Oh my God, before anything else, go HERE. Tomorrow I hope to buy a CD that I hope will ensure hatred of me for all eternity. Spoken word, pseudo hip hop, with an English accent is… something. Oh my The Streets are brilliant. I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground Lookin' […]
I had a long entry going, and then I accidentally closed the window. I think that might be a sign. fuck.
It is Friday night at 1:11am, and I am drinking tea and eating yoghurt + granola in a desperate attempt to stay awake. I have this great big idea that caffeine + late nights will = writing and productivity. All I feel is tired and syncopated. This yoghurt is a bit of a letdown… and […]
No long, dramatic, boring travellogues here. You'll have to ask to read the unpublished manuscript in a few years. What I have on offer are pictures.
I am at a certain hostel (oxford backpacker's) in a certain town (oxford) trying to make amends for certain stupid actions (my behaviour for the past 19 years). Who says there is no mystery left in the world? I would like to claim all is connected (I still think it is, despite Elvis' copy of […]
How do I always find myself in the same hostel coffee house in London wired on caffeine writing deadjournals? Oh, right, I like the familiar. Highlights: -Dreamt last night I had my own fancy office. Alex came to visit. He had a shaved head and had gone from anorexic to muscular. (cause: ponderances of very […]
^^^that is the title of a pseudo memoir by George Orwell that resonated eerily with me… in Vienna and Interlaken. Paris and London have put me on the up on up. Here's why!! Things to do in Paris: -Get moist. Repeatedly. -See a certain new independent film by a certain director… i.e. Mysterious Skin by […]
only to find no new e-mails or deadjournals, A LITTLE PIECE OF ME DIES ON THE INSIDE. yes. DIES. I walked around some giant mountains today taking pictures of a drawing of Steph (we renewed our vows+). then i climbed up a snowy hill to wade through knee deep snow in an unplowed parking lot. […]
I was hiking down the small Alpine mount I had found (Hohrungen, 733 m, do not fret, Interlaken is like 570 m) when I realized I am homesick. It is only a mild case, but it goes a long way in explaining all the dreams and nostalgia I have been having. I get ecstatic thinking […]
I've started planning Topher's EuroTrip 2010 (in order to make up for what I will not see this time around). I may or may not go to Portugal one of the last weekends in England. I walked about five miles yesterday. I walk about this much every day. On my right foot on the second […]
Vienna is amazing; way more whimsical than Prague. Now the question remains… do I skip out on Interlaken, Switzerland and opt for four days in a small town in the Czech Republic that may be amazing or do I stick with the plan and avoid having to cancel a hostel and buying a train ticket […]