This picture still makes me laugh…I return. I figured I’d give all of you a chance to digest the movie before I hit you with an update. So I think 48 hours is a decent amount of time. Don’t ? Well I’ve been speaking with Allison in reguards to this matter and she is as equally horrified as I am. Its been a little trying on me this entire thing. Nothing major though. I have kept composure and built up a hatred and anger for the fat liar. God Damn Fat Liar. Apparently the Fat Liar has done this to one of Allison’s friends before. According to a comment posted on “Megan’s” LiveJournal a friend of Allison’s told a story how a friend of his had his identity stolen by the fat liar as she posed that she was him to other people. Also to Allison had told me she had spoken to the Fat Liar’s screen name a few times because she was under the impression that it was this boy from Washington, D.C. . Allison now knows that it is infact the liar who she was speaking to and not some boy from D.C. . The Liar is quite a pathetic person that she has to go around pretending to be all of these people. If you ask me it sounds like thats about 5 cases of idenity theft. Anyone know any good lawyers for these 5 people…

If I have the time I am planning on writing up the entire three year saga and presenting in a 4 part story for you guys here on SeanPiotrowski.net for those of you who are not familiar with the story. Also it will be a good opportunity for my new fans out in Michigan to understand the full extent of the Liar’s insanity…

I’d also like to take this opportunity to say Hello and give a warm hearty welcome to my new visitor’s from Michigan who have commented and visited. I hope you all continue to visit for I have a feeling there is a whole lot more to this story that we do not know also you guys aren’t even aware of the Pre-”Megan” fiasco not to mention the full details of the “Megan” story. So I ask you keep visiting for more developments on those and also to take the opportunity that nearly 12,000 other people have…

I have less then 48 hours before school starts again thus beginning my final semester as an undergraduate college student. That hasn’t hit me yet but I am sure it will soon. This also marks the close of my unpreductive break. So you know what that means to all of my readers? MORE POSTS MORE EXCITEMENT MORE PICTURES MORE MOVIES! And from the conversations I have had with my fellow 404 residents it seems as though our final semester will be one for the books…

Tonight is 404 house member John’s birthday celebration . Mr. Greg Coleman and Mr. Jason Eagan are coming up as representatives of Toms River, NJ to join in the festivities. I extend my invitation to anyone in the tri-state/Delaware area and ask you to call me for information. From preliminary numbers it seems that this is going to be pretty huge…

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The Board Game Brotherhood reunited on Wednesday night for a rousing round of Risk. Mr. McCandless swept away the competition of Mr. Plotts, Don Taylor, and myself. While we drank Harp beer and ate a Domino’s Pizza feast purchased by yours truly as a token of my appreciation. Not only did we recreate the old times with much of the old look, feel, and excitement of the ways of the Brotherhood but an appearance by Mr. Phil Collins was made…
Wether or not you admit you like him or not chances are you know his songs and can sing them in their entirty. Mr. Plotts recently burned me a copy of his …Hits cd and let me tell you what a CD it is. The Board Game Brotherhood used to only listen to this CD towards the end of the night when we were ripped and Monopoly became nothing but trades and wheelin’ and dealin’ . Mr. Plotts has often made the claim that he never had listened to the CD in a sober state. Eventually this summer he broke down and enjoyed it sober and now you can Add SeanPiotrowski to the ranks of that crew. The CD has been playing non-stop in my car. All who enter the Infiniti succome to the powers of Phil and his angelic voice and have no choice but to sing along. Turbo and Firehouse were his first victim’s, Then Greg Coleman, and next the entire world. I know South Park teaches us that we should hate Phil Collins but this is the only time I have to disagree with Trey Parker and Matt Stone. Phil, I’ll be your Easy Lover anytime…Well my friends I must begin to prepare for this evening. You will hear from me again soon…

Till next time…”Easy Lover she’s got a hold on you believe it…”

“I am kinda sick of my posters falling down in the middle of the night…”

So its about time I updated…

Thursday night Kay and I met up with 1985 and Dara for the Nada Surf and Ozma concert at the Bowery Ballroom in NYC. It was an amazing concert and we all enjoyed it very much. It had been a dream of 1985 and I’s for us to see Nada Surf and to yell “PLAY MOTHER’S DAY PLAY MOTHER’S DAY!” Because that song has such a profound meaning to us. We’ve wanted nothing more then to hear them play it live. So naturally as I was watching them I yelled in my loud, booming, obnoxious way, “MOTHER’S DAY!” at various points of the show. After a few times other’s started joining me in the MOTHER’S DAY chants. The entire concert went by and we were into the encore and “MOTHER’S DAY” was yelled yet again to which the lead singer replyed, “I am sorry we’re not playing that tonight”. I wanted to jump up on stage and say, “I’VE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU TO PLAY MOTHER’S DAY NOW PLAY IT!” but I didn’t. But all in all it was an amazing concert and I am glad I went. We all enjoyed ourselves very much and had a great evening…

So there was this couple at the concert. Sometimes when I am at a concert I see a couple and I’m like, “Aww I wish I was them” but 98% of the time I see a couple at a concert and I’m like “Someone should really skin them alive”. Well there was this couple at the Nada Surf concert and their story is an interesting one. The girl was a tall girl with long blonde hair. She was wearing white capri pants and a white tank top. She had this look that said, “When I was in high school I was a cheerleader and I fucked the entire football team”. Her boyfriend looked like he belonged in Home Depot. He was wearing jeans and a plain peach colored t-shirt. They were positioned right at the front of the stage and we were all about 10 feet away from them . They stuck out like a sore thumb they didn’t look as if they “belonged” at all. But whatever. So during the concert the girl is gyrating and dancing and singing to the songs like shes at a rave. The boyfriend is standing by her eminating this “THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND NOT YOURS” ora. While the concert is going on they’re drinking heavily. Proceeding to get drunker and drunker as the night is going on. The boyfriend is slopping around falling all over the emo and punk kids. Those poor kids had looks of, “Please someone deny this man the ability to reproduce”, all over their faces. Anyway they’re really drunk and the girl is being super annoying and drunk and screaming, “I LOVE YOU!” to the singer of Nada Surf. She definatly was the only one doing that. The concert goes on and near the end of the show Nada Surf decides to play this somber emotional slow song. It was a very powerful and gripping moment in the show. Everyone was quiet you could hear a pin drop. It reminded me of the times when Radiohead plays Exit Music for a Film at their shows. Everyone is just quiet. Silent. Listening. Being moved by the moment. About 25 seconds into the song maybe 40 the girl starts belting out the words to the song REALLLY loud. The only one might I add, SINGING LOUDLY! During this somber, emotional, powerful moment. I had thought to myself “Just shut the fuck up allready”. Apparently I said it outloud and not to myself. The couple heard me. The girl screamed a big “FUCK YOU” and the boyfriend with his drunken muscles said he was going to “Kick my ass and make me eat grass” or something wonderfully intellegent that only alcohol could bring about. Luckily I was transfixed on the singer at the time so I didn’t make direct eye contact with them so that was good. But I could see out of the corner of my eye the boyfriend looking back at me. I did accomplish my goal, the girl stopped singing. Instead the couple decided to just make out in porno like fashion. They ended up leaving early. I could tell that I broke her spirit. This was probabily this girl’s favorite band in the universe and I made her want to cry in her happiest moment of her life. HAHAHA. Or maybe not. But obviously she couldn’t stay anymore. After they left you could tell everyone in our area was releaved. One kid even leaned over to 1985 and said, “Man that guy was an asshole.” Yes he was my friend, yes he was…

And No Turbo they didn’t play Popular!

After leaving the show we were waiting outside the Bowery for a second to all gather our thoughts. A kid came up to me and said, “Hey man I really wanted to hear Mother’s Day too. I love that song.” we bull shitted about the song for a bit and then we left. Dara said, “He came up to you like you were some sort of rock star or something.” Dara thats because I am a rock star. I am SeanPiotrowski the greatest internet entertainer that has ever lived…

The moral of this whole story is the following…”If you’re going to go to a concert where you don’t “belong” do not get drunk. Because if you do you will make a fool out of yourself and I, SeanRobertPiotrowski, will break your spirit and make you go home and cry in your room”…

Till next time…”Cause you were my leading lady and I really wanted to say that you had some fly moves baby…”

Bulletproof…I Wish I was. So last night Me, Firehouse, Kay, and Kenny D voyaged to the far away land of Camden, NJ where apparently all of NY’s Radiohead fan’s were as well. For of course the Radiohead concert. Then upon arrival and purchasing of beer we climbed the steps of the Tweeter Center and as soon as our feet hit the grass Radiohead began. It was an emotionally moving experience as always and I nearly cried 4 times. Damn Thom Yorke and his crazy fetus dancing and his ogre looking bass player Colin Greenwood! Oh well. It was fun, It was good company, and Wawa on Rt 70 in Medford is the slowest at making sandwhiches…

Today I have to paint my ceiling at the Trenton home with big BobPiotrowski. Phase two has begun…

Till next time…”Two and Two Will Always Make A Five…”

“More about this man and his bandmates tommrow…”

“…And then she said, ‘I hope you step on a landmine…’ “

Ill tempered? I think its safe to say I left New York City ill tempered. Let me bring you up to speed so you understand…

Few weeks ago Shane asks me to go to a Reel Big Fish concert at Irving Plaza with him. I say, “Who is playing with them?” Zebrahead, Gob, and The Matches. Now I only know of Zebrahead, other then RBF, and I’ve seen them once before and they were good live and I know Shane really wanted to go so I say OK I’ll go. Fast foward to last night. Its raining the entire trip up to New York. Hard. Me, Shane, and Danielle (a new Danielle, not the Bumber) are on our way up to the city via the Holland Tunnel. I am driving. Driving in NYC is easy for me now as long as I know exactly where I have to go and have detailed directions which we did. So anyway we get to Irving Plaza. Danielle sells her extra ticket for $20 to a scalper to which he turned around and sold them for $60! Anyway we get inside and this band The Matches was playing…This is where our story begins…

So this was my first General Admission concert in NYC. I consider myself a veteran to the General Admission concert because I’ve been to about 40,000 of them here in NJ and PA. Places like Birch Hill, Stone Pony, The Trocadero, and Theatre of Living Arts are all seconds homes to me. But this was my FIRST NYC one. I figured it would be the same as NJ or PA BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY WAS I WRONG! This single concert has effected how I will handle NYC concerts for the rest of my life. (More on that later) Anyway The Matches are playing and they are finishing up. Not too horrible but not great either. Then this band called, Gob comes on. I think this was the shittest band I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Not only did the singer suck ass this band had the gayest fat bassist I’ve ever seen in my life and he talked and said shit that made him the biggest faggot in the universe. Anyway Gob blew asshole and the only people rocking out and singing along were 12 year old girls and fat guys who obviously wouldn’t know good music if it licked their ball sack. Normally if we were in NJ people would be shouting at the stage “GET OFF THE STAGE.” “YOU SUCK!” or “GO HOME!” to which I usually chime in with my “BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!” “YOU GUYS ARE PATHETIC” “I HOPE YOU DIE” or even “FUCK YOU!” To which usually concert goers around me laugh and smile because I’m pretty fucking loud and they know the band can hear me. So my urge to yell to Gob was strong but no one else was doing it. Could it be possible that everyone secertly likes this band? I didn’t know NOR did I care. All I knew was that I hated them and my NJ concert instincts were starting to take over. In between one of their songs I blurt out, “FUCK YOU!” followed by a “GO HOME!” I then waited to get kicked in the shin by some 12 year old girl who thought Gob was the greatest thing since the Spice Girls. But alas the people in the back with me were happy with my comments and started chiming in. “GET OFF THE STAGE!” ” YOU GUYS SUCK!” “I HATE YOU!” were all shouted at them after me. I was proud. I looked around at my fellow haters and they all laughed and smiled at me. After the band’s next song they decide that the lead singer is going to do some dancing for everyone and of course the faggot fat bassist had to do all the talking for this part. So the fat faggot says “Now Dan is going to shake his ass while he does a dance called, ‘The booty shake’ ” I shout, “YEAH? BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!”. While it was real quiet. I know the fag heard me cause he kinda did a double take. But whatever they sucked my ball sack. I more or less knew I was in my own personal hell where they play nothing but B98.5 “punk” and the concert hall is filled with 12 year old girls who scream like Michael Jackson fans. But whatever they were almost done. Mean while its starting to get REALLY hot inside. I start to sweat….

Gob finished and it was the down time between them and Zebrahead. These three girls walk up to me, Shane, and Danielle. One girl says, “Would you like to buy this Pin for a dollar its for kfshfjkshkjd….” I couldn’t hear what she said it was for. “What is this pin for?” I say to her. She says, “We’re selling them for school their these Peace pins to fight against the war. They’re only a dollar will you buy one?” I say, “NO! I like war I’m not buying your pin.” “What did you say?” quip the 3 girls. “I like war. I’m not buying your pin.” say I. Then Shane whips out a dollar and buys one. While two of the girls are distracted with that, the other lone girl turns to me and says, “I HOPE YOU STEP ON A LANDMINE AND GET YOUR LEG BLOWN OFF!” and then she stormed away. One thing I hate about the whole punk scene is their leftist liberal ways and how the punks try and cram it down everyone’s throat. To that I say, If I wanted to talk politics I would have gone to a debate or political rally not a freaking concert…

Zebrahead came on and played. They’re a good live band and I enjoyed them. Reel Big Fish came on opened with Sell Out, Take on Me, and Beer. After that they played crap. I lost interested and counted the minutes until they were over. They did however play their new song that they play on Sirius a lot and I enjoy. They finished, we didn’t stay for the encore and left…

Through out the entire show we had sweaty fat people CONSTANTLY pushing through us and we had to move out of people’s way like 40,000 times. Also the freaking Mosh pits were in the back of the venue. THE WHOLE POINT OF BEING IN THE BACK IS TO AVOID THE MOSH PITS! So because of this I have adopted the following policies reguarding General Admission Concerts in NYC:

I, Sean Robert Piotrowski, refuse to go to a General Admission concert venue in New York City to see a show UNLESS I am with people who, like me, are 21 years of age and can go to the 21 or over floor.

Being with the people who aren’t twelve is where it is at. They are there for the music and the beer. Not to throw elbows and punch each other while running around in a circle…

People in NYC do not know proper concert procedures or behavior. People in PA and NJ do. Again re-affirming my belief that NJ is the most superior state in the Union…

We got out of New York in less then 20 minutes this time and only got lost for about 5 minutes compared to last times 45 minute of lost-ness. So we were happy about that. All in all a good evening and a great story. I can only hope the Iron Maiden, Dio, and Motorhead concert this Friday can yield an exciting time and make up for this semi-disaster of a concert.

I have work to do so I am going…

Till next time…”I think I’ll have myself a beer…”