oh yeah happy valentine's day;not in my case. but hey if you had fun, good.
let's see a quick recap of the goings on since my last ramble...
hit the stripbar and 5spot on friday. it wasn't too bad. ran into andrea, nana, and ihouse friends. fun times...almost too much fun. oh yeah, lucy i did wash the pants but the glitter didn't come out. what now?
saturday was ruchi's "born naked" day. went to shampoo...on fucking goth night. that place was dead anyway. moved onto pollyesther's. fun time. diesel jeans anyone? what about chugging a kamikaze mixture from a very very cute bartender. hey it was free...so i'm not complaining.
sunday-monday. it snowed. shoveling snow is a fucking miserable experience. but it got done. in my adidas no less.
been downloading a lot of vintage songs in order to pass the times this weekend. some of the notables..."here with me", "lowrider", "morethan a feeling", "the realest". all good shit. all very poignant in "my" current events.
going to buy some pumas. that is if those fucking hackers didn't already takemyshit. it's ok she was old anyway.
time passes so slow in the winter. makes me think of that song "a long december" by counting crows or "when we dance" by sting. it's like january and february have been the longest ever for me. seems like even the good moments get cut short...for the long, drawn reminders that the world sucks sometimes.
oh well is all i can say.
-the anti-flirt.
listening to "she talks to angels" by the blackcrowes
wishing that iwassomewherespecial.
time to do the laundry.
a funny thing happened on the way to home depot...
ok i really wasn't going there but i thought i'd start off with that since the whole fucking country is off buying their duct tape and plastic.
i mentioned this today to my parents and they came at me with the "this can't be our son talking" type of look. it was quite funny to me. i will not bore you with the details of our conversation, but it made me realise that whatever happens will happen. just be content with what you've done and be happy overall.
i don't know how many of us can truly say that. i don't know if i can even say that. mind you my parents have been through it all so i guess they're coming from a different angle. but i the more i think about it, i think they're right. what the fuck could i do to stop a nuclear bomb or an attack? nothing.
these decisions are not in our hands, they're in the hands of those who will probably survive any attack, for their level 4, bullet/bomb/everything proof lincoln navigators have their engines reved ready to wisk them away. i wish everyone had something like that at their convenience.
why do i continue to ramble on about shit that i can't control...well first off because i can and i really don't feel like talking about valentine's day and second because i'm bored and on a political kick.
oh well i'll jump off that issue since know such thang has become my medium to rant about politics. i don't know if my views are on point with the rest of the world, but they suit me just fine.
ok..let's talk about valentine's day. i was hoping to have a special one this year, but alas i'm left alone and will be the first asshole in line at blockbuster renting knotting hill. however, i recall that lucydiamond has something up his sleeve so i'm not sure if it'll be a blockbuster night, just yet. i'm just covering my ass. don't think it'll be as fun as it could've been.
moving out of my apartment soon. it's between philly and downtown wilm. don't know where to go, but i'm going away from here. like a stone.
i'm listening to some audioslave.."like a stone". though i know the old rage cannot be replaced...i think audioslave is carving out a very nice niche. hey at least it's not kylie monogue. she's hot, but no real talent.
i sure wish i could go to spain in april. work politics sucks as much as world politics. i'll make it somewhere else in the fall. that's so far away.
i am back from paris and amsterdam a very changed person. andrea you were right. i was able to clear my head and recoup a little. things are much clearer now.
what can i say. markyt and i did a lot there. i only wish that everyone could have an experience like that...visiting other countries, cities, cultures...what have you. it's so worth it if you can do it.
the trip went by so fast and we did so much. i think we hit every site in paris and most in amsterdam. some highlights...
paris - my favourites were the cathedral of Notre-Dame, the champs-elysees, the eiffel tower, the latin quarter, and the metro. i loved everything. there was so much to see, i think my eyes are still in shock.
amsterdam - weed, weed, weed. ok that's not all what amsterdam was about. there was the city, the people, the culture. the landmarks such as the Anne Frank house (which was the most moving moment of the trip) and the national monument and center square.
the architecture in both cities was both classy, with touches of age-old, yet brilliant design, with some modern flair. not many cities in the usa compare to these two cities...at every turn i was in utter amazement at the history and the character of every building.
we had our funny moments in these cities. like the provacative ads all over paris. i had a field day taking pictures. paris we kept saying "asshole" and "69" in the native tongue. forget amsterdam. all we did was repeat goldmember's lines in austin powers. we probably came off as two big american assholes. but whatever. tis all good.
not to forget the women in these cities. five syllables...un-bel-iv-a-ble. can i have my one-way ticket to paris now...please. fucking great. i will be a good boy and keep the real "stories" to myself. if you must know such thangs, contact markyt. i'm not saying a fucking thing.
it's not that great to be back. i wish i could say otherwise. but i got more sad as i knew that i'd be returning to this, my own private idaho. my so-called life. my corner of the world. maybe my views about here will return to normal, but i think something is calling me to cross the atlantic and live over there for quite sometime. here's to crossing my fingers, closing my eyes, and hoping i make the right decision in the future. not matter what it is.
well there's obviously more to the trip. like my getting sick on the plane to paris, like meeting someone on the plane, like not getting to see aude or nico, like me looking like a typical american, like me using my french (pretty well i might add), like me falling for a waitress in the latin quarter of paris, like me falling off my top bunk in paris, like mark and i doping up, like ordering a "royale with cheese". yes it was done. just call me a badmuthafucka. there's a lot to tell. nothing i can recant in this one blog, this one sitting. all of it will come back to me in future blogs. and i will start it off with like this reminds me of the time i was in paris or amsterdam...u know the drizzill.
ah...listening to ol' blue eyes gets me going. what's in store for the future? who knows? it has to be able to top this trip. which might be hard to do. oh well.
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listen to Sinatra and follow your dreams kids. like he says, "i've got the world on a string".
a sunday afternoon in amsterdam. the last three days have been the greatest ever. i think i want to move to paris for at least a year or two...i plan to do it before i'm 30. everyone should live in paris (or at least visit).
i'm in a local internet cafe posting a very abridged version of my regular blogs, but we've only got limited time here. tonight it's off to the airport to chill for about 7 hours before we board a plane to paris...at which point t and i have a two hour break before heading back to the states.
there is a lot to tell...but i'll save it for later. peace.
oh could i have been a parking lot attendant
could i have been a millionaire in bel air
could i have been lost somewhere in paris
could i have been your little brother
could i have been anyone other than me
could i have been anyone other than me
could i have been anyone other than me
could i have been anyone.....
twenty three i'm so tired of life, such a shame to throw it all away
images grow darker still
could i have been anyone other than me...then i
look up at the sky my mouth is open wide
lick and taste what's the use in worrying
what's the use in hurrying
turn turn we almost become dizzy
i am who i am who i am, well who am i....
requesting some enlightenment
could i have been anyone other than me, then i...
sing and dance i play for you tonight
the thrill of it all
dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
but i'll make it out.
"dancing nancies" c.1995
well i'm almost off. about 48 hours to go then i'm out. feeling really awkward. like it's a fused emotion of flying nervousness and of wanting to be there already, wrapped inside a blanket of man i've hyped this trip so much in my head that i'm fearful that it won't live up to my expectations. don't know why i do this, but as i'm typing my feelings i'm getting more and more relaxed. what the fuck. i'm just going to have a good time and get away from all this. the this being the unhealthy environment i've been subjected to.
hopefully visiting another culture will give me a better perspective. not necessarily on life, or women, or philosophy, or anything having to do with me. just something that's not here, not now. i'm not vowing that i'll be a different person, but who knows what'll happen over there. then again, some things might need to stay over there.
alone in the apartment again...makes me wonder if my other two roommates sometimes like wasting their money and use this place as a really expensive storage closet of sorts.
almost time to call it a nite. elevenfiftyone. how pathetic.
here's a very very long way to say goodnite. did you ever get sleepy talking to people on the phone. at first i thought that it might be narcolepsy...considering i get sleepy anywhere...but then i came to the conclusion that i was just being bombarded by things that don't interest me. believe me kids, that fucking list is growing more and more everyday. by april i'll probably be able to discuss only politics, the type of spaghetti sauce i use, and most importantly my uncanny ability to remember stupid facts dealing with 80s sitcoms (who's the boss anyone?). then again, maybe i'm just getting bored easily.
twelveam. time to wrap up some instantmessages (pir79, not that you should care).
ok back. i thought it time to comment on my tumultuous history in relationships...haha. i'm just kidding. listening to john mayer makes me think funny sometimes (if you were wondering "love song for no one" is a very good song). ok for real. i'm ok now.
later kids.
hopefully i can blog from overseas...if not, then i can't. you'll hear from me soon.
peace.
onehundred twenty-four and sixty-eight. that's how much fucking money i spent at target today. can you believe it? i sure can't. fuck.
blurry weekend. good to have some family around...it was a great antidote to an otherwise shitty month. as previously mentioned.
it's february. the time for lovey-dovey cards, hearts, chocolates, candy, balloons, all that fun shit. doesn't look like luciedymound and knowsuchthang will be celebrating cupid's day this year. fuck..i'm watching too many mtv "true life" episodes.
the trip i've been talking about for so long is finally here. i just hope i'm able to finally put away the tense feelings i've been having since i started work. i think i can i think i can i think i can...
i sure hope i'm not arrested while i'm overseas; i don't think the exchange rate will be in the us dollar's favor during this next week. for bail money of course.
sad news about the columbia. my heart and prayers go out to those affected; which in my opinion should be everyone. should we stop the space program..absolutely not.
blix is to hold more talks with iraq tomorrow. i'm looking forward to powell's "presentation of evidence" @the UN this wednesday. should be enough gas to power the motorcade of war. shall i start photocopying the lyrics to kumbaya?
ok enough. i lovve me some iced tea.
ok don't laugh i'm listening to the sly caps. yes of mtv made fame. the song is called "the boring life" and yes it's very telling of me "right now"!
that's off...now hearing some radiohead (karmapolice). arrest this man...he talks in maths.
