like 100 times bigger than mine, they start to curl) but supposedly was given $10,000 once by this guy he knew that won the lottery. Also, he knows about the RED camera and wants to buy one even though he makes sure he saves 1 cent every day by ordering 2 bean burritos separately.

Then there are the old people who usually get the soft tacos because the crunchy ones are too hard and they always order the same thing and they are always in a bad mood for some reason.

Of course there are all the high and drunk people who I always envy. fucking shitheads, i wanna be you right now but instead i gotta deal with your shit. A couple of kids made sure they ate in the store and stayed long enough to sober up to drive back (didnt make much sense since they drove there in the first place). Also, there are the dicks like this one guy who i knew from my high school who decided to shake up a beer (A good beer too) and let it off inside the taco bell and I had to clean it up.

But today I talked to a couple of guys (non regulars) that were just a great surprise. The first guy, was a guy in his 40s that had his hair died blonde and it was short and he looked a little bit disheveled and thought he might be gay but that thought soon changed. I wil quote as much as I can remember from our interaction. Me, "Hello, how are you doing today?"

Him, "I'm doing good. I'm just low on fluids. Can I have a large drink?"

Me, "Sure. Would you like anything else?"

Him, "Nahh, my fluids are just drained."

Me, "Ohh, alright. that will be $1.89"

Him, "Ok. You know girls just drain your fluids. Especially when you see your girlfriend only twice a week, you know?" I had already started to laugh out loud and then he keeps going even after I give him his drink and everything. "You know, I took a couple Viagra and my heart just goes crazy." (He starts doing a couple of hip thrusts and then stops. "After a while it was just too much."

That was the most a customer had ever made me laugh at taco bell. The guy was out of control. Keep in mind we were in the middle of a rush and it was pretty packed with people with a line behind him.

And then on a more serious note I talked to these two guys, one a co-producer and one an actor of this feature that is shooting at UCONN and at eastern connecticut state university. I'm going to try to contact them and see if I can be a PA or something. It just finished its first week of shooting so im guessing they have all the people thy need but I will try anyways. It's a pretty legit movie so if I can get on I will be pumped.

AbOOObbBAAAHHHGAHHHBoooBBBoOooo

Pork Chop Gives Out A Joint

Alright so some crazy ass shit just went down. Jesse and I are still in disbelief.

So we went to a UCB improv show tonight, and it was awesome. After the show, Jesse and I both need to poop. Briefly, to provide context to the story, Jesse's toilet has been clogged all day, so we haven't been able to shit. Earlier in the day, Jesse had to crap in a Venice Beach public toilet, which is very similar to Hell, and I had to crap in a CVS bag. This is a desperate situation, we both need to poop real hard.

We go to the restroom, and find that there is only one proper unisex bathroom where we can poop. We get in line. Jesse goes in first and I am next.

The woman behind me says loudly, "Man that show was awful". Looks at me and says, "Didn't you think that show was terrible?"

"No, it was great"

"No, it was terrible"

Then her boyfriend hollers at me like, "Hey dude come over here the men's toilet is free"

I say, "No thanks, I have to poop"

Then the bitch in front of me is like "Let me go in front of you, I don't want to smell your fucking shit when I'm pissing"

I pause, thinking. "No. I'm in front of you"

Just then, a cute porky girl taps me on the shoulder, "Excuse me, can I use the restroom really fast? I spilled coke on foot, and just need to splash some water on it."

I pause, thinking. "Sure"

Jesse comes out, Pork Chop goes in, then the bitch spends a good minute telling me off, saying Im an asshole, Im not a gentlemen, My mother wouldnt approve. You have a bad relationship with your mother, dont you? I'm sorry your mother hates you, but that doesnt me you have to take it out on me by making me smell your tude.

Then the bitch storms off. Pork Chop comes out. She looks at me, and hands me a fat fucking joint, with the dankest shit Jesse and I have ever seen.

"Thanks"

And now gentlemen, we are about to smoke that shit, and stumble over to Melina's to get a plunger. Good day to you, sirs.

skype #2

hey so I was being totally legit about skyping so i made a doodle since i made a doodle for nbs as well. Hopefully you guys will fill it out. It's very short. I figured the only time we could do it would be at night so those are the only times. and these are all eastern times so for those of you (jesse, scott) that are living it up in L.A. (fucking bullshit) will have to adjust. http://doodle.com/7yfut5eph9sed8in

do it.

skype

The NBS board is going to be skyping soon to talk about next year and that got me thinking that i would also like to skype with you guys. I dont know if it will be possible because of our schedules but i would like to do it all at once if anyone is up for it. idk maybe im just really gay for you guys.

this is gonna piss you off

i was hanging out with donoho and our friend nate last night. nate is the other friend of mine who works in film. donoho is incredibly talented and successful, but nate is even more so.

so nate moves to atlanta to get work, and on his first day in the city, he walks onto a set of some NBC series. he politely asked for the KPA for a couple hours, the dude finally comes out like, alright man, what do you want. Nate asks for a job. The dude says no, but you can hang out and watch if you want. nate says yes, and immediately walks over and starts organizing all of the food. then he walks over to the actual set and starts organizing all of the cables on the floor, because he can't touch the lights or stands of course. the next day he gets to set an hour before anyone else, organizing breakfast for everyone, and cleans the entire set.

after 2 days of this, the KPA starts to pay him, but nate has to keep it secret because there are 10 PA interns who aren't being paid.

now, after living in atlanta for 3 months, he has been a PA on a multiple NBC and CBS shoots, and right now he is currently working as an electric on some big feature, i didn't catch what it was or what company. he is 22, and the youngest electric on set by 6 years. everyone on set hates his guts, except for the Director, DP, Gaffer, and 1st AD, who all predict that Nate will easily be working as a professional Gaffer by the time he is 28.

and he is dating the costume designer, a beautiful 33 year old woman. they have tons of sex.

Poisen?

Tried to make some pot stickers. They didn't look right. I ate them. My lips taste like aluminum. Anyone?

I Stole Colonel Sanders

Yeah. I totally did.

Late night summa advetahs

Went to brandon's last night to do a little humbaba then go get the $2 taco bell deal that adrian can describe in greater detail. Brandon lives in a kind of big house, most of which is a completely empty and unused addition, and in the basement under this unused addition is his dad's band room, so we go here to do humbaba and play some instruments, because it is far enough away from where everyone is actually living that they cant hear it.

after a couple big humbaba hits i am very high, and the option is on the table for one last big finale hit. i ask who will be driving to taco bell, me or a girl from brandons school that was with us. she says she is willing to drive; i say i am willing to take one more hit.

i kneel to the ground and suck in a whole lot of humbaba. i exhale the hit and know that i am about to enter a whole other level of high. with this thought (and the image of a nutcracker) in my mind, i let out something to the effect of, "Oh Mama." I stand up and turn around to face the door to the band room.

brandon's dad is leaning in through the door, giving a death glare to brandon. nothing is moving; the world is still.

a wave of horror washes over me: oh no, i think, this situation would be awful.

suddenly a second wave: this situation is actually happening.

a third wave sends my balls back up into my body: i am the kid in this situation who was on the floor taking a hit when his friend's dad opened the door. also, i may or may not have said "oh mama."

some background information on brandon's dad: brandons parents are douches. they once kicked him out of the house essentially for not wiping down the microwave and stove enough after he used them. after i let him spend the night at my house, they said that they could accuse my parents of kidnapping and that he wasnt allowed over anymore. as far as the band room goes, brandon is only allowed down there if he leaves it exactly the way he found it. last week the decorative tip of a whammy bar came off, and his dad claimed that his guitar was 'left in pieces on the floor,' and brandon was never allowed down there again. that situation was straightened out, and brandon was under the impression that he was allowed down there again.

what he didnt know was that he had to ask permission first. so as we are all frozen in place, me having just taken a hit and said "oh mama" right in front of his dad, he starts lecturing brandon on how he didnt ask, and how he always leaves things messed up. after 5 minutes or so (which felt like closer to 5 lifetimes or so) he hasnt acknowledged the humbaba at all. the thought crosses my mind that maybe he didnt notice the vape. then i remember that i was on the ground taking a hit and saying "oh mama" when he walked in. that may have caught his attention.

he tells brandon that brandon forgot to turn a light off in the basement. brandon says, 'i usually remember, im sorry.'

brandons dad says 'yeah, you usually remember a lot of things, when you're not stoned out of your mind.'

then he turns the light off in our room and everything is dark. after a couple seconds he mustve realized he hit the wrong switch and needed to see, because he turned our light back on and stormed off.

after a minute of silence, we went out to enjoy some tacos.

Dream

I woke up today and realized that i had a truly magnificent dream. All I remember was that we (Scott, Adrian, Jesse, and Joe, sorry josh) were all in some room making Mr. Senator jokes. The only one I remember was me saying "Mr. Senators! I did not have sexual relations with any other Senator!" Fucking funny. Anyways, I have been working at Taco Bell the last couple of days. It's been pretty ridiculous but whatever, I'm getting paid. Argentina won today in soccer!!! It was awesome because we had been playing like shit the last two games and this is for the Copa America, same as the Euro cup or the gold cup but just for south america and costa rica and mexico. It's also being played in Argentina so there is even more pressure for the team to do well.

Alrgiht, I miss all of you so much. Can't wait to get back. Anyone know when they are going to move in? I know it's early but it's all i can think about.

More Bullshit

Apparently I received a letter from Emerson alerting me that they charged me 25 for improper move out, because there was "excessive floor cleaning needed".

did anyone else get this letter? I'm emailing them to tell them that this is bullshit.

Gentlemen,

I would like to introduce you to Jan.

Jan, pronounced "yahn", was born and raised in the Czech Republic. He grew up in Prague, but spent some time in Slovakia before he got the CR. I met him at a music festival, and we quickly became close friends. Like most Praguers, he speaks relatively little English, but he is extremely friendly. We all need to be nice and accommodating because he has never left the Czech Republic, and it is a little nervous.

Jan costs about 145 Czech krowns.

Which is about $8.50.

Now senators, Jan is no vape, but he is friendly, polite, and very affordable. I hope we, as a group of senators, can welcome Jan into the State House with open arms.

YES!

I GOT A DAY OFF! I GOT A DAY OFF. THANK THE LAWD: I GOT A DAY OFF.

Also,

Suck my Ass

holy shit its the 4th of july

i forgot. because no one gives a shit about the American Independence in the land of swiss. im flying back state side in 2 days, with tons of stories, pictures, and back on facebook.

jesse, how is it at melinas? should i still go? are they near anything cool? like can i walk or skate places, or do i need melina or ellen to drive me places, cause that sucks dick.

uhhh just general update, trying to be a dick and make you guys jealous and shit. i went to a 5 story club in prague with a bunch of germans and got harassed by the police. I went spelunking (caving) in budapest, and went to a local music concert, where they had something that was like rhode island pissa, except it was next level. (this keyboard doesnt have the last letter of the alphabet). 2 days ago, in Interlaken, I went paragliding, and it was the fucking coolest thing ever. i sat on a glacier and ate chocolate popcorn. chased by a goat. i am unbelievably sunburned. and french people still suck dick.

and when i get home, and am able to upload pictures, i shall make an extremely important blog post. there is a new member of the awesome room gentlemen, and he is smokable. And he is fucking smokable.

is scott dead?

just a blog

So I watched Amelie last night and it was wonderful. I suggest it to everyone if you haven't seen it. Also, have a nice 4th of july!

Adrian's Legitimate Picto-blog of the Week: 7/1/11

Adrian's picto blog of the week... NOT!

I cant believe joe patton tagged me as that douche bag. I'm totally not anything like Adrian Lacasse. And the fucking sound kid looking like a dweeby douche like always.

Kristen Can Comment on the Blog?!

Kristen can comment on the blog!? How did she get on the blog? Who let her into the blog? Did somebody leave the blog open and she just walked right into the blog? I don't think I feel safe in this blog anymore. Guys, I'm leaving the blog.



Blog!

Camp

It's in shambles. I'm a group leader, meaning I am running a group of children. We are the Soph B Bromance. It's fucking Bromantic as shit. But camp is not all so well. The pool is still not open. They put all this work on one guy and it's not working out. Staff morale is at an all time low. I don't even know anymore. GAH. I'm a little drunk and I hate my boss. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I gotta pee. Kbyeeeeee.

blog

post

So I havent been online since my last post...

and what the fuck is everyone doing? Post your shit people. Goddammit. You guys are the only people I give a shit about keeping up with. and then i log in and get nothing? fucking bullshit. goddammit

Ghanga?

I'm tired, sweaty, and confused as I walk over one of the many bridges crossing the Seine. Fuck. I need to get to the airport shuttle station in the next 15 minutes if I'm going to make my flight. I'm pretty sure I'm going the right way, but I'm not be totally sure.

In the sweltering heat, I pull out my map and unfold it, laying it out on the railing on the bridge. As I'm in looking over the map, a local Parisian strolls up. "Hello! Where are you trying going to now? Can help?"

Well would you look at that. A friendly local trying to help a brotha out. "Airport shuttle? Do you know what it is?"

"Oh!" He points. "Just over there!"

Oh thank god. I'm only a couple minutes away. I'm gonna make it.

"Thank you so much man, I appreciate it!"

"No worries, no worries!" The local begins to laugh, rather loudly and awkwardly. I join him laughing, trying to be nice, when all of a sudden...

"Ghanga?"

I stop laughing. "What?"

The man becomes straight-faced as shit. "Ghanga?!", he says intensely and solemnly.

"Uhhhhh... well, I mean, yes, I smoke, but I'm about to get on a plane, and they will security check me and find it. No thank you." He doesn't understand. I try again, using hand signals and facial expressions. Now he gets it.

"Well, well, well, well, well, well... OK OK!" The man strolls off down the bridge, laughing.

I made the plane, and now I'm in Prague.

I was bad... again.

So today I went to Taco Bell for an interview and i get there and the guy sits me down and he looks at my application. He then says "ohh, where do you go to school?" and I say "Emerson College" and he says "oh the one in manchester (a place in CT)" and I think fuck, I know he is probably not going to hire me if im going to be here for only two months, should I lie. And so I say "Yeaahh" in kind of the most non-agreeing way possible. And then he proceeds to tell me how he wants someone to be there for the long haul, that I'm an investment for the first month. And I'm like fucking jesus, what will I say once the summer is over and I have to go back to Emerson. But fuck it, its only taco bell. And then the shift leader comes to do a little bit more of an interviewe and she also asks where I go to college and I responded "Emerson College" but I noticed she was a little bit confused when she looked down at my application and saw that so when I said "Emerson College" I also added a thumb point over my back, meaning that it's close by and then she kind of has a pause and eeps going with the interview where she proceeds to ask me "So how much wil I be able to work once the school year begins?" and I say "Well I would have to see what my schedule looks like but it can't be much, definitely part-time." And then she is like ok, we are going to hire you. So I got hired at Taco Bell. That all on its own sucks but I also feel SOOOOOOO bad that I lied to them straight to their face. I have been trying to figure out how bad that lie was and my dad says that it was pretty bad and my mom says that it's ok. What do you guys think? Should I not even take this job because they will be so pissed when I leave? I was thinking that at the end of the summer I will just tell them look "I have a lot of classes, I found this job closer to school that pays better (JVS) so I have to go, I'm sorry." Is this too fucked up? I NEED money, and this need makes you do a lot of things you never thought you would. Should I just kill myself? Please help me out. I don't know what to think.

An Awesome Room June

Fuck

Move into my apartment. Chill. Crazy girl trying to extort money from me. Threatens to kick me out. Flee apartment. Go North. Chill. Watch "Once Upon a Time in the West". Go to work. Stay with Ellen and Melina. I no longer have an apartment for the summer. Fuck.

(Now I drink)

by the way

everyone here says "mr. senator" now. including all 16 students, castle staff, and kitchen staff. this morning i watched a girl go for the last eggroll, and her friend exclaimed, "Senator, Please!!!"

bringing the awesome room to europe

ughhhh

It's 5:09 in the morning, and I slowly begin to stir awake. Holy shit, I've been asleep? How? It doesn't feel like I'm laying down, though...

I peel open my crusty eyes and my situation is revealed to me. The odd sensation I'm feeling is rooted in the fact that I am not actually sleeping lying down, but rather, sitting in my desk chair with my face on my desk.

More importantly, directly in front of my face is a garage bin full of my own vomit.

Holy shit, there are birds chirping outside.

I close my eyes and try to think. Alright, what the fuck the happened. I remember pre-gaming at the castle, and then going out, but the rest is blurry. After a few moments though, several scenes from last night flash back to me. 4 large beers. Fly like a G6. Intense game of pool with Jeremy. Rihanna. Received a free round of shots from the bartender because this is our last week. Took a hit from a fat joint outside the castle gates. Made out with Liz on the bridge. Made out with Liz on the stairs. Made out with Liz outside her room.

I slowly lift my head up. My computer is still asleep, so I wake it up. Porn. Porn? The site is still on the home page?

I look next to the computer to find a wad of unused tissues.

Oh goddammit. I came home, tried to masturbate because Liz said we were too fucked up, but couldn't follow through because I started puking.

Said Jeremy, "Yah, you came home super fucked up and frustrated. I left the room and skyped my girlfriend so you could beat it. I came back 20 minutes later and you were sleep/puking? I dunno, I just went to bed and let you do your thing"

Careful to avoid knocking over the puke basket, I climb up to my bed, and fell asleep while cradling my water bottle.

what I've been up to

fucking NOTHING. So i haven't posted in a long time and that's because I don't have much to say. I have been hanging out with friends, playing some basketball, reading a producing book and watching tv. To make this post a little bit interesting, I guess I will talk about the last three movies that I watched. The last three were: Biutiful, Enter the Void, and Dr. Strangelove. Read if you would like, it's waaay too long. I would suggest reading other better reviews written by people who actually have a lot of knowledge of films. But it's w.e.

Biutiful was good but depresing throughout. There wasn't much arc in the characters and that bothered me. But don't get me wrong, I still liked it.

Enter the Void was good but only for so long. Like it was just fucking hard to watch, like too many colors, too much movement of the camera, and I was just like just fucking stop. I know the director had a reason for it but you have to come to a point where you just gotta say, alright i proved my point, and now I will stop. But no, this director also directed Irreversible (which I heard is one of the most fucked up movies ever, extremely gory) and this makes me want to kill him. Like this is the type of guy I would want to beat the shit out of. Fuck you for showing us this and I know he thinks he is better than us for doing it. What is the point of showing us what rape is really like? Like I don't want to see that, that is straight up nuts. To me, there is no art in that. What do people get out of seeing a movie like that? Anyways, I think half of Enter the Void was transitions from one place to another.

I really like Dr. Strangelove though. It was quite clever and I enjoyed it quite a lot. As for 2001: A Space Odyssey, I didnt like so much. I just dont know what happened, and I hate when directors just don't give an answer when they are asked to explain it because they say that we need to come to our own conclusions. Like I think the only reason why this movie is considered one of the all-time greats is because Stanley Kubrick has his name on it. No movie with endings like that has ever gotten notoriety unless a well-known person has been behind it and therefore we give it more credit than it deserves.

I should make my own top 100 list because whoever put 2001 as number 22 is definitely an idiot. They probably never studied films.

This is seriously all i could post because I have nothing else that is interesting going on in my life. I'm really sorry about this.

I Need Music

I need music. I'm working as an office pa and they have me doing a shit ton of runs. (A run is when I go and drop something off or pick something up or jerk someone off or put something up my) Today I drove 71 miles. That's a lot of time in the car. I have my ipod hooked up but I need some new albums to listen to (full albums would be best). If you can suggest some or refer me to a place where I can get some or send me some or help me get some [poontang] that would be awesome [room] [blog].

Dublin

I drank, I browned out, then un-browned out all in one night. I didn't know that was possible. It was because our flight back to the Netherlands was at 7am, so we started drinking at 11pm, I became drunk as shit from about 1:30-3:30, and got sober, and went to the airport.

I stayed up all night, so I had time to un-brown out. But there is two hours of the night that is super hazy.

A professional Soccer player signed my arm during that time, apparently.

Oh, and Argentina, I went to the Guinness Brewery. I know you love Bailey's, can't remember if you like Guinness, but the Guinness there tasted bomb. Don't you like Guinness? Am I making that shit up right now?

Fuck you guys.

Cats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTTwcCVajAc&feature=player_embedded

Adrian's Picto-blog of the week: 6/13/11

Whaddup bros. As illustrated by this picture, I just made $100 today doing landscaping work, the first actual money I've made all summer. I can now afford a couple weeks worth of gas.
I want to know more about what everyone is doing. I know that Joe is being a Europe-douché, and that Jesse and Scott are legally declared bird, so I guess that leaves Adrian and Josh. And John if he hasnt killed himself yet. What's up guys?

Bird Sightings

Since arriving in the Los Angeles Area, little has been seen or heard from friends, Jesse Sperling and Scott Ray. The only documentation that has been found are these two photographs, taken at an unknown time and an unknown location. News Channel 6 will keep you updated with this story as is progresses. We can only hope that these young men have not been absorbed into the ornithological underground of the West Side.
If you have any information on the whereabouts of these individuals, please call:
(310) DOUBT-IT

....suck my ass

The Awesome Room goes to Venice

Adrian's picto-blog of the last two weeks: 6/5/11

My accomplishments and jealousy-inducing adventures of the last two weeks include:

-standing in rain for 10 minutes being pestered by police after being caught taking a walk in the outside at nighttime

-being on a boat in the boston harbor

-spending day looking forward to game 7 of closely followed playoff series, only to take a nap 2 hours beforehand and sleep through entirety of game

-sitting at a documentary production office for 8 hours transcribing an interview

-getting a moderately accomplished but completely unknown documentary filmmaker to know my name/who i am

-attempting to save a baby bird that fell out of its nest

-successfully hiding from angry mama bird in garage

-getting a free Cumberland Farms Chillzone (a slushy)

-buying two $4 movie tickets on Groupon

-finding out how terrified of heights i am when painting exterior of house

-watching friend stand up after accidental nap and immediately fall over because leg was completely numb

-inventing "lawn chair soccer," a sport in which a bunch of full and lazy people in lawnchairs kick a soccerball back and forth

-finding out that weed butter exists

where. the. fuck.

is adrian's lastest picto-blog update.

I didn't get raped in Germany

Sorry bout that dudes, i know im letting you down.

So I wanna write a massive update, but I don't know how to essentially summarize 10 days of traveling. uhhhhhh.

So I went to Florence. That was fucking sick. My professors by all of us alcohol about every day, and get drunk with us.

Venice was beautiful, but there was just to many fucking people. Saw some amazing shit though. One night we all went to the beach, I drank an entire bottle of wine, and apparently i tried to do a dozen handstands and fell every time. I don't remember that at all.

Koln was super cool. Didn't get raped in my hostel. climbed a lot of shit, rented bike (didnt get thrown anywhere).

Koblenz was fucking awesome, just because of the dudes i stayed with. They bought me pizza, we all went out for drinks, and we all watched arrested development. They told me that the German perception of Americans is that we just walk around saying "fucking awesome" all the time. whenever i would say it they would rag on me super hard like, you fucking american.

Im going to Amsterdam tomorrow. Going to see a sex show

I miss everyone

ya, what the fuck, is jesse and scott dead?

where you at?

Has anyone heard from Scott or Jesse since they got to LA? Are they dead? Is anyone alive? Am I alive? Is Adrian a bear? Is joe on Earth? has john fucked more girls? Is my dick black? Has jesse grown a beard? Is Scott happy about the mavericks winning tonight? Am I lost? Am I part of the show LOST? Did the rapture happen and I didn't notice? Is this funny? I don't think so so I will stop right there.

MY DREAMZ

I finally bought a PA system with my friend. My DJ dreamz is coming true. I just need to find parties to play. And don't worry y'all, I'm owning the system fully at the end of the summer and bringing it to school. Senator Party 2011? I hope so.

How's everyone doing?

some motherfuckers threw my bike in the moat

it was bullshit, senators. simply bullshit

but dudes!! fucking sick news. I don't know if you know about couchsurfing.com, but its international stay-with-locals-for-free-on-their-couches website, and instead of finding a hostel for Koblenz, Germany, I just found some dude to let me sleep on his couch!

BUT IT GETS BETTER. this dude is like 45, speaks english, rich as shit, has a house on the river, has cerebral palsy (so he has assistants of course), and has a huge ass place, and i get to sleep in his guest room. not only do a get a free awesome place to stay, the plan is rape-proof.

i miss you guys so hard. there is 16 people here in the program, 4 of whom are guys. two of those guys are outrageously gay, and the other one is Jeremy Sender. Jeremy is the fucking shit, but everyone else is a caddy bitch. and one of them tried to get on my dick super hard last weekend, but apparently that was a huge deal caused drama, so the girl stopped trying to get on my dick. now another girl wants to get on my dick, but she is trashy and dumb and lazy

where do you a put my dick?

oh dudes jeremy is the shit. we broken the sacred silence and admitted that we both wanted to have time to masturbate, so we are beginning to work out a schedule.

Adrian's Picto-blog of the week: 5/22/11

I just discovered that it's been a whopping 11 days since my last picto-blog. Where has the time gone?

Foul Bachelor Frog

How did i not find out about this until now? i blame josh.

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all of these reminded me of us in some way

one last blog

So i just wanted to say a couple of things before we all die in judgement day, it's just a couple of things i had to get off my chest.

1) I actually hate all of you, especially adrian, joe, scott, and jesse.
2) I was trying to use you guys to get ahead but turned out that you are all idiots.
3) I'm gay and enjoyed it every time I got "raped."
4) L.A. sucks and i would never go there.
5) adrian is a dick.
6) jesse you are not a bird, you are not a sloth, SACK THE FUCK UP!
7) Joe you are an actor and you are of course gay dont try and say otherwise. Also, i put nuts on all your shit.
8) Scott you are from texas.
9) John, you are a whore.
10) Josh, i guess you are cool, i dont know.

That was my last list, peace mother fuckers!

Hi

Hello. My name is Joshua Levy. I have been a fan of the Awesome Room for about 3 days. Seems pretty chill. I am a 19 year old boy who looks like he is 12. Feels Goodman. I have suicidal tendencies, especially when I am on a set for 6 days and the DP is a bitch and the Director is incompetent. I hope all of you are having good times doing whatever. But seriously, sometimes I don't want to live anymore and sometimes I want to be the best filmer EVAR. Whatever. I'm ranting. This pill makes me feel weird. KBYEE

It already feels like im 21 here

Maybe its because the drinking age is 16 in the Netherlands. Fucking nuts. I miss everyone super hard.

In other news, I've gotten really good at riding a bike with no hands while pedaling. I can keep that shit going forever.

Also, holy shit, like 5 more people joined the "senators!" joke. Jeremy Senders and I started doing it, and it caught on. Even one of the staff members, who speaks good but sloppy english, walks around like, "Mr. Senator!"

I lost my virginity!!!!

... nope, it was all a dream. Fuck this bullshit, even my fucking brain is teasing me.

boner

its what i have for all of you. so do what jesse is doing and come to my house now.

Up For Interpretation

So me and my friend are driving along on, music playing going about sixty. Suddenly, with no warning or reason, my friend cuts the wheel right. We swerve into the corner of a driveway. He cuts the wheel back. Once again we swerve. We are now driving on a sidewalk.

Question

What happened that night to lead to this? What series of events led us here? How could this happen?

Up for interpretation

Adrian's Picto-blog of the week: 5/11/11

I'm a film major, and film is a visual medium. So instead of writing and telling you what I'm doing, how I'm feeling, what I'm thinking of, what my plans are, why I feel as I do, etc., I'll just take a picture of myself, and you can interpret the rest. That way I don't have to do the work.

This is me right now.

Enjoy.

My Dick

Holy shit I just booked flights from Venice to Koln, Germany. And then to Paris to Prague. And then to Budapest to Geneva. HOLY FUCK. can you believe this shit?

I'm flying to the castle on thursday. I'll keep everyone updated on what will surely be dumbass european adventures.

cut on my finger

So you guys remember about a week ago when we were outside enjoying the weather, throwing the lacrosse ball around, when Jesse somehow mistakenly, as he puts it, crushed me with his pinkie finger and cut my hand open. Well, you would expect that after a week that it would all be fine and healed but NO! He has cut me in the perfect spot where I can't put a fucking band-aid on it and every time I reach into my pocket to get my cell-phone I fucking open the scab up again and blood flows down my finger. It's some fucking bullshit. Bird had to strike me one more time before he left didn't he. What a bitch!! No more rewriting that Bird script and making it into an incredibly famous animated short because this mother fucker decided to fuck with me one last time.

Well enough of that bullshit rant, I was kinda just writing so that maybe you guys will follow. I miss you guys and I'm bored. And frankly I love it when that cut opens up every time I reach into my pocket because I'm reminded of you, Jesse, and the truly great moments we have shared. Now I;m going to jerk off and use my tears as lubrication.

P.S: FUCK A DICK AND FUCKING WRITE PEOPLE!

Being home sucks

I've almost said the word "fuck" like 500 times. Today I slept til 2 and my whole family made fun of me. It's midnight, and everyone went to bed at least 2 hours ago. Goddammit.

We have all left and part ways.

aaahhhhhh... FUCK THIS!

CRIMSON AND CLOVAAAA

bahh-na

nahh-na

da-naaah

OVRR AND OHVAAHHH

Where the Fuck is Everyone

This is some fucking bullshit. Why is our suite still fucking empty at 11pm on a Sunday night. I've already jerked off three times and consumed the rest of our drugs. Its fucking boring god dammit time to play mario kart by myself again.

Gone

They’re all gone. Everything that made the Awesome Room awesome has vanished, at least for the time being. Now it’s just a room and I’m in it. What should I do? I’m in a room, alone. What should I do?:

Should I go outside? It’s gotten cold, that doesn’t sound too good.

Should I watch a DVD? Scott took all of his and mine I know too well.

Should I read? Ha!

Should I masturbate? That’s always an option but right now I don’t feel up to it. What should I do?

Should I write? Well, I’m already doing that and yet I feel like I’m doing nothing.

Should I smoke? Why? With no one around that practice is empty.

Should I skate?

Should I rub my balls on everything in the suite so that when they return I’ll have the secret knowledge that they are touching something that my balls touched?

Should I get drunk and watch Midnight Cowboy?

Should I line the walls with toilet paper and draw on them? A forest maybe? Or would it be better to draw perspective lines so the hallway goes on forever?

Should I sleep in each bed and decide which is the best and then switch that mattress with my own?

Should I go through everyone’s things to discover horrible secrets that will make me rethink my association with them?

Should I let them know I miss them?

Should I kill thy self?

Should I play music?

Should I swap scott’s things with argentina’s things and then swap them back again?

Should I build a fort? I could build a fort and stay inside it till everyone gets back. But soon the walls of that fort would start looking a lot like the wall of this room and empty.

Should I do a headstand till I pass out?

Should I eat coins?

Should I stop?

Should I break something, that way I’ll have to put it back together before they get back? What should I break?

But… wait

Oh, hark! How is this I find myself?

Up? Elevated? Outward? Dare I say... high?

Yes, it appears true indeed! How well I’ve found it and uncovered myself! Myself to be the thing I have uncovered, like a carpet you have to pick up to look under only to find out that you are under it. And look at this joyous setting for such a moment. How much room for me to lay and roll around! Oh the lack of people, without those there is no one to point out how wrong or confused I am! How joyous…

Oh, Midnight Cowboy is on.