snitches

i have a habit of not taking very many photographs. usually they are on a disposable camera and i end up a.) throwing the camera away before developing it, or b.) taking a picture a month on average leaving me with a camera full of pictures i forgot i took. i developed two cameras worth of film recently with the latter coming to truth. so here, i will do my best to describe what i remember of the more noteworthy pictures. descriptions go from left to right, top to bottom:

Set 1
#1 Jeff is drunk/pissed/written on
#2 The disgustingness that was our coffee table on January 2nd
#3 The kid loves pillows
#4 I remember posing for this picture, but none of us can remember why we are standing in our boxers

Set 2
i tend to take a lot of pictures of people who do not wish to be photographed
#5 Christopher Kinlin, aka Kinlin
#6 Christopher Hamel and Joseph Dooling, aka Hamel and Pussyface
#7 Dominick Columbo, aka Dominugs
#8 Robert Gee, aka Bobby

Set 3
#9 Some old lady that crashed in my town
#10 Eric Hamel with a dangerous sneer
#11 Passes out in my bed
#12 The wonderful Pleasant Valley Store, Canaan NH. ive been wanting this picture since i was 6

Set 4
#13 I join my friends to push scotts stupid bastard bus out of the parking space
#14 Andy Bates, Danny Mannix, Ben Stacey standing proudly in front of it moments earlier
#15 Crazy Indiana guy that i sold my ticket to 4 hours earlier. when this picture was taken he had no idea who i was
#16 Enjoying my 6th brewdog while waiting in line, time is approximately 10:30 AM

Set 5
#17 A trash yard in Maine proudly named, "Hubcap Heaven"
#18 A crappy bathtub with holes in it next door to Hubcap Heaven, asking price: 520$
#19 This convenience store sign gave me a chuckle, reads: Ammo, Propane, Movies, Snacks, Beer, Cigarettes, Bar & Chain Oil
#20 A vender at phish. sign reads: Sex 4 Sale: 5$ oral, 10$ vaginal, 15$ anal

as many of you know, i went to the phish show (IT) in limestone a few weekends ago. in order to do this i had to skip 2 full days of classes including an organic chemistry lab and a differential equations quiz. the syllabi in both classes say neither can be made up. for diff eq he drops the lowest quiz so that problem was solved quite easily. the lab TA, Yang Liu, insisted on a doctors note. for the last week i have been devising a complicated scheme to have my little brother, who works in a hospital, to get some hospital stationary, forge a note, and fax it to mr. Liu. Today the planning stage was completed and i made preparations to set the plan in motion. however, when i talked to Yang today in lab i learned something very important. since his english is sub-par (read: can barely speak and understand it), he becomes easily confused if you talk quickly and use slang. after most had left the lab i began to spin a web of circular logic and half truths. after which i asked him several chemistry related questions before blindsiding him with a sob story about not being able to get a note, etc, etc, and he told me it didnt matter, and that he trusted me. sucker. i guess you can get away with not doing labs as long as you can talk in english faster than your TA can understand it.

on a side note, when i left today for lab Kinlin was napping and i did him the courtesy of playing Lady in Red, by Chris DeBurgh, very loud and on repeat.

much to write about. yes. and pictures. no time to do it. keep waiting like suckers.

this week stinks. not as bad as last week i guess, but i got to receive all the grades of my midterms that i did crappy on. i got the same, im disappointed/i thought everything was going well/i dont know what the problem is speech several times. makes you feel like a million bucks.

i think due to my slight problem with posting directly following my co-op i lost many of my faithful readers. all i have to say is, good riddance you assholes.

i just found this slice of paper that has a cryptic message on it. as i stared at it, i remember scrawling its message while staring drunkenly at a wall hanging in the loon mountain tram shelter. by the way, i saw this message when i was not drunk so i didnt copy it down wrong. not even the employees knew what it meant. here is what it says:

If the B Mt put:
If the B. Putting:
Dont put: over a-der
You'd be an * it

if anyone has any idea what in the hell this means please contact both me and loon mountain ski resort.

lab was interesting today as we were producing 1-bromosomething. during the experiment we became aware that smoke was coming out of our apparatus. we questioned our fresh off the boat from china TA, and we were informed that it was HBr gas (POISON), and was nothing to worry about. about 2 minutes later, the whole lab began to cough. i guess no one expected that acid vapor would hurt your throat. once we remedied the situation (sort of) the only casualty was a rubber hose which was promptly melted by the dangerous gas. we all had a good laugh about it. also, it took 2 years off all of our life expectancies. so that is kinda neat.

my sister got her DWI case dismissed. good for her. too bad i dont get any of my friggen court cases dismissed. Judge Ceroni is a cock smoker.

i have come to the conclusion that my family is absolutely insane. watching them get shitcanned at my cousins wedding was excellent. plus the bartender and waitress decided not to card me so i was able to join in the inebriation.

there are few differences between today and the worst day ever. i look back and see nothing but goals not accomplished, and deadlines missed. i was able to FINALLY pick up my check from northeastern for which i spared the lives of the attractive customer service girl and her hideous beast coworker. basically, i was rushed all day and never got to finish anythi

i have made a decision. because i get (woken) up before 8 every morning whether i have class or not, i am going to go on a sleeping strike. i will make it my mission to forego falling asleep as long as possible.

kinlin falls down stairs. i wish i had seen it.

i forgot that now that people can read this i should atleast be semi-consistent about writing. ummm, not much happening of excitement. northeastern has managed to do something quite incredible. they have raped my asshole all the while with their head up their ass. here is the timeline of things that went down. on june 25th i went to customer service to request a check for the balance in my account for purposes of paying rent on time and purchasing food. on june 30th my cash release was approved and i was informed that inside of 10 business days i would have my check. i was annoyed at the time, but thought little of it. 10 business days later (today) after rent is long over due and food is nonexistent, i return to the customer service center to ask why in the hell i dont have my 4300 dollar check. they basically said "oops", and that i will have my check by 3 on friday. what they dont realize of course (or they didnt until i yelled it in their faces) that not only is it making me look like an asshole by not paying hamel back for rent, i have no food, and also i have to wait until friday afternoon to rush to the bank, get a haircut and catch a bus home for a wedding on saturday. and all by no fault of my own. motherfuckers. if i go in on friday and receive no check i will inform them that i will be waiting at their cars with a baseball bat. for anyone interested in participating in my idiot bashing fest please let me know.

names have been altered (sort of) in a pitiful attempt to disguise the guilty parties in this gruesome tale. a true story:

i was up at 76 malumet street last night with my friends mayla, mim, and maw meshaw may. some drunk people i didnt know showed up and were annoying. but more importantly, meshawn was telling us the myan, his roomate, caught a mouse and was going to keep it as a pet. he allegedly placed the captured mouse into an empty cage. this cage, belonged to meshawn who used it for crickets and frogs to feed to his pet spider, mady. meshawn didnt like the idea of what he called, a half dead mouse, in his unused cage. according to him, he filled the cage up with bleach and shut the cover until the mouse curled up into a little ball. as of last night myan didnt know about his new pet mouses untimely demise. he is at a concert for the weekend and will not return until sunday. this gives meshawn plenty of time to dispose of the evidence. but what will myan say, when he receives an anonymous letter tipping him off that foul play was involved. for more details, or a translated version of this tragic account, contact me via the little comment box below this so its nice and easy to ignore you.