Home For The Holidays

I'm very fortunate to be home so soon. Some kids are gonna be on their way home by plane or whatever in the middle of the night before Thanksgiving. Sucks.

Leg Death

My leg died the other day. I was sitting on the ground playing Borderlands when I suddenly had the urge to check my Email. As I started to stand up, I realized that my leg was dead. It wouldn't move and it was anchoring down my body like concrete block. As I swung it around against the ground in an effort to wake it and get up, it started to throb with terrible pain. Every movement I made meant more pins and needles, but every second I didn't move, my leg became more asleep. I fought the pain for almost twenty minutes, dragging myself along the floor, pulling myself up onto my bed and usually falling back down. It was like giving birth, but through my leg. And then it finally started to come around and I was able to get up. I was all alone for this time, crying and laughing and yelling at myself. It was the most shameful moment of my life. The End.

Clam Chowder

Just cooked soup in my dorm for the first time. Didn't go so well. It was a Campbell's Chunky Clam Chowder in one of those ready-to-nuke plastic things and it has one of those metal pop-n-peel lids (like on the top of a soda can or a normal soup can) and when I peeled it off it splattered clam chowder ever where. Terrible. Luckily Yoseph was not in the room so I cleaned up the evidence only to confess to it here on this blog. Anyways I put it in for the minute it tells me too (which is normally four in the original cans -- so I'm a little concerned). And what-do-you-know, nothing, it comes out nice and hot and I enjoyed my first dorm room soup. It was good and I almost spilled it again cause the stupid container squeezes.

That's pretty much it. Back to Borderlands.

Left Gay Tony In The Borderlands 4 Dead 2

Okay so me and Yoseph were up till about three thirty (five and a half hours ago) playing Borderlands, the Left 4 Dead 2 demo, and The Ballad of Gay Tony. All of them are great.

Borderlands is my new addiction and I'm concerned about Gay Tony, cause it may interfere since it's really good as well. L4D2 is just gonna be great. The demo was very limited in all aspects, not just time, but it will be out soon and Yoseph's got ten bucks down on it. Can't wait.

Everyone was playing Call of Duty downstairs in the basement last in night in prep for the next one. Since I don't have live anymore at the moment, I'm not gonna try to get it. Also my funds are very limited. It would make a good Christmas present however.

Tangerine On iTunes

Project 3.1's Tangerine has finally hit iTunes. Click here to find it.

Helpless Squirrel Surrounded By A Dozen Dick-Heads With Camera Phones

I'm walking with Sam through Temple Campus today (on our way to the "Ten O'Clock" shoot -- last day!!!) when we stumble upon a large group of people all smoking and holding their arms out in full extension with camera phones snapping pictures and recording a hawk cradling a poor, innocent squirrel on the sidewalk. The hawk was repeatedly biting at the squirrel, who was now long gone, and looking up at its spectators.

If I was there minutes earlier, I would have saved that squirrel. And all those stupid fuckers on the sidewalk... they've got the nerve. They should have jumped in there and saved him themselves. That's all.

Ten O'Clock

Working on our (Nick Kohut, Samantha Park, Andrew Clark, & Yoseph Abdelsalam) entry for the Five Day Film Festival. Last day of shooting is tomorrow, so hopefully we can wrap this thing up. The first two days I learned that even at one of the top ten film schools in the country, you're still not allowed to film inside most of the buildings. I haven't asked yet, but I'm wondering where, if anywhere, I can shoot outside on campus. Big pain. But we got a permit and were able to film a good 3 minutes of the required 4 to 6. Now we just have one more scene and some simple shots in between.

Ten O'Clock will be re-edited after the festival for YouTube. FiveDayFilm usually posts all entries anyway, but we like to expand our entry later to relieve any "rushed" feelings.

Upcoming EP

It is called No Delusion for now. So far I have two songs, one done (Eyes) and one still contemplating whether or not I'm through with it (Ate You Still On Faceplace).

Here's the album art:

It will most likely be free like the last, but with an option to donate or whatever. More information including a preview soon!

New EP: 4:00

Its free to download, but you can also pay or donate whatever you want. Help me out?

Its an alternative / experimental / spoken word compilation. Preparation for my next bigger album.

Uneventful Times

It may appear that I have forgotten about this whole thing, but that's not the case. Nothing much has been happening. People are smartening up I guess.

The other night I did see a drunk teenager pulled over by the cops. They were cuffing him and he looked like he was about to barf. Which reminds me, went to Cheeburger Cheeburger last night and had the pounder alongside my uncle. We got our picture taken and put on the wall of fame.

Past Days

Last weekend saw Dave Matthews with my girlfriend and Yoseph. They rocked. People were totally trashed. End of story.

This week I witnessed a squirrel defend himself from a hawk. The hawk swooped down from the sky and picked the squirrel up off the grass, but dropped him almost immediately. The squirrel hurried for a nearby trea and cluthched the trunk for dear life. I stood there watching as the squirrel and the hawk stared eachother down as if they were in a spagetthi western. The hawk eventually let his wings and flew away and the squirrel returned to his home above.

Not much else has been happening, but I will be updating this blog more often than I have in the past week or so.

Three Practices Essential to a Guy's Well-Being

So Friday night -- actually more like Saturday morning -- Yoseph and I are getting on the elevator to go to our room. Three guys get on with us, each one drunker than the last. They are all carrying these bags of chicken from some kind of fast food place. Smells really good. They strikes up a small conversation and then they get off at the floor below us. We get to the room and after a while I go out to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up. In the hallway are two of the guys from the elevator. One of them still has the chicken, but now has no shirt on. The other one is telling him that he can't eat in the bathroom, but shirtless assures him that it will all be okay.

As I'm standing there washing my face, I here this kids stumble into a stall, sit down, and begin to munch away on his chicken. It is a strange place, but its not totally out there. I finish washing my face and after I pat it dry, I head over to a stall for the final spill. As I use the toilet, I can hear the chicken kid in his stall having a bad case of the runs. That chicken goes through ya! I finish up as quickly as I can and I flush the toilet. As I walk by again to begin to brush my teeth, I hear him let out a great sigh of relief. Good for him, right?

I start brushing my teeth and what do I here? This guy is masturbating! He's getting into it, moaning to himself and panting like a dog. I get my stuff together and retreat. This kid managed to eat a meal of chicken, poop, and masturbate all in one sitting. Amazing.

Anyways... an hour later I hear some knocking on the door and who could it be but the chicken-poopin'-masturbatin' kid. He's got a shirt back on, but in a manner that makes me think he put it on the ground and then army crawled into it like a hot-drunken-mess. So he's at the door and he says "Hey man."

And I tell him I don't know him. He smells like ass. "Do you have my keys?" He asks several times. I tell him I don't him again and push the door on him. He grabs my hand and shakes it and asks me if I want to party. I tell him we will, knowing I won't see him again. I close the door, realizing I have chicken-poop-jizz on my hand.

Alarm Cocks Suck Clock

Eight thirty in the morning. CHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Yoseph's alarm explodes in a violent array of noise and static as it cannot locate a radio signal. I'm ripped out of my dream in a very violent matter and scared to the point of heart failure. I'm under my sheets, not sure if I'm still dream or not. I finally stick my head out in the open and I see Yoseph passed out across from me, his alarm clock right above his head screaming like the world is burning. I am in great pain. After a moment I call out his name, but he does not wake up. I finally get up out of my bed and kill the clock. I tap him on the shoulder and he freaks to see what time it is (his class isn't for another hour). I fall back asleep like a child who just had too much Jungle Juice.

Let me tell you about last night...

EEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRGGGHHH! Yes "Ergh" was the booming sound of the fire alarm right above our heads. Yoseph and I are sitting at our desks sometime around 6:30 PM. The fire alarm begins and we both shoot our eyes towards the sprinkler, hoping it doesn't explode, destroy all of our valuables, and drown us by filling the room with black sewage water. We grab our keys and jump down eight flights of stairs (4 floors) and stand on the street. Our building does not burn down.

We ponder at the idea of shooting over to the Wing Stop. Instead we get in the huge line to get back into the building. Twenty minutes later, we're back in our desks.

Afterwards...

It is late. Very late. Almost three in the morning. I could not fall asleep so I surfed the internet looking at kick-ass artwork, but by three, I feel its suitable to try to go to sleep again. Yoseph is laying in his bed, but not sleeping. I get in bed and shut my eyes, but the lights are on. Ten minutes go by and I finally ask him if he wants me to turn the lights off. He gets them instead.

I tell him its late. He says yes. He should not have drank that tea. I laugh.

Hours later and BOOM! Alarm occurrence. As I catch up with my dream, Yoseph rolls back over. Its 9:15 or :20 AM and I notice Yoseph still asleep. I get scared he'll be late or even miss class. I'm not sure what to do. Divine intervention... and... he gets up. Gets dressed. I fall asleep and when I wake up I think he's still there, but he's not, he was just in my dream talking at his desk... creepy.

So all that occurred in the past thirty or less hours. More stuff as soon as it happens.

Jungle Juice

So I've been informed that there's new drink floating around these parties I haven't been attending, but have been vividly writing about... Jungle Juice is the newest sensation hitting the streets. As described by some, it is a very dark mixture, which looks like vomit, but smells like fruit punch. Somewhere in its recipe is a very heavy dosage of grain alcohol and that is all that is currently know. More information about this Jungle Juice will be publicized once the secrets are unearthed.

Several Downers About Frats

So it has been a while since my last post, but I've been busy and I've also been contemplating whether or not I should have posted this... but I'm going to. Last week there was a Frat party and people were being invited left and right. I was invited, but I knew right off the bat that I wasn't going to go, because Frat parties are bad new. Animal House may have been a great movie, but it didn't come close, in my opinion, to showing all the bad shit that comes out of your standard Frat party.

These are two things I was told happened that night. The first bit of information was given to me by an old friend. An anonymous party was on his or her or their way to the party when he or she or they were stopped by two persons, one of which was wielding a shotgun, who came from out of an alleyway. A mugging occured and it is only another reason I don't walk down Diamond Street on a normal basis. STAY OFF DIAMOND STREET.

This is the second thing that happened that night. At the party, like most, there was an array of cups with mixed drinks in them. As the party came to an end and everyone was on their way home, between five and ten (don't really remember the exact number) boys didn't quite make it all the way. These guys weren't even scrawny guys like myself, but were big burly athletes. Some passed out in their dorms on their beds. Some just a few feet from their beds. I was even told that one individual was found passed out on the sidewalk in front of his dorm. At the party roofies were dropped into random drinks and these lucky guys experience the full effect of the date rape drugs. Does anyone suppose any girls experienced the full effect? What other experiences do you think they had that they aren't even aware of?

Like I said, Frats are bad news and Frat parties are even worse. This is all the more reason I will not be attending any.

More stories soon.

More Girls Gone Wild and Keri Hilson Concert

Woke up late yesterday. I thought it was like 9 o'clock, but the alarm clock actually read twelve. So I popped out of bed as my man Yoseph was getting ready for his shower. A little while later I go downstairs to have lunch (he's still fasting for Ramadan). So I sit down at a table with my meal and some huge athlete-looking guy and his girlfriend approach my table. They sit down at the other end and he reaches his hand out as if to shake my hand. So I shake his and realize he was asking me to pass him the napkins ( >:o ). So I try to break up the awkward moment by starting a conversation, but he didn't seem interested. He seemed like one of those huge dicks every high school has and his girlfriend is that really nice girl you wish wasn't dating him. I'm not saying you'd rather date her, but you'd rather she didn't throw this part of her life away with the huge penis on shoulders.

Late in the afternoon yesterday, it was coming close to time to finally eat some dinner with Yoseph, when a parade of girls (definitely from upstairs, one of them was shouting her room number into each dorm) marches down the hall. Note: we keep our door propped open late in the afternoon and in the evening so we can blast Eazy-E. I make a rough count of eighteen to twenty girls, and they're all going to the same room. The guys in this room must be having some kind of shoe giveaway or something; maybe giving out those Coach bags every girl melts over in the stores. Anyways, they're running up and down the halls, but we make nothing of it. We're hungry.

After dinner, we return to the room to find out that these girls are still in this room. The room must be a suite or something, otherwise these girls are in and under these guys' beds, in their closets, sitting on their desks, maybe even shoved into the refrigerator. We get back into our room and one of our friends stops by. He's on his way to the showers, but is planning on going to see Keri Hilson in an hour. It was a free concert hosted by Temple for Temple students. We told him that we'd go with him when suddenly four or so girls from upstairs walked by and commented on our friend's nakedness. By the way, these girls are walking around in those short dress-skirt things you always see girls wear at parties or dance clubs or whatever, but rest assured, none of them had any swag on. They were like kids in a candy shop seeing all these boys in the same place. I'm still shaking my head.

Anyways about five minutes later, I'm sitting at my desk when every one of these girls passes by again, but in the other direction. They're retreating. So finally we have some peace and quiet by the time we leave for the concert. We meet up with our friend -- who was in his room telling us his door was unlocked over and over again, but we were on the other side not really hearing him, just thinking he was talking to someone else -- and we're off. Who do we find, but the flock of girls all outside another room near the stairwell. They're talking about partying and stuff and I'm still shaking my head. They ask us if we're going into the room they're waiting outside of, but we tell them that we're actually going down the stairs to get the hell out of here. As we hustle down the steps, one of them recklessly yells her room number to us, while her friend tells her to knock it off with inviting boys to her room.

So we get to the venue and it is packed. There's a line of about a thousand people and I know that in any minute there's going to be three thousand more. We get in line, but aren't too far away. When they start letting people in, they suddenly hold up the line and tell all of us that we're on the wrong side and the line is on the other side of the big crowd. I grab Yoseph and we swim through a thousand pushy teenagers and I snatch us a spot in a little hole within the line on the other side. We look behind us and see that if we didn't squeeze in, we would have been down the block.

So they finally let us in and we see the show and it was okay. The opening act was called Swift Technique and they were so ridiculous, you'd be embarrassed too to be watching them. We were wondering why they would put a band like them up before The Dream and Keri Hilson. There was no match in genre or style or whatever. Then The Dream came on for like 20 minutes and then Keri for 20 or so. Its tough to be here, since she doesn't have too many full length songs of her own so most of what she performed was like a minute or less.

Anyways all we did was come back to the dorm and nothing else happened. There was a small stampede of those crazy girls again, but nothing else was eventful enough to remember. Temple had convocation today and that was pretty much it. Tonight should be uneventful because most people have classes tomorrow morning. Except me, cause I don't start till three. And I love rubbin' that in, cause its not gonna last.

Girls Casually Throw Up Too

So early this morning (about 2 o'clock, a little after I started the blog) Yoseph comes in the room and tells that there are girls everywhere. He says they're peeing in the stalls. I'm thinking they're either guests or for some reason from the floors above or below us. I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and watch a random girl walk in casually and enter the stall. I'm not used to this and I'm sure most people aren't, but I know I will get used to it as time moves on. But this particular girl didn't use the stall for its everyday purposes.

I'm brushing my teeth as I hear her begin to cough and choke and gag and vomit into the toilet. I was planning on using a stall, but I decided to just go to sleep. Later I was tipped off that she had been throwing  up for the past hour or two. Its one thing that kids drink before classes even start, but to get hammered to the point that you're on the edge of poisoning? I don't know, but I came to college for other reasons.

Boys Be Jerkin' and Girls Be Trippin'

So I moved in yesterday. Temple University. I'm kickin' it with my trusty roommate, Yoseph Abdelsalam. We did up the dorm real nice with a TV and Xbox, posters, and other random comfortable items. We met some nice people and got pretty settled in. Yoseph's fasting for Ramadan so he can only eat when the sun's down. I've been spreading out meals to the point where I'm eating four a day. Soon I'll be eating six. Maybe I can get to seven. I'll have to see how it works out with my schedule.

There is so much freedom here that I'm kind of overwhelmed and as a result I have nothing to do and am completely bored. I've been trying to occupy my time, but nothing really entertains. This blog may be what will fill the void.

So tonight there was this big dance party featuring DJ Damage. Its like your normal first school dance, where not many people know each other so they just stand around and talk. But imagine a whole basketball court, a full-sized gym, of college students talking and the occasional bobbing couple or group. What's a bobber? A bobber is someone who doesn't necessarily dance, but stands in place and bobs his or her hips back and forth. A bobber is usually accompanied by another bobber in which the bobber-in-back places his hands on the bobber-in-front's hips (who is facing away from the bobber behind by the way). In fact, some professional bobbers like to color outside the lines and engage in a little bit of grinding. You see it at any classic dance party. Millions of people bobbing in the same general motion.

Before this dance party, Yoseph and I reviewed the jerk. I tried and failed at the backwards run thing, but I can do the stanky leg pretty well, so that part of the dance is good for me. I tried dropping it, but that just ended painfully. We were on a video chat via Skype with a good buddy of ours John Horan. He was playing the song and watching us attempt to jerk. I came up with a funny short film to do around it.

So back to the dance. We're looking for people we knew but no luck. I see an average guy bobbing with a girl he must have met earlier today. They bobbed politely for a moment or two, then they stopped, talked, and he kind of left. Not a minute was my head turned when I looked back to find a guy twice in height, not bobbing, not grinding, but sexing this girl. And she was sexing him back. She was getting really into it, unlike her bobbing earlier. I thought they were gonna take each other's clothes off for a second. But they didn't, because when the song was over, he walked away smiling to his friends, while she was rejoicing with hers. All the while, Mr. Bobber was watching from the sidelines... heartbroken. I feel sorry for him. He stood no chance.

Other than seeing events like this take place and girls bent over so far, their hair was getting stuck in between their toes, we didn't find anything else amusing or entertaining so we left. And that was the bulk of interesting events that occurred on this 28th night and 29th morning of August, 2009 at Temple University.

Until next time, this is Nick Kohut in college.