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fuck man...
i'll try again tomorrow....

so i made it back in. honestly was no bother on the irish end. this woman working immigration in england was a awful pain tho. I nearly got caught there, luckily i thought quickly enough and made it thru. to dance in london all night long and enjoy the heat of the day. waiting in a train station with a stranger living on cigarettes and warm ( Read more... )

my trip is coming to a close sadly. and its been more fun then i could hope for, but im starting to miss home and day to day living. call me silly but i miss the resposibility. ended up at grand rokk again. saw a few really good bands. lokbrá again! they sounded much better last night then they did on friday night. óskar said that was the most ( Read more... )

dont be sad tintin.

oh shit snorris out of the shower. gotta run
grand rokk ahoy!
why in gods name is this country so fecking cold?!
never mind its named iceland...

char if you talk to my mum today please tell her i am so sorry i cant call. my phone wont work here in reykjavik. :(

endless love and such

x
julie

oh yeah ( Read more... )

i tred so carefully, down a hill i´ve walked a hundred times before. dragging fingertips on the building surface. i cant believe im here... close my eyes and wait for familiar sound and smell. nothing comes, and it won´t no matter how i try to will it. would you smile if you where here with me? what is it about this place that makes us fall ( Read more... )

i could sit here and apologise for never writing. but it's pointless. i've been far to busy to even try. on my second day of recovery after the oxygen festival. it was fucking amazing to say the least. ill write a something useful on it later after i get the pictures developed. spent the morning debating buying pj harvey tickets with jay. he said ( Read more... )

even with the days much longer i still can't find time ( Read more... )

happy birthday.

a scent of stale drink was thick in the air. the masses swelled out into the streets. & liquid courage flows thru their veins. the sun hasn't even set yet and the stain of blood is on the pavement. i was rude awakened to see my good friend had been punched up for a few euros. dead sober. 6 pm. a group of strangers trying to pull an answer out of ( Read more... )