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