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Thursday, September 24, 2009
Da Real World Pt. 1
Hey whats good , this is an update on the east. It's been a while since anything has happened with all the ridiculous amount of random footy that ended up getting filmed.. but yeah i needed to free up hard drive space, Here's part 1 if you were more curious about what it was like to live at Da Hood Condo:
The Real World: Da Hood Condo Pt. 1 from young money on Vimeo.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A long road to redemption
Believe it or not, I'm finally leaving today... for those of you confused, Da Condo ended with the lease on the 31rst. During my stay, I took certain things too far and got in a lot of trouble at Charlie's Mountain View tavern & bar earlier in July. Due to security cameras, a 5th of alcohol to the face, as well as wallet full of fake IDs, I really did get fucked. Stupid mistake for sure. My parents were so heated in fact, that they canceled my plane ticket on the 30th of July - originally when I was supposed to fly back to the east.
So with this, I was now officially young homeless. For a couple nights I climbed a couple balconies (yes I am incriminating myself here), and poached the now abandoned house where the Hesh girls once lived, as well as the infamous 4th of july party took place. I locked myself out again after a couple nights and got sketched about staying there, since breaking & entering (I didn't break, just enter) was the last thing I needed, so I decided I was through with that. After spending a night on Compton's floor, I decided I was unwanted in Govy and I needed to get out of there before I got in any more trouble.
Luckily, I met a very, very nice girl who worked at Timberline and offered to give me a ride down to Portland the next night.
Still, I was without a place to sleep and now running out of money. Quickly, I learned that hotels do not accept parents credit card over the phone, making finding a place to sleep that night very difficult. Finally, after pissing my dad off and keeping him up to 1am, he found a way to book a room remotely. Sensibly, they did not want to reward me for getting arrested by putting me up in hotels, so I was forced to find new accommodations. Since I was now not-so-ballin, they gave me a modest budget for each night and I had to find a place that fit within these perimeters. I decided to check out the NW portland hostel, something I knew nothing about and sounded pretty shady. Surprisingly the place was actually pretty nice:
The way I saw it, hostels are basically a mix between an Inn, boarding school, college dorms and summer camp. The beds are like $30 a night and you can use the kitchen, fridge, clean bathrooms/showers. Pretty legit for a broke baller like me. Since I was now out of fake IDs, and alone, my only option was to chill at the deck outside and drink wine with a range of different people.
Second night, I went to an 18th birthday party in the Hills with my friend Megan, where I consumed an entire liter of Bacardi to the face, came back at 2am to the hostel blackout drunk, locked out and allegedly passed out in a bush with my macbook still open and playing music. Some nice hostel members brought me inside and put me to bed. It's definitely a weird setup, and I don't know if I would choose to stay at one again in the United States, but it was an experience for sure. Many people found my lifestyle rather intriguing to say the least.
People are cheap, and these beds get eaten up like candy. I slept too late after the third night and someone had already called and reserved my bed. I was now homeless again.
I spent my days in the same clothes, often for days at a time, at nice coffee shops around the downtown area, doing various tasks and working on trying to finish the extensive Da Hood Condo Real World edit... I probably spent over $200 on coffee and expresso, watched a couple go to fuck in one of the bathrooms, and burned my eyes out quickly.
When night would fall, I would try to head to The Hills or Lake Oswego with some of the lovely beezys I have met during my adventures up at Hood. I caused drama in LO, blacked out in the WH, threw up red wine all over white carpet, made new friends, made a couple enemies, lost my pants, got hired as a bouncer for the night by lavish parents, DJed a couple parties... I've always had a talent for poaching, and this was my peak.
Finally, somehow, 16 days had passed, 16 of the most trife living days I have ever had to (minus wilderness program). And I learned that I could of been making money off this stupid site the entire time if I had enabled AdSense in the beginning.... typical. Well it was finally Saturday the 15th and my dad flew in from LA - obviously not arriving in the best mood. I was relieved to finally have someone to care for me and nice fine linens to rest my head upon.
8/19 - Driver not stoked on my beat skis going on his plush leather seats
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Female POV
Alright, so I guess it is time to make a posting. First off, I would just like to point out that I lived in the condo for over a week! I think that is quite the accomplishment considering no female stayed at the condo for over 72 hours. Coming into this trip, I promised to cook, clean and do dishes for the boys during my stay. Well, that soon changed when I arrived on the 26th to a condo looking like this:
Needless to say, there was not much hope in cleaning this place up. As I arrived on my birthday (the big 2-0), many activities ensued and fun was had. Let's just say Joey made the end of night by fighting Warnick and Charlie and breaking the bathroom door.
The next morning, we all got up and headed to Windells to get some skiing in. Unfortunately I overshot a jump my first run and messed up my ribs and got a real mean looking face. I just found out that I broke 5 ribs, which is a bummer. I skied the rest of the week, though! I could not let my time go to waste. Check of the snow burn all over my face (and the extremely attractive picture of me):
When we weren't skiing, our time was spent down at brightwood beach! Brightwood beach is a little black sand spot down on the river. After skiing, we would go down to get our bronze on, jump some cliffs and tackle some class 4 rapids on our $3 dollar tubes. Best $3 purchase ever.
It was a great week at the condo. Most of the things that happened during the week should probably not be mentioned on the internet, but is was a good time for sure. Hanging out at the lagoon, skiing, the beach, getting shot at with fireworks, wandering aimlessly around govy at 3 in the morning, huckleberry shakes, searching for tammy in the woods, Joey bringing home a girl from the bar, drinking, showing up to windells at 12:30 everyday. It was all good fun. Just wait until the edit comes out. Its' rowdiness is going to blow your mind. I cannot wait until next year.
-Kirsten
Sunday, August 2, 2009
DAHOODCONDO?
Unfortunately our time has come to an end.. but don't fret!! The edit is underway, there has just been a lot of unforeseen obstacles. Not limited to, but including, being woken up 4 hours past check-out time, mostly naked and incoherent, by the landlord yelling to "GET THE F**K OUT." After 5 hours of intense cleaning, thank you to emily and joe joe, no thanks to Spriggs, Brogan & Kirsten who went on a leisurely ski outing while we scrubbed and vacuumed. Things only worsened when the owners of the condo showed up, with the place still rowdy... needless to say it wasn't a good time to ask about the security deposit. Im currently homeless, borrowin HoodHouse internet that actually works for more than 5 consecutive minutes .. Look for the video coming very soon, as well as potentially more updates from your favorite riders. Thanks for stopping by.
- AM
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Anticipation
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