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.



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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.

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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.