I am thinking of starting a metal band called IMPETIGO and after that breaks up, a solo exploratory noise project called faeces [otherwise known as poo]. I have completed a few tasks in my time away from school, but I fear starting big painful essays (mainly because I know I have not done nearly enough research. fuck).
Berlin war ganz toll, ja. Ich habe viel Deutsch vergessen. I keep handing people the wrong amount of money. In two minutes I can eat, then in two hours it is time for another pill. For some reason, I like spacing my time out like this… I am crazy.
I am ready to book hostels for Prague and Budapest and have my liver stolen in Dortmund, but no one else is around. I really want to camp out in the Tarapin the night between the flight and getting kicked out of Manor house. The Tarapin is a run down classroom with barely any insulation and no toilet facilities. It would be hardcore. I feel dizzy.
Some things I saw:
+Berliner Dom
+Two girls kissing, minutes after getting off the plane (heiss! aber keine Schwule Junge)
+Hitler's parking lot, er bunker
+Unter Den Linden
+Weihnacht Markt
+New controversial Jewish monument
+Duchamp ready mades (more…)
+Cindy Sherman's later creepy artwork
+The gates of Babylon
+The wall (pink floyd was nowhere to be found)
+Starbucks in even competition with Balzac Coffee and Einsten Kaffee
+Weihnacht Markt
+Grafitti eveeeeeery where
+The bank from Run Lola Run
+Sacshenhause Concentration Camp (the first!)
+Checkpoint Charlie
+KaDeWe (CONSUME!!!)
+Saw Heather eat lots of suggestive items (brooahah)
Some things I did:
+Ate some beef on accident (damnable pasta)
+Was filled with whimsy and christmas
+Got confused by trains
+Slept
+Ate lotsa pastries
+Got confused by trains, walked in wrong direction
+Gave impetigo to the next person to use my hostel bed (hehehe)
+Bought way too many postcards (my Barbara Kruger collection is up to four, anyone feel free to help…)
I am sure there was more, but I feel funny and said I would start being productive again at 12. Maybe 12:30… hmm. I have a lot more travel plans to make, which is stressing me out. I am strained from stressors! Geology killed my mother. Well, not that many travel plans, just annoying details, like having a place to sleep and entertaining my good friend Maren for a period of six days. er.
I want my sores to heal over so I can hug Tom and suck his face. I also want Mike to let me in his room to watch bad movies.
Heather and I show the effects of too much nuts
We were encouraged to shout the slogan on top of the wall, I yelled “SHE IS A TERRORIST!”
The big tower (fernsehrturm) is run by commies! The giant opulent cathedral is run by protestants who charge admission.
*waves spooky dead people fingers*
A man walks up to a bar…
I fricken lost my tea cozy, err, hat in a terrible existential crisis. I did catch a showing of I Heart Huckabees out of it, though. A few hours in london was nice. Heather and I walked by the Harrod's window displays and I went to check out the National Portrait Gallery. I also paced in the rain while talking to my mom and sister on the phone at Trafalgar Square. I was staring at Big Ben. I love life.
how am I not myself?