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