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.