Hangin’ Tough

Ummm you can’t be simple if you can film, edit, and embed your own movie on a blog. So sorry Mr. Seacrest, you are erroneous on all counts. In fact, because you had the audacity to create a video letter to Jose and not me, I will explain why you have your middle name prick.

I’m sure most of you have heard of New Kids on the Block, the popular pop group from the late eighties and early nineties… Well there was a singer named Jordan Knight who was in this group. Now Nic’s initials are N.J.S. HMMM! I WONDER WHAT THE J COULD STAND FOR. JORDAN! He was named after a failed boy band singer that his aunt had the hots for. I don’t even think they spelled it right.

So put that in your pot and smoke it. As for me, I’m hangin’ tough. (Pun most definitely intended) I don’t need any videos or handouts. No thanks.

I’m a Simple Man

Ok first off, I’m going to keep these short, unlike Andreas who basically composed Lord of the Rings 4, 5, and 6 underneath me.

Hey world, currently I’m sitting at a coffee shop in Yerington, NV. Looking out the window I see a shop that simply says “GUNS.” I sometimes wonder what they sell in there, most likely something cool like puppies. I uploaded a video for Jose, its a video letter to be exact. I think you, and him will enjoy it.

Other than that my summer has consisted of waking up at 530 am, pretending I enjoy eating oatmeal, running until I puke the oatmeal, sadness, loneliness, playing guitar, more sadness, and chicken salads.

Also, in response to Andreas naming the last blog post “New Kids on the Block” He can get fucked. Oh well, none of this will matter when were famous singers.

Seacrest Out.

New Kid on the Block!

Good News!

Nic has been added and will now be joining in all the blog fun! Jose is still figuring out the internet so give him time everyone. By the way I feel like Nic should explain the title of this post because it is very suiting…

PS: In the aftermath I hope that everyone had a fun and safe 4th… well mainly just fun because I know that we just blew shit up in my backyard all night. God Bless America.

The Day After Tomorrow.

Hewwwooooo.

Okay its actually not the day after tomorrow… its just tomorrow. It sounds epic though. Since Nic and Jose are retarded and have not created log ins and gotten admin, I thought I would write something. I was at the gym the other night and when I came home (like always this summer) I had no one to pillow talk with before going to bed. Nic overextended his phone bill, so I can’t even talk to him on the phone anymore, and I am kind of terrible at texting. Furthermore, Jose can only be reached by pigeon because of the horrible infrastructure in the Dominican Republic. By the way fuck the new iPhone I’m not about to pay $300 to upgrade when other people can get a plan and pay like $99. What is that shit? I’ll tell you: Apple. Rotten, Rotten Apples.

So I was at the gym. Somehow, our friend Nosleeves is at every gym. Don’t get me wrong; it’s not the same guy, but he’s a cousin or something. If you never listened to the shows about BC’s beloved Nosleeves, let me fill you in. There is this guy who works out at the Plex at least 7 times a day. He is always in there lifting more weight then the whole gym combined, and snacking on steroids, protein and babies during his breaks. So I was working out at the gym I belong to in the 9.1.sickness a.k.a. 916 a.k.a. Sacramento. Nosleeves is of course, wearing a freshly pressed sleeveless athletic shirt. He is lifting on three machines at once while most likely listening to Mariah Carey on his iPod. I mean he’s tough, but hes a big teddy bear at heart. Everybody knows that but they are just too scared to say anything about it. Poor guys just a little misunderstood.

What I noticed and I felt like I should add was that he managed to be looking at himself in the mirror at all times while lifting, hydrating etc. And when I say looking at himself, hes checking out his own muscles at all times. Considering the weight that he is lifting, this is quite a feat. I mean I lift a fraction of what this guy does, and I have to focus all my energy on the weights not falling on me and killing me.

I guess what I am trying to say is that I want to be best friends with Nosleeves. If he can manage to check himself out in the mirror while lifting dangerous amounts of weight, then think of what else he could do. He probably has 18 girlfriends, flexes 24/7, and lives with his mom. How fucking cool is that!? Really fucking cool is what that is.

Anyways, I am going to go and cut off the sleeves to every shirt I own. Safe to say I have more important things to do than write a silly blog post. Peace out girl scouts.

Andreas

Welcome to perfection… Join us?

Dear PillowTalk Universe,

Welcome! We are your hosts: Nic, Jose, and Andreas. I want to start by telling a short story so that you can get to know us a little better…

As everyone here knows, college is a crazy experience. I mean every party is full of naked chicks and you can sleep with your professors for good grades. Everyone wears argyle and everyone is a professional ultimate frisbee player. Everyone is there to get a degree, but more importantly live it up and have a great time. Okay, so maybe most of that is bullshit, and dont let movies tell you otherwise. Except for the last one I basically just thought out loud and typed about the movie Old School. Damn it if it were only true. Well anyways, let’s get on with it.

I work at the police department on campus as a, get this, safety escort supervisor. Now what does that mean? No. Your wrong. Unfortunately, I don’t get to supervise escorts making their hard earned money while using protection. Get your head out of the gutter. It’s actually a service that provides safety escorts for people who get spooked at night by the dark, rapists, and maybe dark rapists? Well I’m not quite sure anyway, because our campus is safer then an unlocked pinto in a country club parking lot. I actually sit in an office and relay phone calls mainly to an escort van at late hours of the night. Either way, that’s not the point of the story. (I = Andreas just for your records)

Now I have two young men who I do everything with. (I mean yes, we do shower and hold each other at night, but its a no homo kind of thing.) Their names are Jose and Nic. (I almost started by calling them my better halves, but that would a) make no sense mathematically, and b) just be too gay.) It was a Saturday night, and I was stuck at work. That means that I had a shift in the office from 12-3am, while Nic and Jose were off having a grand night of debauchery. Not to mention, after a certain point at night the safety van kind of morphs into a taxi for drunk freshmen trying to get back to their dorms. Let’s just say, I was tired and not ready to deal with people… except for maybe my two halves.

Most people at school tend to retire from their partying at around 2am. We find this morally repugnant, but sometimes the volume of alcohol intake can stop a night short… so I hear. For this reason, there was still a glimmer of hope that my boys would be awake at 3am. Well let’s just say my hopes were crushed. I walked in to find two empty handles of vodka, and empty rack, and Nic passed out on the couch with his stuffed animals (still wearing a shirt and tie, but no pants). But what really sealed the deal, was Jose passed out on the ground in a full Spanish-made suit still clutching his phone. (I mean they would be dead if they drank all that on their own, but who knows how much they saved for everyone else. I know… Not much.)

What was I to do? Obviously take care of business. I grabbed a cover and threw it over Nic and then quickly turned my attention to Jose. I shook him until he began mumbling in a flurry of words in Spanglish about a fighting chicken or something. Either way, I undressed him and tucked him in like the son I don’t have. I hung up the suit to make sure it only stayed 90% wrinkled, and finally got ready for bed.

We woke up at around 3pm in the same bed the next day. Okay not really, but blogs are made for wishful thinking. Anyways, our Sunday was spent force-feeding Tylenol and liquids to Jose and listening to the stories of the Saturday night adventures of the dynamic duo. Apparently Nic left Jose on the ground at the time because he thought it was a good idea. The details of night are unimportant, or maybe just inappropriate, but the morale of the story is that waking up in the morning still wearing a tie makes you a badass. Not to mention the guys bought me a fucking awesome BC Dad t-shirt for the role I share in this fucked up love-triangle relationship. The End.

So again, welcome to PillowTalk with Nic, Jose, and Andreas.  PillowTalk is a radio show that was born out of the pillow talk that we have every night talking about our day to day feelings as well as anything else on our mind, which is mostly nothing. However, you would be surprised how fun it is to talk about nothing. This is quite possible the best show on earth. If you have never heard of us, you should first slap yourself 14 times, and then fasten your seatbelt for a wild ride. Unfortunately the radio show can’t always be running, as us dashing hosts have real lives that are outside of the Boston College WVBC studio. What I’m trying to say is that we are on summer break from BC.  That means that I am writing this blog post at home in California, Nic is most likely shopping for firearms and stuffed animals, and Jose is asleep dreaming about Lacoste clothing. Let’s face it, we don’t have lives, but we do love our listeners. Therefore, maybe this blog can extend the similar thoughts and dialogues to you while we aren’t broadcasting over iTunes and some AM station in Boston that no one listens to.

Thanks for stopping by. Now become a fanatic listener or Fuck off.

Love,

Andreas

PS: I am not that stupid to forget to leave the information for the show. Well not quite, I mean I am leaving it in a post script. PillowTalk airs every Sunday from 9-10ish pm. Click this link http://www.wzbc.org/AM.html and set up the streaming player !ON ITUNES! or tune your TV to channel 47 if you are connected to BC Cable TV to join us. As I said before, its July so we don’t even have a show right now until we are back in September. So ignore the rude comments from before and enjoy the blog until we get back to school. Toodles~