dissabte, de maig 26, 2007


We've had excellent luck with restaurants so far, and until today, the weather has been perfect. Night before last in Amsterdam we ate at Blue Pepper, a contemporary Indonesian place right outside the canal belt.
The Conrad Brussels is a bit of an improvement from our former digs, a hotel within a hostel. Our current bathroom is about the size of our entire room at the Winston in Amsterdam.

dilluns, de maig 21, 2007

I don't think this is real.

Mexican ferris wheel

The Iranians need the chill the fuck out. Seriously.

My flight to Amsterdam is today at 7:10 PM. I cannot wait.
In other news, my 20th birthday is just around the corner, and I've already gotten some gifts. My mom bought me a beautiful new digital SLR camera, and my dad is taking me to Las Vegas for the weekend of my birthday.
But I now need a new cell phone; after drinking a bottle of wine the other night, i put my phone through the washing machine.

dimecres, de maig 02, 2007

Memories of secret handshakes, you
It speak my language
Sees, I cease to believe
You're gonna leave.

And acting out a fight
When you're not around
With ease, I cease to exist
I slip through the leaves
We once had to wish

Oh we wished for,
Heaven, It now only seems
Like torture

Oh this ghost
Will win my host it's, lingering
In me, and around my neck
It taps on my head
While i'm asleep

Memories of secret handshakes, you
it speak my language
Sees, that cease to believe
You're gonna leave

holy mother of God