I love my lit teacher, hes great. Send an e-mail, hollerin' to Jude, I am alive, he replies, I am the walrus ( Read more... )

Not doing much, in fact I'm border line bored, but what to do when everyone else has things to do? Hrm, do them on the my own it seems. The funny thing is, as I type this, there is not much to say and thats the point I'm making. I've gone over everthing, worked through it, voiced it, done something with it that IT, whatever it is exactly, is worn ( Read more... )

I mean what I would give to hold someone all night...and love the fact I cant fall asleep because the butterflies wont stop moving.

So, for the hell of it, I'd thought I'd dabble on here for a bit until I figure out what I want to do with my evening. Luckily, my papa is here and we might go out for dinner. I could use actual food. I'm not proud of this, but out of curiosity motivated by my morning shower, I weighed myself. I'm 121 pounds. I knew that I had lost weight by ( Read more... )

Hips like Cinderella, must be havin' a good shame ( Read more... )

I am literally, lost in translation. I'm in the Las Vegas airport borrowing their internet until my delayed plane finally arrives to give me my last feebles steps home. I am exhausted and sick of hauling luggage on planes/trains and off planes/trains, customs, and fighting the flawed system that is our airports. I'm not even going into detail, but ( Read more... )

Killing time until the little one exeunts the bathroom and I can get ready for bed. I'm already exhausted...or maybe my eyes just feel such. My dad and I are waking up at 5 to prepare and grab a train in Lanstuhl to head to Frankfurt and then our plane leaves at 11. Hopefully, the legs this go around will be smooth and uneventful and I can return ( Read more... )

Standing at the front desk of the hotel in Austria, I have to race to type what little I can. Most would hardly bother, but a few moments here is a nice break. Interesting, how simply writing english is enough to quell homesickness. It has abated in the whole but Iäm simply restless to get home. Three more days. I am very excited but hesistent none ( Read more... )

Im trying to get used to this but for someone who types practically as an existance its hard to break ways. I hate this part of the trip, where it begins to wear on you and you realize you miss hearing english, you worry about home, and you want nothing more then to cruise down to Robertos and get the greasiest chorizo imqginqble. Either my friends ( Read more... )

Another fruitful day of walking sheer cliffs in attempts to storm castles. I thought Eddie Izzard was joking, (note:ha ha hes a comedian), but no seriously every mile or so there is a new castle. We went to Hidleburgh today to get rail tickets for the continuation of our journey. Paris was booked so we had to reroute to Amsterdam and I realized ( Read more... )