I rode into consciousness Wednesday morning on a rolling wave of nausea. I don't know how it's physically possible, but I somehow crawled out of my top bunk bed to the bathroom. I have no idea why I was sick-- maybe unwashed produce from the Meermarket? In any case, I was feeling sick all day, and as a consequence I was gloomy and rude, ( Read more... )

I still haven't fully recovered from the weekend... The thought of sleep is alluring right now, especially with all the unbelievable dreams I've been having lately. I'm almost through Crime and Punishment, and it's evident in my unconscious mind. Have you ever deliberately gone back to sleep to finish the plot of a dream? I couldn't drag myself ( Read more... )

So, after venting about my classmates, I decided to get over it. On Thursday night I rode my bike through the darkened suburban streets lined with nearly identical houses and all kinds of strange landscaping and lawn ornaments. When I got back to the Castle, I saw Shane carrying a guitar in the courtyard, so I followed him into the VB Lounge. I' ( Read more... )

I've been writing about my Amsterdam trip all week, which is just as well since, if I was writing about the Here and Now I would just be bitching about These People. Today in World Drama, I wanted to scream a retching, primordial scream, knock over a few tables and then maybe throw a chair out the window, rip off all my clothes in an angry, ( Read more... )

"James and I might go see a Sex show tonight ( Read more... )

The first thing we saw in Amsterdam was Van Gogh. His face, his hat, his hands, his hair, his shoes, and his suit were all painted copper. He stood as still as a statue in the middle of Dam Square until someone put some money in his hat. Actually the square was full of living statues, but after his cigarette break, Van Gogh broke character and ( Read more... )

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yes. I woke up at seven o'clock. A.M. We all filed onto the buses and got settled. Susie and I were near the front, and owing to the fact that none of us were used to getting up before 10, the bus was quiet and still. At exactly 7:45, with the engine running, two nameless people made their typically jarring, dramatic entrance onto the bus ( Read more... )

I'm home alive, but my eyes are heavy. Maybe tomorrow I will feel more articulate. I feel like I've been here a long time already.

We leave for Amsterdam tomorrow morning at quarter to eight. It almost seems strange that I haven't been there already ( Read more... )