| ovary-edo |
[Aug. 5th, 2005|04:26 pm] |
i surprised at how much i love this stupid city. i keep meeting people that are better than me and resent myself for not being more productive. i keep thinking that everyone of my friends are better than me and are all going off in their own crazy direction while im starring out windows daydreaming. andrew, you´re the most productive person i know. james, without you i wouldn´t have grown half the balls i have now. keith, don´t even get me started on how you´re better than me. dominique, you´re fucking nuts and i love you for it. i love spain but i miss you sons of bitches.
first week of school is done which means goin to bars. fuck being productive, this nikka needs a drink. im pretty set on getting a radio show at the uo station. apparently once you´re a dj you have access to a limitless supply of music and can burn it all for free at your discretion. james, everytime we communicate i hate you more and more for moving away. andrew, acting like you with rania was a truly cathartic experience. bj, don´t ever stop being funny.
if i didn´t mention you in this post, i´ll make it up to you later, either that or you just suck. |
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| it´s not so bad |
[Aug. 2nd, 2005|03:44 pm] |
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josh - so here´s the break down of oviedo. in my program the majority of the students are fratboys and sorroritities from uo. fortunately, though they´re not a lick of interesting, they are all incredibly amiable and attractive and make for good drinking buddies. in terms of adding content to my life, ive been kicking it with some non-american kids i´ve met from austria, germany, and sweden, as well as attempting to make small talk with pretty spanish girls. it´s great because none of the other americans will even look at the spaniards so the fact that i approach them and engage them in conversation they get all types of flattered. and my teacher is the ding dong, in terms of teaching and guapa. i´ve found a motivation to learn that is more influential than any other motivation in my life - my cack muthafukas! but seriously though, this city offers a relatively jumping nightlife thur thru sun but seems to be lacking in culture, but then again i don´t really know all that many people that are from the city so it´s aletist for me to say that. the other day i kicked it with some girls from argentina. if these two womens epitomize the argentine feminine, then i want nothing more to move to argentina cause they were fricken hilarious. i´ve never seen anyone put more energy to taking out garbage and smoking a ciggarette. i remember collin saying something about culture shock getting to me when i realized that none of the natives speak english. it´s true that none of the oviedians speak english, actually, aside from the americans nobody really speaks english, i think i find it more embracing than shocking though. i think my accent is better by far than any of the americans, and im the only one that makes an honest effort to communicate with non-americans. holla. the only thing that sucks is that i have yet to find a decent hook on hash, so if anyone wants to mail me some, that´d be really nice of you. bj, i really hope you´re making the most of your time alone, either that or spending making friends and then not being alone, that is also acceptable. i can´t believe im going to live in america one day. in all seriousness, short of my good friends there´s very little that binds me there. in terms of family relations, they don´t do anything with their lives and don´t seem to be particularly interested in what im doing with mine so i´d be fine seeing them once every few years with a story or two to keep them occupied.
bj - josh is overtly sentimental, thus he is faggot.
josh - bj uses his homophobia to make up for the fact that he beat up other children when he was younger because he thought they were aliens. |
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| NICE TO MEET YOU oviedo |
[Jul. 30th, 2005|04:25 pm] |
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wow, oviedo is less cool than barcelona, im considering droppping out but ívé been told that i get 8 upper division credits for one month of study, i´ll post more later, time is of the essense |
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[Jul. 28th, 2005|03:02 pm] |
Josh --- i feel at a loss without bj here with me, so in order to cope with the seperation anxiety i´ll make a post for him as best i feel i could.
fake bj says - oh man, talk about fag city. i know im in a different country and it´s really cool and all but talk about gayness. last night at this stupid night club i danced better than everyone else because they all danced like gay. oh man, homomomomo.
josh says - I have to start school in oviedo tomoro and i don´t know how im gonna get there, but i don´t care becaue people in europe treat you right. i´ve been getting sloppy and saying stupid shit like, ¨blang blang booty thang,´ to random people at random times while flashing gang signs. i remember during orientation the large emphasis on how europeans don´t take kindly to public displays of drunkeness. that´s all bullshit. these niggas love the sauce. the other night some spaniards, germans, this friend of ours from austria, collin and i passed around a bottle of yellow absinthe and smoked several hash spliffs at what is disputed as the most notorious skatepark in the world. it´s funny because it´s litteraly right outside of a museum of modern art and it´s really just a big flat space with a few ledges. the great part is that the museum is totally down with the skating. there´s also a wall that runs along the length of the museum that has the explicit purpose of tagging on. the park is called macab btw. anyhow, one thing led to another and suddenly called hobbles over to me and places his hand on my shoulder and utters to me in a half whisper, ¨josh, i need to you to take care of me tonight because im fucked.¨ i respond with, ¨what the fuck are you talking about¨ then i realized he was retardedly smashed. he ended up losing his phone and vomiting profusely. nearing the end of the night we hopped on a bus. at one of the stops before our destination he stepped off and i thought he was lost. immediately following this thought he began throwing up some more and then got back on the bus again right before the doors closed. very clutch for basic motor skill mind set he must have been in. the whole time i was talking with this guy from costa rica about how i thought spain was better than america. its great here because i always end up just walking up to people and engaging them in conversation. throughout the day i did this and everyone except the costa rican was pretty much fluent in english. most of the time i talk to people and find out there from germany and the austrian girl starts talking to them in german. so many foreigners in this city. earlier in the day collin´s friend phoned us so he could do a photo shoot. when we arrived, we being collin, steffi the austrian, and i, they told us that they wanted to do photos of all of us. steffi had litterally just entered the country hours prior and we joked about what a great country this must be where you can step off a plane and immediately become a model. i guess the photos are going to be incorporated into some english translation textbooks or something along those lines. pretty f-ing random if you ask me. it´s just nice to know that now im an international model. i can definetly see the appeal of the modeling career, but i think i´ll stick with playing jazz music and feigning interest in art history and romance languages... speaking of which, the other night me and the spanish gang went to a jazz club. i thought it was gonna be really mediocre but was horribly mistaken. the club was set up open mic style where folks would just bring instruments and play. they were fucking raw. they played a miles davis tune with a more sped up latin feel and i think i peed in my pants a tiny bit. super trumpetor with fricken sloppy licks. i´ve really taken a liking to roberto, the friend of collin´s who i´ve been staying with the majority of the time. he´s been living here for nine months and hasn´t worked or gone to school the whole time. collin resents him for that but i don´t because he´s fucking raw on guitar and in my mind that justifies it. miss portland alot and am definetly gonna be a different person when i return. probably more aletist. i should fit in just fine. |
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| This one is all about cats |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|07:58 pm] |
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BJ Says - So Europe and America are pretty similar in a lot of regards. The one and only big difference about the two places is the cats. I know this because I spent 11 months of my life working at a Cat store. But, I digress, my point is that the cats are way weird here. They don´t meow here, they do some other bullshit. People sneeze different in Europe too, but anyway I am talkign about cats. Keep your mind on the cats Beej, that is what this post is about. So the cats here to put it bluntly are fucking disgusting. All cats: fat, thin, long, orange whatever. All disgusting. You know in America how you see a cat and you can´t help but go into a round of baby talk ¨oh kitty kitty kitty!¨ they are so fuckign cute, not here. you see one and you are like ëch!¨¨ How is that thing fucking alive even?¨ No matter how fucking feral the cat in the united states it is still adorable. It could have two legs, one eye, and a syringe in its head and you´d want to cradle it. I really lost the idea when I typed about the Cat´s Meow (the aforementioned cat store I was employed at) but trust me this whole cat bit I was going to do was really funny. Anyway, the cat´s in europe look like they got burned then hit by a car. Oh shit! I remembered something, oh fuck it I was going to be really gross and crass. I don´t want to, it was just for shockl value. Anyway last night was great. We smoked a bunch of hash at this short film festival and drank some beer and then hit the town. So you may have read about it in either Roni´s or Collin´s LJ from the past but here in Barcelona the Pakistani´s are fuckign irratating. They try to sell you cheap ass beer for 1€ every where you turn. It is worse than those guys who give you porn flyers in vegas. Anyway, long story short, collin was so drunk and high yesterday that he was fuckign with every single one of them, which is like 1 every 6 feet. I honestly nevered laughed so hard in my life. Then on top of the guy we walked by jacking off as he slept on the ground, only to fund him 3 hours later still at it. The crazy spanish dude who attacked the giant bronze cat we were sitting on, pakistani´s trying to climb the cat to sell us beer. Other pakistani´s trying to climb up to peek what the rukus was about. God I always lose track what I am doing on this because I am always distracted by cooler shit. Anyway I am having an amazing trip and I would love to bore you to death with more indepth stores than what you read here. I have been hogging the computer from Josh, I feel bad about it becuase he looks so happy about getting t use it. I am a bad friend, teasing him with anticipation by typing these worthless sentences. I´ll click post this entry and when he goes to post he´ll be delitefully suprised I beat him to the punch. Take that Josh! |
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| i think bj deserves a chance |
[Jul. 19th, 2005|07:50 pm] |
BJ ~ So we are just lookign over the beauty of whateverthefuck Spanish city it is, sitting and joking, sipping at coffee. Something draws my attention away from the scenery, it is a brokeass pickup truck full of men, they all have guns, not sure what kind, big, and they look russian, the guns, the guys are spanish, but the guns have that dumb wood shit over them, like russian guns, anyway. So they drive by looking intimidating, the guns adding to their presence, and they just drive by and glare at everyone one the street, giving a big "fuck you" or whatever it is in Spanish. They drive by and everyone just sort of freezes, like "oh fuck" or whatever it is in Scaredy-Cat. Anyway, they drive by without doing shit, it takes us all a minute to sort of get back to talking, just before we feel comfortable again, they drive back. This time they are pointing the guns at people up ahead, people at my table start to get up and begin to move inside, I am behind everyone else, stuck behind the que of people. I start to panic, that sort of innocent uncollected panic, sort of resembles when you have to piss and the line is too long. That little dance you do that just screams "Hurry up!" Anyway, it is pretty much too late, I hear shots being fired, and I know we are probably being targeted right now, so I turn around and try to find somehting to duck behind, or whatever. Anyway, it doesn't happen like that, I just turn around and I feel like I get punched, punched a lot. I fall to my back and just look up, like, "OMG WTF" and then hit me, after the bullets did. "Oh snap I got shot" It wasn't has happy as that by any means, in fact it was more of a crying/convulsing ordeal. Anyway, I am freaking out, for what seems like good reason, and I am sort of fading in and out. They drag me back to the flat and I am trying to remove my clothing, trying to see what is goign on. The lapses between what I see and fell become greater and my senses fade, I just keep coming to to see more blood and less clothes, finally before I can find something nice to lay on I just sort of bucle over, blacked out I suppose. Not sure how much time passes but I wake up, my chest hurts like I got kicked, I feel like I woke up in an oven, doubled over on the floor, half of me on a inflatable mattress. I keep rubbing my eyes but I can't see anything, it is just all black, like Live At The Apollo. Darker, no puerto ricans. Anyway, I am slowly recollecting my thoughts, and then it hits me, "oh shit did I get shot?" I grab at my chest and my palms slide off with pure wetness, I can't see shit so I just keep groping around, my hands are met with m,ore and more wetness. I try to find where I am in the room, and I try to find the bathroom, I am getting more and more frantic, I can't see shit and it is fucking baking inside. I finally find the way to the bathroom and I hit the switch, it burns my eyes like 3 cigarettes in my ass, but in my eyes. I look down and I see that I am fine, my chest stops aching, but it is still fuckijng hot. What a shitty way to wake up on your first night in Barcelona, with a stupid ass nightmare. Oh well. Not like I woke up to anything much better, a shit stained toliet, this japanese girl who never leaves the house, some crazy other guy who smuggled 160 grams of hash up his ass from India to Japan, and one dirty mess. Blah Blah, I may be complaining but I love it here, it is very pretty, I am happy Ariel Stark Faggot finally met up with us, it was getting awkward hanging out with his friends with out him. Roberto is a great guy, he reminds me if Ryan Humm and Mike Collins had some sort of Latin Son. Anyway, I am still high off hash so I am going to go look at free tits at the beach. That's another thing, the beaches here are amazing! I am actually talkign about the beach it is gorgeous, dark blue water, perfect temperature water, nice thick sand, tits, and stuff liek that. Anyway I am turning into a hambone again. Sorry. Saulie. Lo Siento. Donkey Shit.
Oh shit, I forgot why I wanted to post. Hey Alec, I want to visit you in Boston when I get back. I get back to NYC on July 24th. My 21st birfday is the 4th, can I come visit you? Anyway get back to me with info sucka.
josh ~ barcetown is something great that needs to smell better. i can't swim but good gosh do i love the beaches here, i'll let you all imagine why... just kidding. today the waves were fucking intense, especially as a nonswim. this one came that must have been at least 8000 feet tall and smashed me into some british dude on the beach. i think he got the worse end because of his delicate upbringing, oh well. ariel, bj and i just finished smoking some hasheeshe we purchased from some italian shorty. hash looks neat. bj is way high and im just craving more. hah! i knew i could fuel my addiction if i just put my mind to it. i think bj is more colorful right now than ive ever seen him, and i don't mean that figuratively, he's been exposed to mediterranian sun and now he cant' go back. fuck collin for getting to study here for six months. the other night to which bj was refering was in fact a day of hell. even though i was sleeping on top of a bed on top of a washingmaching, as opposed to an erect, vertical air mattress like the beej, i was sweating more than a baby sea lion about to get turned into a jacket for a rich canadian, aka - nancy's mother. that's right nancer in the dark, you get a shout out this post. anyhow, im hanging out with a friend who is apparently going to school in australia when we decide to have a rock fight. he's a better thrower than i but we never hit each other. the closest i came was when i chucked a really lock boxy type rock, but he pulled his mom out and deflected the rock on her teeth. at that point there was genuine animosity so i left thinking about how i hate what australia turns people into. apparently a man's remains were found in australia that date back 60,000 years. that rivals those found in africa which in the scientific community is the undisputed origin of mankind. kind of strange huh? on top of things, if you were to note all possible transit routes by water and around africa and the southern coast of asia, then take into account the fossil remains of humans there, the oldest one you would find would be in sri lanka dating back only 40000 years, very odd. i keep drinking water to no ends and it doesn't help. i run into one of the wayans brothers and his wife, i forget which one it was and that made things a little awkward. i wake up and realize that you have to drink water in real life to quench your thirst. |
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| holy moly espanoly |
[Jul. 18th, 2005|08:08 pm] |
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josh '''' barcelona you give me a bona. the fukcing beach was intense. for some reason i though i could go a day without sunscreen. wow im the fuck. my upper body is a beatiful red glaze. the cot i slept on over the washing maching in roberto´s apartment was incredibly hot. i kept having dreams about drinking endless amounts of water. suddenly i awoke bathed in sweat and realized that i had to drink water in real life in order to maintain bodily nourishment. it was good though because i honestly mistook the burning sensation of my flesh for coldness, go me. it´s kindof awkward staying with someone youve just met through a friend especially since his girlfriend is leaving really soon and they prolly want to spend quality time and what not, oh lord. last night he left us with a bunch of swedish girls we don´t know, also incredibly awkward but fun none the less cause they was all shorties. time is out, andrew go to barce! |
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| Czech This Out |
[Jul. 15th, 2005|06:09 pm] |
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BJ Says - First off read my Magilla Post if you are Jon or Andrew. Second, Italian is a beautiful language. Even more beautiful when you are awoke at midnight by a man screaming it, while he grips the leash to his dog. I canàt really find an approiate adjective for the dog, but scary will do. Anyway, you canàt help but sound like a hippie at midnight when a bit Italian wakes you.
Man - Rarararar Italian!
BJ - What's going on, man?
Dog - DIE! (in dog language)
Anyway, we are in Rome, it is gorgeous, everything is gorgeous, except for the men. The food is cheap and amazing. Words canàt describe how amazing any of this is, that is why we took so many pictures. youàll see them eventully, unless Collin and Alison decide to erase the ones they took, because those are the only ones of certain areas, also they better send them to me. Anyway a lot has happened, Josh got a sex change, and I lost my right arm. Krakow was amazing, my favorite part was at a dance club where at one poitn I was dancing with 7 women because no men dance or can dance there. Anyway, theyàd say stuff to me in their stupid language but I didnàt understand so I kept on dancing. I danced for hours and lost every drop of water in me onto the floor. I had those women drinking it up too. I am a cocky son of a bitcvh, Anyway in Krakow we befriended to lovely Californian girls and the four of us went to Czech Republic, which is cheap as dirt, we think? like we were spending thousadns of their dollars and it seemed to cost around 4 American cents. The girls took us to Josh and my first strip club. Absinthe is also good, good and powerful, I stood on the prime meridan. Then Vienna. Which was pretty beautiful, the meseum was the best part. Blah blah, Italy is nice. My mind is elsewhere right now. I have a great big old plan to do in Portland, and I want to get back as soon as possible, I leave Europe in about 6 days. And I donàt plan on staying in New York at all anymore. Ask me in person for funyn stories because I have them and I have been too lazy to go into detail about any of them. This trip is great and I am sad to go, but also happy to go home soon. Next is the swiss alps, then barcelona, where collin isnòt of course! What to do? Whatever.
Josh Says - could rome be more amazing? could i ask a foolish question? if the human race was ever capable of constructing something beautiful, it exists within the vatican. this whole day ive been pleasuring myself with thoughts of becoming a graduate student studying in italy. unfortunately i havent been physically pleasuring myself, and thats rough because italy definetly houses the most attractive women on the planet. oh well. maybe my sex drive will just dry up and be good for nothing but excreting powder, that when mixed with water would somewhat resemble the texture of elmer's glue. im so fucking delirious and im surrounded by an endless expanse of visual pleasure. i wish i had a larger vocabulary so i could describe it without sounding trite. it depresses the fuck out of me that i have to leave in a matter of hours, but life never seems to stay bad when you keep a good frame of mind. i remember before leaving i was hanging out with my friends danielle and jaqueline. i told them about how thinking of the trip made me anxious. they told me not to worry because im the type of guy that always has things work out right in the nick of time. they were absolutely correct. there's been one train beej and i have caught that was on the verge of leaving, its stressful and exciting at the same time, and when i look back its a memory in the past that i cant change, just stored and admired regardless of whether it caused me sorrow or happiness. sometimes i wonder if there is such thing as a coincidence. maybe im just overtly optimistic. for some time ive been contemplating what life would be like if rather than actually living and experiencing, someone could just witness as though it were a film, at times perhaps feeling somewhat moved in some. maybe thats why we have memories. i feel as though everything ive encountered is far to great to take in, almost like ive taken in too many beautiful sites and im past due for some bad karma or like im on the verge of dying. i really hope i don't die but i cant help thinking that something awful is imminent. what will it be? maybe something thats just really irratating. tradegy or irritable, theyre both way undank. i want to be home to express my thoughts to my loved ones and i want to stays to create more of these images. i think overall my goal has been to physically see the most wonders so that theyll get stored in my subconscious and resurface at some point in my dreams. dreams are essentially just the images of past experience manifest with some emotional backing, in my opinion. i could dream forever.
BJ Says - OK here I go again, liek always at the ned. I am liek the black shit of an oreo. Anyway, I want to apologize to everyone for my posts. Ijust relaized how fucking hambone I sound. I am puzzled why I post like I do, I think it is that I have so much positive things yto tekk yo but no way of doing it. Maybe I am just afraid to express how amazed and enlightend I have become on this trip, whatever it is I donàt know, but I am not doing a POSITIVE JOB ON LETING YOU KNOW HOW i AM DOING. whoops caps lock and we have no time òlike always, always running up the eBill I am a jackass. If your name is Brenan Dwyer I have been meanbing to write you an email everytime I sit at a computer but never do. I am a fuck up like that, but it would say that I miss you and I ma safe and having fun. Anyway Jon I am not mad at you but what the fuck man, I am goign to spend my fucking 21st birthday alone in a city where I know no one. fuck NYC I am gojgn back to Portland as soon as I step off the plane. I am sure that Portland is my home now and I am waiting to kiss MT Tabor Hawthornw The Pearl and every benson bubbler I see. How long does it take to train to Portland from NYC how abuot a bus. Iàd look it up but I have no time, perhpas you gusy can poist me some info, NAncy I am looking at you. I donàt know why. Anyway, hjelp me get to Port cheap and quiclkòy. It is where I belong. Fuck you Jon. I loev you.
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| We Hate Humans, Long Live The New Flesh! |
[Jul. 9th, 2005|07:29 am] |
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BJ Says - Dude, you all should hear Josh right now, he can beat box so well! So on a whim we have found ourselves in Poland. Krakow, Poland. We are rockin' out with our Krawkout. The hostel we are staying in is like 14 dollars US. It is the nicest place we have been so far, free internet, free laundry, free buttsex, and other shit, sorry I forgot what I was goign to type because Josh and I got into a serious beatbox battle. We have become amazing it. Even better dancers, especially compared to natives of this continent. We went clubbing we some rad kids last night here. I got kicked out of the club for no reason, well actually the group thinks it was because I was dancing too well. I was faded off cheap Polish beer which of course like all Beer here, is way better than anything in the states. So I am faded, like Leah's hair, clutching onto a railing outside, the only thing keeping me up from a sea of asphault. Polish kids talk to me in there stupid language and I just stare at them muttering German. I kept trying to get back in the club to find my friends but they wouldn't let me in. After many attempts and many times getting shoved violently and yelled in the aforementioned retard speak, I finally blasted by the douche and found them, (sorry another beat contest just occured). Anyway, Poland is gorgeous, liek the women. I enjoy the fact that the more we travel the more attractive the women get. Get with it America, y'all slackin'. Anyway, on a more serious note I miss all of our Berliner friends very much. It was very hard to leave them, it didn't help our goodbyes had to be cut short because we had to run to the train station, a-fuckin-gain. Anyway, to Adam, Alison (my cousin to the rousin), Erica, Asher, Price, Drea, Collin (to a lesser extent), Ramsey and all the other crazy kids we met thank you very much for being alive. Anyway, like I was saying Josh and I are the cool. The cool mind you, I would correct that but it is good for you to know I am an udder fool. JoshkilledadragonImissEricararagoodbye!
Josh Says - krakow is the ding dank. i honestly believe that this is the most beatiful city that we've have traveled to. best of all im polish and now i actually have something to be proud of. in addition to the classical cobble stone/small, independent city scape, the clubs and bars are fricken bangin. everywhere bjana and i go we spread the word of hip hop. in berlin we did so and some german douches said the equivalent to, "bad" and nothing else repeatedly. not only are germans retarded at having any trace of whit, apparently their humor is fricken retarded as well. one man i spoke with said, "german humor is just so fucking gay, and not in a homophobic sense, its just really gay." so im better than the germans. the poles on the other hand... last night when bj, some mens and womens and i were out lolligaging in the streets some poles started singing, "america, fuck yeah!" to which i replied, "saving the world from the mutha fukin tourists!" i don't think they expected that curve ball, yikes! some young woman from our hostel just left to find a castle where a dragon was slayed throuh the advent of spicy food. dumb muthafuka. bj and i probably have to take a night train to prague from here, and this line in particular is apparently the most common route for people to get robbed. apparently what the robbers do is slash your pockets with a knife when your asleep, then if you wake up they stick a rag with some type of sleeping solution in your face and continue the robbery. i hope that i get really high when they gas me. maybe i will leave a note saying to leave me some gas for later in case i cant find weed in the places we're going. normally i would think huffing is wrong, but since im immersed in a different culture, it would be very ethnocentric of me to judge and not do bad things to my body. i would technically be a racist if i did not kill my brain cells. cheap alcohol is also neat. i wish america had cool. on a serious note, it sucks britain's public transportation got exploded. i hope that bj and i don't have that happen to us. if i die on this trip, i want you all to know that im better than you because im polish and i got dead in good continent and not bad continent (gaymerica) it's ok to make homophobic remarks because the other night i kissed a man. he was german though so it wasn't fag. who plays spin the bottle in a bar. it's like im back in middle school when i played that game once and almost crapped my pants. since i eat meat now i don't really have to worry about crapping my pants because im way constipated. bowels? i don't understand how people can eat meat everyday. it's ok for me to do it because im in europe and i know im a jerk. when i get back to portland, im going to hit on lots of women and then give them i fake phone number because they are not as good as european women. that's what you get for ignoring me all those years and saying im a bad dancer. because im american i can dance better than anyone here because they're all fags and they wish they were american. i hope that pretty soon i can make some really big men cry on the basketball court. i hope i didn't say that in my last post. americans have 4 things going for them - basketball, humor, dancing and some grasp on music. europeans are such fucking sand n words when it comes to music. they are missing the part of their brain that makes them not fag. fuck america and europe. they are both n words. i think im gonna go to an opium bar today. i'll pretend its weed and maybe paint it greeeen. greeeeeeeece i wish i could go to. sorry andrew but your fake fatherland is too far from our real fatherland. good gawd. peace.
BJ Says - I always type something at the end because I am on a reeeeeeal power trip. Get it! Trip! Because I am travelling! Sorry if we offended anyone with this post, you can blame all the nutella we have consumed. I wonder if I call Poliska folk spicks, they'd know I was being racist.
Time to go smoke some Krack!
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| Droppin' Shit Like an Eight Grade Relationship |
[Jul. 5th, 2005|05:00 pm] |
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BJ says - so remember us? We have been in Berlin as you may know for quite sometime. It is the coolest place I think we have been so far, I would love to live here. Oh, if you cared to know James Brown is still the fucking man even though he is as old as the sounds he created. So far this trip we have been fortunate in terms of live music. Jamesy Brownsy, was rad, but then the first nigth we got here we went to a wild party where Peaches was the DJ. I tried to make out with her, but her boyfriend was going to eat me. We also went to Live Aid and saw Brian Wilson, from the Beach Boys. Eat that Andrew Gorny!! Anyway, Green Day and REM where there. Madonna was there via telescreens. We all got excited and thought she was there. We blah blah, we have made so many great friends here. I love this place. It is like Portland but the parties last till 2 pm the next day. Collin and I tried to go to an Adidias model casting we got info about from the visual director, on little to know sleep we stumbled around the city and found kids still dancing and drinking and trying to hok up oin the fucking afternoon, it was so bizarre. The parties here are godlike. We went to one in a huge warehouse, a lot of great bands played, naked people, free money for finding cups, and a bunch of other really rad shit. Berlin is sooooooo great, sigh!
Josh says - im not sure what to think of this city. everyone just kind of talks to each other and it creates a snowball effect of socializing. it's raining today for the first time in a long time and we have no umbrellas. i feel incredibly uninteresting compared to alot of the people here who have been traveling and being creative and productive for years. i feel like i need to do more with my life but i can't at the moment so i just drink cheap beer and eat cheap food. i wish all the knuckle heads weve been meeting here could just live in portland. apparently portland's reputation is bigger than i had thought, people keep making reference to it and that makes me happy. fucking rain is suck. it seems like we don't really engage in any specific activity here but somehow the days just fly by. last night i divulged to ariel that i thought i wasn't be productive enough and he said that in the blink of an eye the whole thing will be over. ariel is much wiser than collin but he still dresses like a girl. i love collin. i hope me and bj don't get exploded.
Some pictures for your feeble stances.
( Prepare Your Jealousy Hats )
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[Jul. 2nd, 2005|12:48 pm] |
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Josh ~ bj could not be here for this post because he is probably asleep in a different building. we arrived in berlin with relative ease. the buildings here are beautiful but completely impractical. there seems to be a shower in every kitchen, literally. it's very odd going from knowing nobody to suddenly being surrounded by wonderful sarcastic people. its like portland accept i don't get food stamps. i really don't have anything else interesting to say, i'll comment when im on mushrooms again. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2005|04:21 pm] |
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Hey Collin, we are both too high to heed your words at the current point in time. Nice try though, excited to see you tomorrow!
I need no reeze, I jus' got steeze,
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[Jun. 27th, 2005|10:07 pm] |
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BJ says - So we have been in Amsterdam for 3 nights now, wow. First off before I talk about my newly found drug habit, let me say something. People in Amsterdam are the biggest douche bags in the world. Hands down. Everyone here dresses like gay people. I tried to put that elloquiently but I am coming down from a trip and I am at a loss for words. Anyway, the people here look so GAY! They all wear skin tight neon shit, they are so metrosexual it is fucking intense, doesn't help when trance music is blaring out of every store front. So anyway, how is my trip going? Well I'd say it is doing very well. Our first day here we arrived on no sleep and empty stomachs, we found refuge on a house boat for the night but before we laid down our heads we had to smoke a joint, well we bought 5 grams of the fucking craziest weed. I am not sure why I tripped so crazy, it was like the weed was a key to the dreamworld that I had been shunning by not sleeping. When we left the coffee shop I was fucked up, pointing at every male walkign by and saying to Josh in a pretty loud way "Look at him, he's a fucking fairy!" Anyway, we walked into the fucking weirdest situation, it was a wide open square and Josh says, "This is a nice scene" as he says that I walked through a strip of celluloid and into the real world, people dressed as clowns are everywhere, and to top it all off a guy on a unicycle was juggling fire, he was speaking Dutch and I hallcuinated a stream of consontents flowing from his mouth, and random vowels would rain down and fill in the gaps. Blah blah. I just came down from a crazy mushroom trip, I thought I went insane, I stopped caring about what i was writing like an hour ago, so fuck it, here is Josh.
josh ~ mushrooms today. i supposed im more impressed than the crap that kids have been eating in the states. im not sure if the atmosphere here would lose it's grip on me if i were an actual inhabitant. the kids from london we've been kicking it with seem to have enjoyed the experience. hey andrew, when are you gonna be in greece, enough beating around the bush. i wish all my american folks could take mushrooms with me in amsterdam. i find it very easy to simply smoke spliffs in the place of ciggarettes. i smoke about 10 a day. the weed here is very genial and comes in many flavors. while i admit i enjoy the sheer debauchery of it all i wonder if this is how the trip will unfold. do people in europe just sit around and get high? if i could study art anywhere here i would be pretty content. fuck london, it's too expensive and the women are beautiful so naturally they won't be interested in some douchbag americans that have half the value of standard currency. i'd strongly reccomend hanging with more black people to those who are traveling. they seem the most friendly and down to earth. vanity is very prominent here. i feel like such a scrub walking around in my faded gap jeans and sloppy adidas jacket. im sure bj and i are bound to get beat up soon. the beggars here are ruthless. canadians are very embracing. this canadian kid from austria acted as a tour guide yesterday and made me laugh, in america he would be deemed fagoot. much love to those who are living simply, i wish i were you and you wish you were me.
BJ - Another thing! God, the natives are so gay! They are all tan, 6'3" and have crazy cheekbones. They all have mullets and spiked hair, blonde. They have purses our fanny packs. Last night Josh, Andy, Daniel, Joel, and I were walking through the streets and a guy dressed in a tight neon green fleece and a mathcing green purse threatened to kill us. I just laughed, I was like hey buddy my last to romps were in the fucking ghetto, I mean the ghe---too not the fuckjign gaytoo. Anyway, the people here suck but the city is amazing. I am still high. I saw a lot of things that were cool and fake. Like dignity. Suck my dicks, and peace!
<3
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[Jun. 24th, 2005|07:45 pm] |
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BJ says - So in New York I fell in love with every girl that walked by, then in London I did the same, last night we kicked it with these crazy somalian's till 6 in the morning, leaving us 2 hours to rest then move out, we decided to stay another night. Anyway, I met the most beautiful girl in the world last night, I'll never see her again, how sad. Anyway, Josh and I have been frugal here, like he said last post, our money is worth about half it is here. gOOD ONE AMERICA. So we have been walking everywhere, about 10+ miles a day, we also ony eat our complimentary breakfasts here. Which consists of a whopping bowl of cereal, and toast. German kids put jelly in their cereal, russians put jelly on their cheese, and Josh does all of the above. We have met some weird people here, I will miss them all, especially the somalian gangstas. The night before we met them we were in structed by the 5-0 to get out of the hood because we'll die or some stupid shit, anyway, we hung out their last night with the somalian's and it was probably the best time we have had here. Here is Josh, I'll come up with more intellignet and cooler things to talk about next time we don't have like 2 minutes to make a post.
Josh says - mutherfucking penis ball, my fucking camera is gone forever, i hate this city and my worthless life. somalians are the best. right now i feel like islam is the most logical religion. i don't have time to expand on that but i will to provoke andrew gorny, here's looking at you america.
BJ says again - Allah! Why did you make the most gorgeous woman ever created!!!!!!!!!!!!??????? I hate life! But not!
ANyway,
Peace out american kids, your country is fucking retarted
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[Jun. 22nd, 2005|10:39 pm] |
wow, traveling is a bitch. since we left weve been sleeping arund 3 hurs a night. new york is amazing. i dn't knw why people are afraid of black people, it hate. the hstile is really small, 6 beds in a 12 by 12 room, who wuld f thught. the o desn't wrk very well n this computer, and i can nly type fr a few more minutes. in england our curency is worth literally 56 % f what it wuld be wrth in the states (wtf!?) bj and i have t go t a party now somewhere in londn. i promise the next update will be more lucrative.
Dear American Girls,
Nice Try
Sincerely,
BJ and Jsh |
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