Well after all the excitement about Paris (I mean, you noticed the exclamation point, right?), it didn't happen, and now I won't get a chance to go there until probably after the whole Christmas season thing. I got shipped back to Prague instead, and will be here again until the end of the month. Which is £134 per week plus utilities that I've ( Read more... )

Paris! I still think it's totally cool that I can just get on a train, and be in Paris in 2 and a half hours. If I do that at home, I can be in New Jersey. Not quite the same.

Do you remember that nausea you got when you were like 12 and the boy you had a crush on called you, and like your entire insides were shaking, you felt really cold, and your palms started sweating? Maybe I was the only one that happened to. Anyway, you'd think at some point in your life, that social anxiety would go away. Seems that, not so

Yeah. I bet you do.

I'm going to climb kilimanjaro. Probably in January, in lieu of going home for christmas. I suppose at some point, I ought to get in shape. Otherwise, I might die and all. And wouldn't that be a tragedy.

So miracle of miracles, it's raining today. Shocking ( Read more... )

I write again, not because I have anything or importance or relevance to day, but because if I don't, I'm gonna get the whole pot-kettle lecture again ( Read more... )

Another entry written out of guilt for neglecting my journal. Basically, only because one person reads this thing ( Read more... )

It's tough for me to update. Because really, my life isn't very exciting. Every once in a while, something mildly amusing happens, so I exaggerate the story to make it sound interesting, and if lucky, funny as well. I try for funny a lot. It usually doesn't work out, though ( Read more... )

So, I moved to London. London is thrilling. Got a nice place, it's in a church. Works out nicely, the guilt keeps me from doing anything too stupid... so, I head out to Ikea, to try to find certain living essentials. You know, like a bed, towels, maybe a pillow. Instead, I find a greatly reduced, 8 foot tall mirror with a pretty wooden frame ( Read more... )