I am so very bored!
So I was thinking how much longer do I have to be in this shit-hole. Justkidding I London is amazing but I am in New Cross and I miss all of my friends soo much. I need to keep busy- good thing i can blog. wow my life sucks.
So i wanted to make a countdown clock widget for my screen so i can think how long each day is. so first off 68 days till i get back. I missed the 69 point. that should have been a celebration. Lets see and as i was looking at the countdown things people had designed i noticed some people are even more pathetic than I am- someone made a countdown until the new chronicles of narnia movie comes out. a specific program designed just for this very purpose. I feel better knowing that my countdown is when I have a restored social life. whearas a countdown to Prince Caspian coming out is like a countdown to when your life will become even more pathetic.
i went to a vintage store with esther that had a sale where you buy a bag and put everything in it that you can and all you pay for is the size of the bag. at the end we filled it up quite well but there was still some room left so i put in the most disgusting thing there that was a santa hat that covered in sparkles and made of pure polyester. it was dirty on the white part and had plastic stars sewn onto it. This was probably worn by a stripper in a sexy santa costume. So i think i can put it to pretty good use. I told esther that it could be like our friendship token. A sisterhood of the traveling filthy santa hat.
The store was in Brick Lane- this is a nice area. it is quite post-industrial I feel like oliver twist probably lived somewhere around that area. And I think that Jack the Ripper found most his victims in this area. its kind of been made into some hip place but not quite it still has all of its shitty dirty appeal to it. and has also become overrun by people from India. So its hip and diverse! I was impressed. Still more places in London that i have yet to discover. This blows my mind. I am currently composing a list.
When Mat was here and we were looking for a place to go in central london one night we kept getting harassed to go to this place called Zoo BAr. or maybe it was when i was with elisabeth. its a blur . but it is known for being disgusting. well trashy i guess its better way to put it. I never imagined myself going in there. But i went along with adam and his friends and his friends girlfriend Freddie who i met a few days prior at the student union. We bonded as friends because she squeeled with delight that I went to school in seattle- not because of kurt kobain- but because of Fraiser.
Anyhow we ended up in leicster square at zoo bar because they let us in for free- it was like a wednesday though so its not like we got a super sweet deal.
I was super drunk and dont remember much. just that adam doesnt let me dance with rapists. I cant talk shit on him in my blog since he knows the address for it. I will just save that for another time.
anyhow zoo bar was gross- i hate clubs. where are all the normal people??
i went back alone because i got confused and crossed the street when they all went to burger king. and didnt want to bother finding them again. so i just took a bus home. so this is becoming too common of an occurance for me. I fell asleep on the bus- missed my stop and ended up in Peckham Bus Garage at like 3 am. LEts just say you dont want to be there once the sun sets. And then had to take another bus to get home and still got off at the wrong stop. i somehow should have been raped by now or need to learn my lesson.
oh and my friend jess did ketamine- ho tranq. thiss week so i had to take care of her earlier this week. im pissed about it because i know she wouldnt do shit for me. things like this make having friends far away so hard. because at home i wouldnt be taking care of this skanky bitch i would be making fun of her when she fell over while trying to be sexy so that the bouncer could let her in.
I have decided to stay clear of her for the rest of my time here.
I hope people still read this shit because otherwise im jjust talking to myself and then i might as well just get a prince caspian countdown clock.
Saturday, 17 January 2009
Monday, 12 January 2009
more updates
New Cross= current home
Paul is moving out.He is currently in the process. Though we are not being civil to one another I think it is for the best. His first step was to take his disgusting George Foreman grill dripping with grease and steak bits and move it to the flat next door. according to Adam they dont want him in their either. Well dont really care. I wonder if we will get a new person and how soon. This is exciting. I met the girl who just moved in to the room next door. she is also studying Art History. She was wearin Dr. Martins with semi-flared jeans. I really try not to judge people. I had those same shoes circa 1996. I will forgive her for these small things- but she still has to prove herself AKA get wasted and make a fool of herself. This really brings people together.
I have started this quarter on an optimistic note. I am trying my best to make more friends. Last term I was mostly with Americans Beth and Katie- who I already miss very much. They were my age and werent freshman so we had much in common. Oh and they like to drink.
I have decided that guys are just shit friends and you have to accept it. Like they are really fun and good to spend time with but will ultimatly not be there like a girl friend would. I am accepting this. Adam told me I apparently yell when its loud. Correction- when im drunk.
so he kept telling me to stop talking whenever one of his rugby friends would ask me a question. Im sorry but im sure they would rape me in two seconds so if I want to yell and be awkward I think I have a right.
I am starting 2 new classes. Goldsmiths is really organized. I dont even know when one of the classes meets or where the classroom is. Additionally I think it conflicts with another one of my classes so I might not even be able to take it. Wonderful- well done Goldsmiths.
Its okay I love this school anyhow. If I could just somehow move it to Seattle or just have it switch places with SU that would be perfect. Too bad I have people I care about back in Seattle/the USA so I cant really stay here.
oh and I am qucikly running myself into debt. Yaaay! Spending well into my student loan before I have even received it. In response to this and my high demand for booze. I have worked out a diet for myself until I come back. it involves pasta, salami sandwiches and yogurt. supplemented by beer.
My Grandma is in the hospital for a broken hip. I am so sad about this. I am not even very close with my grandma but I love her so much-I just dont know how to show it. Its really hard being all the way over here not knowing whats going on and all that. I hate it the most. If anything bad happens to my family I cant just fly back. Ugh I hate thinking about it.
Jeff also is in the hospital. This makes it even worse. Already worrying about my Grandma and then I get a message from Jeff saying he is going to the ER. He had to wait at Harborview for hours and those assholes wouldnt treat him. I was getting so frustrated on the phone with him because I couldnt be there and I knew that if I was I would have told him hours earlier that they need to get their shit together or that he would go somewhere else. Of course the health center wont do shit and recommends harborview. note- never listen to the health center. So I told jeff to go to Swedish where emergencies are treated as such. And the latest I heard he went there and is getting treated. I dont like being far awaaay because I would take charge and take care of Jeff and stick it to harborview. fuckers.
im also really glad to hear the our president at Seattle University --Sandbags as I lovingly call him has been charged in a case involving like 50 accounts of child molestation. Some people dont believe me when I say I can predict things about the future. not in like a psychic way but using my own intuition about things. And I totally saw it coming! Im not even kidding. I was just waiting for something to be revealed about him.
I usually just predict negative things. I have a cynical intuition. Like I KNEW 100% that Jackie would come back to SU from UCLA even before she left. But didnt say anything because at the time it would have been considered negative- but now its positive and im so happy shes back. But i knew it! so heres what im really saying everyone should always listen to ME and if I say someones a pedophiliac pervert then its true!
okay good.
Now Heres some PICS that are totally random and have no sequence
Mat pole dance with a straight up BEEZIE.
New Cross
Sangria!! in spain
Ansterdam- Rijksmuseum
New Years Eve in Madrid
Baby in a bar!!!
A nice replica of Velázquez' classic painting
Elisabeth and Luke!
Paul is moving out.He is currently in the process. Though we are not being civil to one another I think it is for the best. His first step was to take his disgusting George Foreman grill dripping with grease and steak bits and move it to the flat next door. according to Adam they dont want him in their either. Well dont really care. I wonder if we will get a new person and how soon. This is exciting. I met the girl who just moved in to the room next door. she is also studying Art History. She was wearin Dr. Martins with semi-flared jeans. I really try not to judge people. I had those same shoes circa 1996. I will forgive her for these small things- but she still has to prove herself AKA get wasted and make a fool of herself. This really brings people together.
I have started this quarter on an optimistic note. I am trying my best to make more friends. Last term I was mostly with Americans Beth and Katie- who I already miss very much. They were my age and werent freshman so we had much in common. Oh and they like to drink.
I have decided that guys are just shit friends and you have to accept it. Like they are really fun and good to spend time with but will ultimatly not be there like a girl friend would. I am accepting this. Adam told me I apparently yell when its loud. Correction- when im drunk.
so he kept telling me to stop talking whenever one of his rugby friends would ask me a question. Im sorry but im sure they would rape me in two seconds so if I want to yell and be awkward I think I have a right.
I am starting 2 new classes. Goldsmiths is really organized. I dont even know when one of the classes meets or where the classroom is. Additionally I think it conflicts with another one of my classes so I might not even be able to take it. Wonderful- well done Goldsmiths.
Its okay I love this school anyhow. If I could just somehow move it to Seattle or just have it switch places with SU that would be perfect. Too bad I have people I care about back in Seattle/the USA so I cant really stay here.
oh and I am qucikly running myself into debt. Yaaay! Spending well into my student loan before I have even received it. In response to this and my high demand for booze. I have worked out a diet for myself until I come back. it involves pasta, salami sandwiches and yogurt. supplemented by beer.
My Grandma is in the hospital for a broken hip. I am so sad about this. I am not even very close with my grandma but I love her so much-I just dont know how to show it. Its really hard being all the way over here not knowing whats going on and all that. I hate it the most. If anything bad happens to my family I cant just fly back. Ugh I hate thinking about it.
Jeff also is in the hospital. This makes it even worse. Already worrying about my Grandma and then I get a message from Jeff saying he is going to the ER. He had to wait at Harborview for hours and those assholes wouldnt treat him. I was getting so frustrated on the phone with him because I couldnt be there and I knew that if I was I would have told him hours earlier that they need to get their shit together or that he would go somewhere else. Of course the health center wont do shit and recommends harborview. note- never listen to the health center. So I told jeff to go to Swedish where emergencies are treated as such. And the latest I heard he went there and is getting treated. I dont like being far awaaay because I would take charge and take care of Jeff and stick it to harborview. fuckers.
im also really glad to hear the our president at Seattle University --Sandbags as I lovingly call him has been charged in a case involving like 50 accounts of child molestation. Some people dont believe me when I say I can predict things about the future. not in like a psychic way but using my own intuition about things. And I totally saw it coming! Im not even kidding. I was just waiting for something to be revealed about him.
I usually just predict negative things. I have a cynical intuition. Like I KNEW 100% that Jackie would come back to SU from UCLA even before she left. But didnt say anything because at the time it would have been considered negative- but now its positive and im so happy shes back. But i knew it! so heres what im really saying everyone should always listen to ME and if I say someones a pedophiliac pervert then its true!
okay good.
Now Heres some PICS that are totally random and have no sequence
Mat pole dance with a straight up BEEZIE.
New Cross
Sangria!! in spain
Ansterdam- Rijksmuseum
New Years Eve in Madrid
Baby in a bar!!!
A nice replica of Velázquez' classic painting
Elisabeth and Luke!
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Baby in a Bar
Back in New Cross. Hungover. Just burped it tastes like Chik Chicken. The most disgusting fast food in New Cross. Met the new Americans. Rewind- Went to Spain with my fam. Conclusion Madrid is nice but also a shithole. Barcalona RULES. But more importantly last night there was a baby at the bar we went to. I said I wouldnt leave the bar until the baby told me to. There was also a new american that looked like a proper FAGatron. long hair white jeans. I was going to ask if he was the surrogate child or one of the members of the strokes. Oh and apparently I have a problem with pointing.
Come to realize that I missed my little flat. I didnt miss Pauls hideous pop punk on repeat. but i missed all the others and it was nice to see them again. Tovah was replaced with another American Girl. I am counting down till Adam bones her/her friends. I havent met her yet actually. I will probably just call her Tovah despite what her name is. Esther- I missed her and our shared racist antics. She is far more relaxed now as well and might actually go out one of these nights and not be so anti-social.
When I got back from Spain there was a small flyer slipped under my door that said JESUS on it. the flyer was rather well designed with some daisys and snow flakes on the front.
in an oddly spaced paragraph it read-
Hope of the nation
Truth in each circumstance
he is the source of
heaven's light on earth.
Im not even sure what these haiku like phrases mean but I am definatly putting it in one of my collages. Sarah said that during the week someone knocked on the door. She answered and
they asked are you a fellow believer? she said yes and then they hugged her.
This seemed odd to even sarah. then they distributed these flyers to each of our doors.
more about Spain and such later/ pics of the baby in the bar. Going back to bed.
Come to realize that I missed my little flat. I didnt miss Pauls hideous pop punk on repeat. but i missed all the others and it was nice to see them again. Tovah was replaced with another American Girl. I am counting down till Adam bones her/her friends. I havent met her yet actually. I will probably just call her Tovah despite what her name is. Esther- I missed her and our shared racist antics. She is far more relaxed now as well and might actually go out one of these nights and not be so anti-social.
When I got back from Spain there was a small flyer slipped under my door that said JESUS on it. the flyer was rather well designed with some daisys and snow flakes on the front.
in an oddly spaced paragraph it read-
Hope of the nation
Truth in each circumstance
he is the source of
heaven's light on earth.
Im not even sure what these haiku like phrases mean but I am definatly putting it in one of my collages. Sarah said that during the week someone knocked on the door. She answered and
they asked are you a fellow believer? she said yes and then they hugged her.
This seemed odd to even sarah. then they distributed these flyers to each of our doors.
more about Spain and such later/ pics of the baby in the bar. Going back to bed.
Friday, 26 December 2008
Quite Frankly the weirdest experience of my life.
This is so long. but bear with me it has some amusing points.
order to first explain the events in Amsterdam I think I have to still figure them out a bit for myself.
As I predicted Mat's visit would be the death of me. It surely may as well have.
Mat arrives late on the 19th- we go out- I get wasted- pee the bed-so thats day one. perhaps an omen.
The next day we do some random stuff I cant remember. Big Ben or some shit.
Then it is Sunday- we have a flight to amsterdam on Monday morning at seven which means we have to leave New Cross at like 4 AM. instead of going to sleep early we decided to get wasted and stay up all night and then go to the airport. This was a fantastic idea--NOT. Anyhow we get drunk the usual. Then make our way to SOHO. Its a sunday night so not much is going on. And we get there late like maybe one or two...so we end up going to I think one bar and drinking a Long Island. Thanks mat another fantastic idea. So im wasted and mat is just peachy. Im sleeping on the bus back-as usual. For some reason I think that we passed our stop and before I even fully open my eyes I yell " MAt WE GOTTA GET off NOOWWWW" so we do. and I realize we are in the middle of some ghetto by a 24 hour grocery store.
We finally make it back get our stuff and somehow make it to the airport and on the plane- I was told I had three items in my bag that tested for having traces of explosives. Interesting but they didnt take away my pocket knife- but my allergy medicine was clearly a lethal threat. So i was pissed and had just eaten a full bag of chips- and next thing I know I am in Amsterdam.
Amsterdam I think is a DisneyLand or perhaps a Universal Studios-for stoners. I had an entirely differnt idea of what this city was. We came at the slow season- winter. The seemed to be made entirely for tourists. Shit was entirely too expensive. bottle of cola for like 3.50 Euro on Average. wtf. where do they do that --excpet disneyland and airports??
So we wandered around for over an hour trying to find our hostel.I was so tired and grumpy I already hated the city. I kept thinking every way you go you end up coming back to the same place eventually. The city is a circle. built on canals. Finally the hostel. and we get there around 11 AM impractically already asleep and then he tells me check in isnt until 2PM!! wtf. I gave him the most pissed off look and said WHAAAT? uhm what the hell am i supposed to do for three hours--So i literally threw my bags into a corner and sat down. Then we went to a sports bar.
That night ate a space cake at some random coffeeshop. ended up falling asleep soon after- didnt feel anything.
then along comes the next day. I think we go to a museum also over priced. Museums should be free. It was the Van Gogh museum- they didnt even have that amazing of a van Gogh collection and some other modern art pieces. I wasnt too impressed but enjoyed some of the art. Oh and we went to the heineken brewery. the tour was pretty cool-got some sweet pics. not much beer though. whatev it was like 11 am so thats fine. It was obvioulsy built soley for American Tourists as everything was completly in English nothing in Dutch.
That night we go to a bar called Lux. It was prettty nice. drinks are sooooo much money there. I was pissed. but we got to watch some middle aged man dance like a retard and stumble around. he tried to flirt with me and all the other girls there but ended up sitting on the ground ---still dancing. then we go to BABA - what we had read was one of the top coffeeshops in Amsterdam. After the failure of the first space cake I am curious about this one. There is just jars of weed on each table. I guess you can just take as much as you need. and vaporizers on each table as well. It was cool. But since im no stoner I wasnt in any sort of weedy heaven. Me and mat got space brownies. I only ate half because it was so thick. Mat kept urging me to eat the whole thing. And then.......
we are back at the hostel. dont feel shit- im on the computers. and mat says -im feeling it whooooah-. so he wants to sleep and we go to bed. Somehow I cant sleep. my thoughts were so weird. I kept obsesivly thinking about things i had never thought of before. I began to plan this huge art project i wanted to do. but i couldnt focus on one thing and kept having to trace my trail of thinking. I still didnt think I was high. but i have some cookies by my bed and I really wanted to eat them. There are 4 other people in the room besides us. soo i think okay i have to be quiet its like 3am by now. so im making a plan. Get the keys, get my sweatshirt, get my shoes, get the cookies and go out into the lobby maybe the computer will distract me till i can sleep. because i cannot physically lie down anymore. I keep moving and stuff. so i start to get up and shuffling around. but then I think that this is hilarious. and I keep covering my mouth to stop laughing. here is my thoughts:
okay keys...keys shuffle shuffle
SHIT! stop laughing. okay keys where are they shuffle shuffle
laughing again
okaaaay focus!! focus!! keys gotHoodie more shuffling. there is so much shuffling and for some reason I have all these bags that keep making noise. plastic bags seemed extremely loud/funny. after at least a half hour of this I get up cookies in hand and go out into the lobby. I am so confused because where the lobby is- there is now a closed door. and thenI try to open it with my key--obviously cant. This other kid is there trying to open the door as well. we both start laughing because we cant open the door. I keeep asking isnt this where reception is? he said i think this is my room. i keep laughing by covering up my mouth because i am embarassed how i cant control what im doing. then all the sudden the door swings open. A man is outside in his boxers. he starts yelling at the kid. i just back away-clutching my cookies and stare. he yells at the kid saying " whats wrong with you" your not normal are you" and the kid realizes his room is on the second floor and runs up the stairs. I am standing there looking soooo confused. I keep looking up and down the stiars to see if i too have confused the floors of where the reception is. then there is this exchange
The man asks me- was that boy bothering you?
no.
he was not leaving you alone? he is very strange?
i was trying to say i was looking for reception and he was looking for his room.
i ended up just jingling my keys and laughing.
cover my mouth again.
-what are you doing.
-i .....giggle.
then lurk my head past the door where he is standing.
-you cant sleep?
-no...im now smiling uncontrollably.
-i think--shit he thinks im coming on to him by smiling and looking into his room.
then this is also hilarious and i cover my mouth again and look down.
-why cant you sleep
-this question also hilarious. I suppress the laughter.
-is someone snoring? is it cold?
-i just shake my head yesss. snoring yess
-then he glances at the cookies i am holding.
What are those?
-cookies.
why do you keep looking into the room?
-where is reception
-its here see
-i look again
-well its dark but its here
- i still keep looking.
-I want to say can I use the computer
-then he takes mycookies and examines them for seriously 5-10minutes
-these are good
-i would eat some but i just brushed my teeth
-keeeps looking at them
-american cookies huh?
-where are you from? the US?
- i struggle to explain being from the US and then he starts asking about mat.
- i start worrying cause i cant stop giggling and he wont stop asking me questions
-he is in his boxers with my cookies! i cant go back in there cause i cant sleeep!!!
so i manage to say - ohh my friend has a computer so i will just use that since i cant sleep. because i didnt want to go on the one in the reception area anymore since he would stay around if i did.
go back into the room- the door wont close. everyone hears me.
I am im seriously in a state of panic at this point and cannot control myself.
What do i dooo!!!!!
So I try to wake up Mat.
Mat heeeey mat. Wake up!
-whuuuut do you want
-Mat I cant sleep
-your making so much noise
-I know its cause i cant sleep. so i went out into the hall. with my cookies
-another fit of giggles i put my face in mats mattress
-shhhhh your being loud
-okay mat i went out there and i wanted to eat my cookies and then the guy came out in his boxers and wouldnt let me leave. maaat i dont know what to do
-your HIGH
-I know! hahahah
0 but seriously mat i need help
-im having a panic attack
-just close your eyes and lie down
-please come out in the hall with me
-no! go to bed. your waking up everyone being so loud
-mat come outside with me please.
- i cant go out there alone!
-just go to sleeep
-Mat im having a panic attack. If you dont come outside with me im going to start yelling!
one two three.
matttt! come on please.
mat turns around and i start shaking him, punching him and pulling his hair
none of which work.
YOUR THE WORST FRIEND EVER!!!!!!!
then I fall back into my bed and start to cry a bit/twitch.
okay i cant sleep
i cant go into the lobbby
what do i doo.
cant sleep
cant move
fuck fuck fuck. okay okay
i start texting jeff and then Gloria trying to explain the situation. then i start laughing. i coudlnt focus on the text and the buttons.
the buttons are so loud.
okay i gotta get out of the room-find somewhere to go outside or something,
so once again i grab my things. put on shoes- struggle with getting everything together. grab my coat and go outside.
run down the stairs.
realize im in mats coat. my pajamas tennis shoes and mats coat. 4 am Amsterdam. I start walking. trying to call jeff. sending him texts about almost getting raped and mat not helping me.
I keep hearing things. someone walking behind me. I turn around and nobody is there. someone is whistling and following me. turn around nobody is there. everytime i walk past someone they offer me crack. look at me!!! does it look like i need crack!!!
walking walking walking
thinking thinking what to do what to do
cant focus. im mad at mat
im scared of things.
i feel so paranoid. i stop walking and look around. then i start laughing. nothing! nothing! is open. i want to find an internet cafe so i can talk to someone. i just need a distraction. or else i have to keep walking. i have no more minutes on my phone. I call and try to top up my minutes. they cant do it outside the uk. i start to panic. the woman gives me five pounds in credit. I use it all in a two minute convo with Jeff trying to tell him what is happening. and that he needs to add minutes onto my phone from his comp. but i cant talk clearly. i starting telling him about the owner of the hostl. Jeff all I want was to use the computers and all he wanted was to....FUUUUUUUUCK
MY PHONE IS OUT OF MINS AGAIN!!!
and now dying from low battery.
so no phone no minutes
nothing is open
no one i can talk to
i just keep walking
walking
i keep going in circles.
I see some homeless guy on a bike and he tells me something. i realize im staring and jsut walk away. i see people in a cafe. oh no wait those are just empty chairs in an abandoned store. I keep seeing the man from the hostel. HE is following me!! how is he in the storefront!!
i am going insane.
walking walking
walking.
amsterdam-fuck you!!
the only thing in this city right now are drug dealers and prostitutes. no other sign of life.
coffeeshops- a place that might usually be open at this hour. but a coffeeshop in amsterdam isnt a coffeeshop and thats where the trouble came from in the first place.
i somehow end up at the central train station. i walk around there. ask if they have interent. no
there is a place across the street. i hear the directions and as hard as i try to focus on them i forget them immediatly. so i just start walking again.
okay so i now realize i wont be able to contact anyone. im freaking out.
one million thoughts run through my head every second. they wont stop. i keep seeing things. i keep hearing things. why wouldnt mat take care of me. why am i in this self-proclaimed damned city???? so i think of ways to get back. i see a broken store front and stare at it for a few minutes. dockers store. who would break into a dockers store. i wonder maybe they just drunkenly drove their bike into it. everyone here is stones and on bikes. biiiiikes.
fuuck. i keep walking. it should be getting light soon. its past six. still nothing is opening. nothing. no one anywhere.
after a bit more of this insanity. i find the path back to the hostel. christmas lights and stores for tourists. coffee shops and clubs. there is nothing in this city for a normal human life. a park, an all night cafe, a hostel THAT ISNT RUN BY A CRACK PERVERT
i walk more just to exhaust myself so i can fall asleep.
i get back into bed. somehow i fall asleep after some more anxiety. I want to go home at this point. i want my mom. i want contact. I feel soooo alone.
I sleep until aboout six pm the next day. still in a haze when i wake up.
i tell jeff on skype that im okay. i want to go home. i want to go home. so i sleep some more. mat is waiting for me to wake up. he thinks im mad at him. and i was. until i actually WOKE up. its already dark again. Its Christmas Eve!! we go to some italian place. Im soooo hungry. I eat a full plate of pasta and feel even more hungry.
we walk around and i tell mat about what happened. apparently he was trippin ballls as well and didnt even comprehend what i was saying. we were both so fucked.
there was something in those brownies. It was not just weed.
then we end up going out since its the eve of my birth. we go to a bar and share ten shots of jagermeister. we try to find supperclub. a famous club in amsterdam. cant find it. we end up going to two bar/clubs in our area.
my fave was
the club NEWS. full of middle aged people. we get there around 2 am and it is bumpin full throttle. The music there is the shit. from the looks of it it looks tacky but they are playing prince, jock jams, MAMBO no. 5, james brown, chubby checker etc. we drink some ridiculously over priced drinks. and this woman starts talking to me. she is hilarious from Ibiza. she grew up in Amsterdam though. she is exuberant and full of life.
In Ibiza we can smoke EVERYWHERE. cigarettes. smoke them anywhere! not in here though.
I tell her to smoke anyhow. and make flippin off motions towards the bartenders. FUUUCK EMMM. she gives me a cigarette and we secretly smoke them. both get caught and then yell fuuccck em. then me and her dance. she said she loves spain. spaniards are the best. they know everything. she asks me if i know the music. yes i do. she tells me about living life etc. she looks like and reminds me of gloria so i automatically like her. she tells me to live life. I tell him im livin iiiiiit! then she asks mat are you from US as well. i think she said LIVE YOUR LFE. MAt hears GET A LIFFFFFFE. hahahaah
either way its funny.
did she just tell me to get a life?
hahah
then we go to burger king to top the night off.
Christmas Morning. I feel like im still high from something and hungover. we go to the Rijksmusuem. seee some rembrandt and shit.
go to antoehr coffeee shop. i eat a special space cake. go out again etc etc. im finding everything funny but not tripping or hallucinating. this is a plus. we have fun. hit up BK again.
so our hostel:
the shower basically a gas chamber. so for the full 5 days neither mat or I shower. not to mention that my deoderant got taken away for having explosives on it. so i llok homeless im high as shit and delirious. and Its Christmas YAAAY. my gifts come in shots.
The bathroom i decide smells of a dead prostitute.
our roommates are interesting. two guys from Prague. who get high and read MAxim and visit the Hemp and Canabis museum. two girls that were traveling from Salamanca, SPain leave on christmas eve day. we didnt think that anyone was taking their place. but ohhhhh no
at 4 am someone stumbles in. I think its mat going to the bathroom. Mat what the fuck are you doing. no reply. then the figure walks over to where the two guys are sleeping. then stumbles around the room some more. I realize its not mat. then all the sudden he is sitting on my bed. I kick him
ohhh sorreeee sorrrre. he jumps up and simultaneously grabs my blanket.
THATS MY BLANKET. he stumbles to his bed. I say what the fuck out loud and try to fall asleep. well this man beats me to it. I didnt know that humans could snore so loudly. it was like a tractor and train crashed with every breathe. I turned on my ipod. music up all the way he was still snoring louder. I kept laughing. then finally fell asleep. he gets up at like 9 am and him and his buddies in the room next door start bang a ranging around. Who the hell is this asshole.
this hostel is officially whaaaaaack as shit.
pics to come soooon
order to first explain the events in Amsterdam I think I have to still figure them out a bit for myself.
As I predicted Mat's visit would be the death of me. It surely may as well have.
Mat arrives late on the 19th- we go out- I get wasted- pee the bed-so thats day one. perhaps an omen.
The next day we do some random stuff I cant remember. Big Ben or some shit.
Then it is Sunday- we have a flight to amsterdam on Monday morning at seven which means we have to leave New Cross at like 4 AM. instead of going to sleep early we decided to get wasted and stay up all night and then go to the airport. This was a fantastic idea--NOT. Anyhow we get drunk the usual. Then make our way to SOHO. Its a sunday night so not much is going on. And we get there late like maybe one or two...so we end up going to I think one bar and drinking a Long Island. Thanks mat another fantastic idea. So im wasted and mat is just peachy. Im sleeping on the bus back-as usual. For some reason I think that we passed our stop and before I even fully open my eyes I yell " MAt WE GOTTA GET off NOOWWWW" so we do. and I realize we are in the middle of some ghetto by a 24 hour grocery store.
We finally make it back get our stuff and somehow make it to the airport and on the plane- I was told I had three items in my bag that tested for having traces of explosives. Interesting but they didnt take away my pocket knife- but my allergy medicine was clearly a lethal threat. So i was pissed and had just eaten a full bag of chips- and next thing I know I am in Amsterdam.
Amsterdam I think is a DisneyLand or perhaps a Universal Studios-for stoners. I had an entirely differnt idea of what this city was. We came at the slow season- winter. The seemed to be made entirely for tourists. Shit was entirely too expensive. bottle of cola for like 3.50 Euro on Average. wtf. where do they do that --excpet disneyland and airports??
So we wandered around for over an hour trying to find our hostel.I was so tired and grumpy I already hated the city. I kept thinking every way you go you end up coming back to the same place eventually. The city is a circle. built on canals. Finally the hostel. and we get there around 11 AM impractically already asleep and then he tells me check in isnt until 2PM!! wtf. I gave him the most pissed off look and said WHAAAT? uhm what the hell am i supposed to do for three hours--So i literally threw my bags into a corner and sat down. Then we went to a sports bar.
That night ate a space cake at some random coffeeshop. ended up falling asleep soon after- didnt feel anything.
then along comes the next day. I think we go to a museum also over priced. Museums should be free. It was the Van Gogh museum- they didnt even have that amazing of a van Gogh collection and some other modern art pieces. I wasnt too impressed but enjoyed some of the art. Oh and we went to the heineken brewery. the tour was pretty cool-got some sweet pics. not much beer though. whatev it was like 11 am so thats fine. It was obvioulsy built soley for American Tourists as everything was completly in English nothing in Dutch.
That night we go to a bar called Lux. It was prettty nice. drinks are sooooo much money there. I was pissed. but we got to watch some middle aged man dance like a retard and stumble around. he tried to flirt with me and all the other girls there but ended up sitting on the ground ---still dancing. then we go to BABA - what we had read was one of the top coffeeshops in Amsterdam. After the failure of the first space cake I am curious about this one. There is just jars of weed on each table. I guess you can just take as much as you need. and vaporizers on each table as well. It was cool. But since im no stoner I wasnt in any sort of weedy heaven. Me and mat got space brownies. I only ate half because it was so thick. Mat kept urging me to eat the whole thing. And then.......
we are back at the hostel. dont feel shit- im on the computers. and mat says -im feeling it whooooah-. so he wants to sleep and we go to bed. Somehow I cant sleep. my thoughts were so weird. I kept obsesivly thinking about things i had never thought of before. I began to plan this huge art project i wanted to do. but i couldnt focus on one thing and kept having to trace my trail of thinking. I still didnt think I was high. but i have some cookies by my bed and I really wanted to eat them. There are 4 other people in the room besides us. soo i think okay i have to be quiet its like 3am by now. so im making a plan. Get the keys, get my sweatshirt, get my shoes, get the cookies and go out into the lobby maybe the computer will distract me till i can sleep. because i cannot physically lie down anymore. I keep moving and stuff. so i start to get up and shuffling around. but then I think that this is hilarious. and I keep covering my mouth to stop laughing. here is my thoughts:
okay keys...keys shuffle shuffle
SHIT! stop laughing. okay keys where are they shuffle shuffle
laughing again
okaaaay focus!! focus!! keys gotHoodie more shuffling. there is so much shuffling and for some reason I have all these bags that keep making noise. plastic bags seemed extremely loud/funny. after at least a half hour of this I get up cookies in hand and go out into the lobby. I am so confused because where the lobby is- there is now a closed door. and thenI try to open it with my key--obviously cant. This other kid is there trying to open the door as well. we both start laughing because we cant open the door. I keeep asking isnt this where reception is? he said i think this is my room. i keep laughing by covering up my mouth because i am embarassed how i cant control what im doing. then all the sudden the door swings open. A man is outside in his boxers. he starts yelling at the kid. i just back away-clutching my cookies and stare. he yells at the kid saying " whats wrong with you" your not normal are you" and the kid realizes his room is on the second floor and runs up the stairs. I am standing there looking soooo confused. I keep looking up and down the stiars to see if i too have confused the floors of where the reception is. then there is this exchange
The man asks me- was that boy bothering you?
no.
he was not leaving you alone? he is very strange?
i was trying to say i was looking for reception and he was looking for his room.
i ended up just jingling my keys and laughing.
cover my mouth again.
-what are you doing.
-i .....giggle.
then lurk my head past the door where he is standing.
-you cant sleep?
-no...im now smiling uncontrollably.
-i think--shit he thinks im coming on to him by smiling and looking into his room.
then this is also hilarious and i cover my mouth again and look down.
-why cant you sleep
-this question also hilarious. I suppress the laughter.
-is someone snoring? is it cold?
-i just shake my head yesss. snoring yess
-then he glances at the cookies i am holding.
What are those?
-cookies.
why do you keep looking into the room?
-where is reception
-its here see
-i look again
-well its dark but its here
- i still keep looking.
-I want to say can I use the computer
-then he takes mycookies and examines them for seriously 5-10minutes
-these are good
-i would eat some but i just brushed my teeth
-keeeps looking at them
-american cookies huh?
-where are you from? the US?
- i struggle to explain being from the US and then he starts asking about mat.
- i start worrying cause i cant stop giggling and he wont stop asking me questions
-he is in his boxers with my cookies! i cant go back in there cause i cant sleeep!!!
so i manage to say - ohh my friend has a computer so i will just use that since i cant sleep. because i didnt want to go on the one in the reception area anymore since he would stay around if i did.
go back into the room- the door wont close. everyone hears me.
I am im seriously in a state of panic at this point and cannot control myself.
What do i dooo!!!!!
So I try to wake up Mat.
Mat heeeey mat. Wake up!
-whuuuut do you want
-Mat I cant sleep
-your making so much noise
-I know its cause i cant sleep. so i went out into the hall. with my cookies
-another fit of giggles i put my face in mats mattress
-shhhhh your being loud
-okay mat i went out there and i wanted to eat my cookies and then the guy came out in his boxers and wouldnt let me leave. maaat i dont know what to do
-your HIGH
-I know! hahahah
0 but seriously mat i need help
-im having a panic attack
-just close your eyes and lie down
-please come out in the hall with me
-no! go to bed. your waking up everyone being so loud
-mat come outside with me please.
- i cant go out there alone!
-just go to sleeep
-Mat im having a panic attack. If you dont come outside with me im going to start yelling!
one two three.
matttt! come on please.
mat turns around and i start shaking him, punching him and pulling his hair
none of which work.
YOUR THE WORST FRIEND EVER!!!!!!!
then I fall back into my bed and start to cry a bit/twitch.
okay i cant sleep
i cant go into the lobbby
what do i doo.
cant sleep
cant move
fuck fuck fuck. okay okay
i start texting jeff and then Gloria trying to explain the situation. then i start laughing. i coudlnt focus on the text and the buttons.
the buttons are so loud.
okay i gotta get out of the room-find somewhere to go outside or something,
so once again i grab my things. put on shoes- struggle with getting everything together. grab my coat and go outside.
run down the stairs.
realize im in mats coat. my pajamas tennis shoes and mats coat. 4 am Amsterdam. I start walking. trying to call jeff. sending him texts about almost getting raped and mat not helping me.
I keep hearing things. someone walking behind me. I turn around and nobody is there. someone is whistling and following me. turn around nobody is there. everytime i walk past someone they offer me crack. look at me!!! does it look like i need crack!!!
walking walking walking
thinking thinking what to do what to do
cant focus. im mad at mat
im scared of things.
i feel so paranoid. i stop walking and look around. then i start laughing. nothing! nothing! is open. i want to find an internet cafe so i can talk to someone. i just need a distraction. or else i have to keep walking. i have no more minutes on my phone. I call and try to top up my minutes. they cant do it outside the uk. i start to panic. the woman gives me five pounds in credit. I use it all in a two minute convo with Jeff trying to tell him what is happening. and that he needs to add minutes onto my phone from his comp. but i cant talk clearly. i starting telling him about the owner of the hostl. Jeff all I want was to use the computers and all he wanted was to....FUUUUUUUUCK
MY PHONE IS OUT OF MINS AGAIN!!!
and now dying from low battery.
so no phone no minutes
nothing is open
no one i can talk to
i just keep walking
walking
i keep going in circles.
I see some homeless guy on a bike and he tells me something. i realize im staring and jsut walk away. i see people in a cafe. oh no wait those are just empty chairs in an abandoned store. I keep seeing the man from the hostel. HE is following me!! how is he in the storefront!!
i am going insane.
walking walking
walking.
amsterdam-fuck you!!
the only thing in this city right now are drug dealers and prostitutes. no other sign of life.
coffeeshops- a place that might usually be open at this hour. but a coffeeshop in amsterdam isnt a coffeeshop and thats where the trouble came from in the first place.
i somehow end up at the central train station. i walk around there. ask if they have interent. no
there is a place across the street. i hear the directions and as hard as i try to focus on them i forget them immediatly. so i just start walking again.
okay so i now realize i wont be able to contact anyone. im freaking out.
one million thoughts run through my head every second. they wont stop. i keep seeing things. i keep hearing things. why wouldnt mat take care of me. why am i in this self-proclaimed damned city???? so i think of ways to get back. i see a broken store front and stare at it for a few minutes. dockers store. who would break into a dockers store. i wonder maybe they just drunkenly drove their bike into it. everyone here is stones and on bikes. biiiiikes.
fuuck. i keep walking. it should be getting light soon. its past six. still nothing is opening. nothing. no one anywhere.
after a bit more of this insanity. i find the path back to the hostel. christmas lights and stores for tourists. coffee shops and clubs. there is nothing in this city for a normal human life. a park, an all night cafe, a hostel THAT ISNT RUN BY A CRACK PERVERT
i walk more just to exhaust myself so i can fall asleep.
i get back into bed. somehow i fall asleep after some more anxiety. I want to go home at this point. i want my mom. i want contact. I feel soooo alone.
I sleep until aboout six pm the next day. still in a haze when i wake up.
i tell jeff on skype that im okay. i want to go home. i want to go home. so i sleep some more. mat is waiting for me to wake up. he thinks im mad at him. and i was. until i actually WOKE up. its already dark again. Its Christmas Eve!! we go to some italian place. Im soooo hungry. I eat a full plate of pasta and feel even more hungry.
we walk around and i tell mat about what happened. apparently he was trippin ballls as well and didnt even comprehend what i was saying. we were both so fucked.
there was something in those brownies. It was not just weed.
then we end up going out since its the eve of my birth. we go to a bar and share ten shots of jagermeister. we try to find supperclub. a famous club in amsterdam. cant find it. we end up going to two bar/clubs in our area.
my fave was
the club NEWS. full of middle aged people. we get there around 2 am and it is bumpin full throttle. The music there is the shit. from the looks of it it looks tacky but they are playing prince, jock jams, MAMBO no. 5, james brown, chubby checker etc. we drink some ridiculously over priced drinks. and this woman starts talking to me. she is hilarious from Ibiza. she grew up in Amsterdam though. she is exuberant and full of life.
In Ibiza we can smoke EVERYWHERE. cigarettes. smoke them anywhere! not in here though.
I tell her to smoke anyhow. and make flippin off motions towards the bartenders. FUUUCK EMMM. she gives me a cigarette and we secretly smoke them. both get caught and then yell fuuccck em. then me and her dance. she said she loves spain. spaniards are the best. they know everything. she asks me if i know the music. yes i do. she tells me about living life etc. she looks like and reminds me of gloria so i automatically like her. she tells me to live life. I tell him im livin iiiiiit! then she asks mat are you from US as well. i think she said LIVE YOUR LFE. MAt hears GET A LIFFFFFFE. hahahaah
either way its funny.
did she just tell me to get a life?
hahah
then we go to burger king to top the night off.
Christmas Morning. I feel like im still high from something and hungover. we go to the Rijksmusuem. seee some rembrandt and shit.
go to antoehr coffeee shop. i eat a special space cake. go out again etc etc. im finding everything funny but not tripping or hallucinating. this is a plus. we have fun. hit up BK again.
so our hostel:
the shower basically a gas chamber. so for the full 5 days neither mat or I shower. not to mention that my deoderant got taken away for having explosives on it. so i llok homeless im high as shit and delirious. and Its Christmas YAAAY. my gifts come in shots.
The bathroom i decide smells of a dead prostitute.
our roommates are interesting. two guys from Prague. who get high and read MAxim and visit the Hemp and Canabis museum. two girls that were traveling from Salamanca, SPain leave on christmas eve day. we didnt think that anyone was taking their place. but ohhhhh no
at 4 am someone stumbles in. I think its mat going to the bathroom. Mat what the fuck are you doing. no reply. then the figure walks over to where the two guys are sleeping. then stumbles around the room some more. I realize its not mat. then all the sudden he is sitting on my bed. I kick him
ohhh sorreeee sorrrre. he jumps up and simultaneously grabs my blanket.
THATS MY BLANKET. he stumbles to his bed. I say what the fuck out loud and try to fall asleep. well this man beats me to it. I didnt know that humans could snore so loudly. it was like a tractor and train crashed with every breathe. I turned on my ipod. music up all the way he was still snoring louder. I kept laughing. then finally fell asleep. he gets up at like 9 am and him and his buddies in the room next door start bang a ranging around. Who the hell is this asshole.
this hostel is officially whaaaaaack as shit.
pics to come soooon
Friday, 19 December 2008
21!!!!! once again im a barely legal HOTTTTIEE!!
Am in Amsterdam- coming back to London
Still with Mat
IM 21- LEgallllllll 100% purrrcent yo
SO i am in still some kind of Haze from this whole trip- Mat just thinks I am trying to be anooying but I serisouly feel weeeeird.
Amsterdam is really odd and I dont know if I really like it.
I will update some of the adventures when I get back to London. If you are interested in hearing how i was royally trippin balllzzzers all over Amsterdam (alone)
MAt is also the worst friend ever. I will explain this as well.
oh I made friends with a gloria 20 years from now. And had by blanket stolen by some asshole in our hostel room.
These are all very epic stories. stay tunedddddd.
yeeeeeaassss
lets admit it im still high- thanks mat.
-Vera
So looks like I will have a place to live when I get back to Seattle in April.
Nikki, Jackie, Gloria, Kari and I found a house on 17th and Marion. 3 bedrooms.
Master bedroom apparently huge- will be shared
and I have willingly opted to live in the garage- my mom didnt think I was serious when I told her. And i am expecting a comment from my sister to this blog going something like this " your going to live in the Garage!!!? your weird? Why would you want to do that?"
'In the Garage' by Weezer will be my theme song.
It might suck- but it might only be for 3 months. I handled living on Gills floor for 3 months so I think I can do this. and I think I am going to deck the shit out of it. Hello Kitty luxury suite!!!!
I am just going to be excited until someone tells me I am retarded or i get bit by a rat.
I am excited about my roommates. Gloria is excited that the Master Bedroom has vaulted ceilings and Jackie is overly excited that our landlord put up a blog for selling the house- thus according to Jackie our house has a blog.
I wish I could go back now. Winter in the Garage is probably not the best though. And im not done with London yet. Its crazy how after three months in this city where I have made a large effort to see many things there is still soooo much to be seen. This is good though.
This is my life im livvin iiiiiiiiit bitttccheezzzz
Still with Mat
IM 21- LEgallllllll 100% purrrcent yo
SO i am in still some kind of Haze from this whole trip- Mat just thinks I am trying to be anooying but I serisouly feel weeeeird.
Amsterdam is really odd and I dont know if I really like it.
I will update some of the adventures when I get back to London. If you are interested in hearing how i was royally trippin balllzzzers all over Amsterdam (alone)
MAt is also the worst friend ever. I will explain this as well.
oh I made friends with a gloria 20 years from now. And had by blanket stolen by some asshole in our hostel room.
These are all very epic stories. stay tunedddddd.
yeeeeeaassss
lets admit it im still high- thanks mat.
-Vera
So looks like I will have a place to live when I get back to Seattle in April.
Nikki, Jackie, Gloria, Kari and I found a house on 17th and Marion. 3 bedrooms.
Master bedroom apparently huge- will be shared
and I have willingly opted to live in the garage- my mom didnt think I was serious when I told her. And i am expecting a comment from my sister to this blog going something like this " your going to live in the Garage!!!? your weird? Why would you want to do that?"
'In the Garage' by Weezer will be my theme song.
It might suck- but it might only be for 3 months. I handled living on Gills floor for 3 months so I think I can do this. and I think I am going to deck the shit out of it. Hello Kitty luxury suite!!!!
I am just going to be excited until someone tells me I am retarded or i get bit by a rat.
I am excited about my roommates. Gloria is excited that the Master Bedroom has vaulted ceilings and Jackie is overly excited that our landlord put up a blog for selling the house- thus according to Jackie our house has a blog.
I wish I could go back now. Winter in the Garage is probably not the best though. And im not done with London yet. Its crazy how after three months in this city where I have made a large effort to see many things there is still soooo much to be seen. This is good though.
This is my life im livvin iiiiiiiiit bitttccheezzzz
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Westminister ABI(Martin)
This is unusual for me to go for over a 48 hour time span without blogging. I should get paid for it given that I do it like its my job. I have been busy for once in my life. Finishing with finals and being a wonderful host to Jeff and now Abi. Showing people London makes me love it even more. Abi is being a dutiful tourist and taking approximatley 10,000,000,000 pictures of Big Ben. I take it she is rather fond of big clocks, i mean big clocks. She is now sleeping in my bed after a hard day of adventures. We actually did quite a bit today. The day went as follows. A walk from new cross to Greenwich. This entails walking through depford- the shithole of london. Going to the point of the Prime Meridian- which was on top of an observatory which almost gave me an asthma attack to walk up towards. Going to the famous crossing at Abbey Road- its not demarcated in any way so you really have to know where your going. There are usually 1-5 people there taking pictures. I am surprised none of them have been hit by a car yet cause they definalty cause blocks in traffic. Then we went to Camden- Abi looked at Pipes whereas the paraphernalia of my choice lay in yumsters and Hello Kitty. Then we went to Harrods- Ultra luxurious department store where i bought a single cupcake. and abi fulfilled her british dream of eating a mince pie. its fruit which they call mince meat. a confusion of meat and fruit which does not appeal to my senses. Tomorrow its the national gallery-weeee Mat arrives on Friday- whereupon we will round up all the gays in the Greater London Area and bring them to my flat to listen to Madonna and Rhianna
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For Good Measure/Abi
.Tuesday, 2 December 2008
josh hartnett
I have gotten a sense of home-sickness for Salt Lake. I dont know what it is-
the abundance of burritos I could so easily have at my disposable 24-hours a day
Things being cheap??
Thrift Store Paradise??
Obese Mormons?
My family?
My angsty youth?
The few friends I miss so much?
I really dont know. But sometimes I just wish I was there. I would eat burritos every day. Drive around and blast aqua!! This is all I did last winter break. Me and James drove around in my moms mercedes while blasting aqua and singing along shamelessly/ making up our own words.
Also I puked in the Parking lot of a huge shopping mall on Black Friday after having drank too many beers too fast. Then james ate chinese food and scared some woman by making scary sex sounds. This is the life that im missing?
Im in a city that is one of the cultural capitols of the world and all i can think about are burritos and harassing mormon people.
I am hoping that I get a chance to go back some time during the sumer.
Last night went to cheapskates.
So it used to be strip club. I instantly noticed the trashy glam allure of the whole place. Trashy things spark my interest so i instantly liked it. There was leapord print carpet. mirrors poles and a stage. I loved it. every wednesday they have 80p drinks. This is redic cheap and i decided that it was time for a study break. Me Elizabeth, Katie and Beth oh and KAties friend angelina all met up in SOHO and went to this place.
It was fun. I kept drinking rather chugging and didnt feel anything. i was like wtf. kept counting my change and buying more drinks. Katie and Angelina were waaaaasted. angelina kept pole dancing. and guys kept hitting on katie. Elizabeth kept going to get more drinks and wouldnt stop. it was cute. This guy came up and tried to psycho analyse me and beth. He gave a scenario with a field of strawberries. apparently i basically do what i want and dont give a shit what anyone says. beth on the other hand has morals. i think hes full of shit. i told him that too. i tried to dance but wasnt at my best for moves. so we kept going back to the bar. 10 drinks in---seemingly sober. this is reallly annoying. anyhow we went home a bit before it closed. I met some people on the bus and they gave beth and I samples from a magazine. They give tons of samples in magazines here. Like good ones too. Then I skyped jeff and went to bed.
WOke up and was pisssssed! why am i hungover???? i didnt feel drunk. cheap booze means my body feels it even if i do not. now its 7 pm. i have to hand in two 3,000 word essays tomorrow. gonna be a long night.
i dont have class tomorrow so its all good.
As soon as i get my four essays in my break starts!! but its a long way till i get there. and im a slow worker. im just going to make jeff write my other two. he doesnt know it yet.
i will see him on saturday. whoooa this is sooooon.
okay so me jackie nikki kari and gloria need to find a house pronto. Destiny is taking my spot till i get back when she goes abroad. 5 bedroom house capitol hill- is this going to happen? if so then the kitty kat mansion will become a reality.
Josh hartnet is in town doing the play Rainman. I need to run into him before he escapes.
the abundance of burritos I could so easily have at my disposable 24-hours a day
Things being cheap??
Thrift Store Paradise??
Obese Mormons?
My family?
My angsty youth?
The few friends I miss so much?
I really dont know. But sometimes I just wish I was there. I would eat burritos every day. Drive around and blast aqua!! This is all I did last winter break. Me and James drove around in my moms mercedes while blasting aqua and singing along shamelessly/ making up our own words.
Also I puked in the Parking lot of a huge shopping mall on Black Friday after having drank too many beers too fast. Then james ate chinese food and scared some woman by making scary sex sounds. This is the life that im missing?
Im in a city that is one of the cultural capitols of the world and all i can think about are burritos and harassing mormon people.
I am hoping that I get a chance to go back some time during the sumer.
Last night went to cheapskates.
So it used to be strip club. I instantly noticed the trashy glam allure of the whole place. Trashy things spark my interest so i instantly liked it. There was leapord print carpet. mirrors poles and a stage. I loved it. every wednesday they have 80p drinks. This is redic cheap and i decided that it was time for a study break. Me Elizabeth, Katie and Beth oh and KAties friend angelina all met up in SOHO and went to this place.
It was fun. I kept drinking rather chugging and didnt feel anything. i was like wtf. kept counting my change and buying more drinks. Katie and Angelina were waaaaasted. angelina kept pole dancing. and guys kept hitting on katie. Elizabeth kept going to get more drinks and wouldnt stop. it was cute. This guy came up and tried to psycho analyse me and beth. He gave a scenario with a field of strawberries. apparently i basically do what i want and dont give a shit what anyone says. beth on the other hand has morals. i think hes full of shit. i told him that too. i tried to dance but wasnt at my best for moves. so we kept going back to the bar. 10 drinks in---seemingly sober. this is reallly annoying. anyhow we went home a bit before it closed. I met some people on the bus and they gave beth and I samples from a magazine. They give tons of samples in magazines here. Like good ones too. Then I skyped jeff and went to bed.
WOke up and was pisssssed! why am i hungover???? i didnt feel drunk. cheap booze means my body feels it even if i do not. now its 7 pm. i have to hand in two 3,000 word essays tomorrow. gonna be a long night.
i dont have class tomorrow so its all good.
As soon as i get my four essays in my break starts!! but its a long way till i get there. and im a slow worker. im just going to make jeff write my other two. he doesnt know it yet.
i will see him on saturday. whoooa this is sooooon.
okay so me jackie nikki kari and gloria need to find a house pronto. Destiny is taking my spot till i get back when she goes abroad. 5 bedroom house capitol hill- is this going to happen? if so then the kitty kat mansion will become a reality.
Josh hartnet is in town doing the play Rainman. I need to run into him before he escapes.
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