1. I made a new journal. although I look fondly upon the long and sunny days of hotshit_hedtoss, it's time for something new.
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I'm working on switching livejournals, beginning with a bit of an explanation of my transformed state of mind. but its difficult, first because i have to PICK A NEW USERNAME (how will i define myself? as a young american woman abroad? i'm sure dr. mendelssohn and henry james have something to say about this) and second because i have to sort this ( Read more... )

yes, its that time again, let's all chime in. don't have no money... This seems to be a recurrent theme in my life. Right now I'm just waiting on my debit cards, i have no idea when they'll get here, my cash supply is dwindling and I'm reluctant to use the card ( Read more... )

in which guinness is discovered to be the liquid equivalent of 10 bowls of pasta. seriously. we'll see how well my delicate american constitution (the non-paper variety--though equally delicate) holds up in dublin next weekend. because if you drink 4 pints you get a crazy hat. and my friends, i am all about those crazy hats ( Read more... )

it was one of those days. getting hand-fed by the waiter at ciao italia, brownies by claire, audrie's adventures with flower and water, ben n jerry's cookie dough ice cream (freaky as peanut butter to the "non-americans" (wisconsin kid from the highland trip's term, not mine--"man, i LOVE non-americans!" wow.(can you HANDLE the parentheses???)) in ( Read more... )

meh. fuck it. self-indulgence is my narcotic. my life is consumed by vice as it is, what's another ( Read more... )

ok, ok, i know i'm on hiatus, but i just have to announce that i just watched my flatmate spread butter all over a huge block of cheddar cheese and eat it.

that's all.

La Beaute sera convulsive ou ne sera pas.This is the end of this livejournal. I need to fix some things. Yesterday my life was thrust into my face with such bald violence that now I don't know who i am anymore. don't worry, i'm just having a mild realignment. maybe i'll explain what happened in more concrete detail at a later date, but for now, a ( Read more... )

spotted, in the clockwork orange tunnel on the way to the gym, a flyer advertising a show by a band called..."milford cubicle."
ps: AMSTERDAM PART TWO COMMENCES IN EXACTLY A CERTAIN NUMBER OF HOURS.

sheeeahht.

my czech liver has finally found its game face. 9 shots tonight. three at the southern, two at bannermans, four at cabaret voltaire (can drum and bass be good without ecstasy? the answer is firmly no). and the diagnosis? tipsy. damn. and after smoking the strongest weed I've ever come into contact with and being MASSIVELY sexually harrassed (too ( Read more... )