How to tell if you're a loser

If you have nowhere to go because all the school facilities where you'd normally kill time are closed early because its a friday night and the school assumes that you are out doing something.....you might be a loser.


But that doesn't apply to me because they kept the lounge open.

:D

Insermnia; a short poem

I am just a man
Who wants to fall asleep
No matter how I try
I keep on counting sheep
I jerked off once already
And still cannot get sleep
If I jerk off again
Does that make me a creep?

just read a bunch of our old school blog posts

shit was funny. i miss everyone. you guys are awesome.

a list of things i noticed

-i think this blog started before we even knew josh. wtf.
-what the fuck ever happened to joe's pipe from europe? jesse do you have this?
-does joe still check this blog? or scott?
-i think i was gonna say something else but i cant remember. i'll leave with the shit that made me laugh hardest; argentina's pre-apocalypse list-rant:

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.

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anyways hope everyone has a good post-thanksgiving weekend. in the words of john, GDGF
Gay love,
Adrian

PS - as i was just finishing this blog, Staring at the Sun randomly started playing on my itunes. fucking memories and shit...fuck.

Thanksgiving in 4 frames

Happy thanksgiving dudebros

Eat a lot of shit, drink a lot of shit, shit a lot of shit, and watch football.

Happy birthday, America.

Self Portraits from a Distance: or Kicking Off My Art Career Via My IPad

Sights and Sounds - Nov. 16th

Last night Adrian and I hit the town.

We began by purchasing some Congress supplies, and let the night progress naturally from there.

After a session of fierce vote-casting in the fens, we headed to allston to meet up with peeps at a battle of the bands.

While waiting for the T in kenmore, a rap battle of the whitest proportions began to unfold upon our ears.

Here's some Senator-Cam™footage of the proceedings:

Anyways we waited for the B line to come. One came but was full, so we waited some more.

This is when some Twilight Zone shit went down.  Adrian and I are all the way down at the end of the platform, everyone else is concentrated in the middle next to the stairs. So this kid comes walking down towards our end, then walks past us.  Then I watch him as he goes all the way to the end of the platform, looks back to check that nobody is watching, then proceeds to walk off the platform and back into the darkness behind the wall.  And nobody fucking else besides me noticed this shit, and I am.

Eventually another B-line comes and this kids friends are all worried that he's still back there, and he comes out holding his pants all giggly and shit.

What ensued was one of the most crowded T rides I've ever been a part of, filled entirely with college kids.  I realized that I'm now a senior, and all these college kids were younger than I was by probably at least 2 years. By appearance and what i could hear and see from the ones in my area, each of these kids was narcissistic and superficial as fuck. They were all just trying to impress the girl/guy they were with, didnt hear a single person crack a joke.  I kept thinking about how these kids have probably had facebooks since middle school and grew up with twitter and the jersey shore and shit like that.

Anyways, after generalizing and judging the entire T super-hard, we got to allston.  Our friends were presumably drunk as fuck when they went to battle of the bands, so they wandered into this random-ass house that had a band playing but wasn't battle of the bands. But the band was good, so we met them there.

The band was fucking sweet, three dudes playing perfectly in sync with each other, looked like they were improvising, sounded like clouds.

Later we went to chill at our friends'. Here's a snippet of an epic 10-minute beatbox jam.

Good Band Names

"Artificial Insemination"

Apathy

Apathy art. What's after post-modernism. I call this one Whatevershark.png