I hate stairs
So, 6 days left
The unthinkable has happened, well actually I kinda figured it would happen. I'm sick of monster hunter, imagine that. It happened around Friday. This is really unfortunate because now I have less than nothing to do. Let me run you through my day (again):
11am- wake up, eat something
1130am-1330: sit in front of the computer (check facebook, blog, gamefaqs forums, and ioncross forums). continue to milk it for as long as possible
1400-back to sleep or lunch
1700-wake up, computer again for as long as I can
1830-dinner, going out or staying home
2030-completion of dinner, computer, surf tv for something in english
2230-watch a movie or two, or a couple episodes of 24 (bringing home first season)
2am-sleep again
I've been on this cycle, or something simular to it for about a week. Somedays I do something, most I wont. I'm just killing time till I can come back to the States. I'll probably hate myself for doing this when I get older...but fuck it.
I managed to break my face yesterday. First, however, let me preface this story with:
"A History of Kellen and Stairs."
As a young boy growing up in Kingwood (a houston suburb), I was used to the concept of multiple floored houses. However, at about the age of 11 (6th grade i think) my parents moved me into a One-story home in Baton Rouge, for the housing costs their are more expensive. Ever since, I've lived in a one-story. Flash forward eight or nine years, I live on a first floor apartment. Regardless of my inexperience (I have about as much experience as Joel with sushi or Chase with the Arabic language) with stairs, I, like the 6 year old that I am, insist on bolting up them when forced to climb them. This generally concludes with some sort of injury to me. Watch me at the Student Center. I'd say about once every week or so I eat it on the stairs. The stairs here in Amsterdam are not for novice stair climbers, such as myself. These sons of bitchs are a polished concrete (making them super slippery even when dry) and are approximatly 6in wide. Bottom line: I fucking hate stairs.
So back to the face breaking (i typed "breasting" there first...). My mom alerted me that the "furniture guy" was coming over to pick something up and that he'd need my help loading into the van. I didnt feel the best, so I ignored her and took a nap. About an hour later I woke up to my mom yelling at me to get up and, of course, put some pants on. I stumbled upstairs and was briefed by my mother as to exactly what I was lifting. It was the "map table." By no means is this a light object. So me and the "guy" lift this son of a bitch, not terribly heavy, but by no means light. I'm the one that gets the honor of walking backwards...and then we got to the stairs. Fucking stairs. I start my decent. My mom tells me "Be careful, those things are slippery." In my mind I'm blowing her off thinking, "Jesus, I can walk down fucking stairs..." and just as that thought leaves my mind, I caught the edge of a step. The damn table catches me in the eye and drags all the way down my arm (and leaving a nice little gash), but I manage to keep it from falling too much. Table was fine, which was all anyone really cared about. My eye, or atleast the lower lid got cut, somehow. Not sure how a table can cut, but it did quite a good job. It looked like I was crying blood, which scared alot of the Dutch passer-bys. Imagine an American repeatedly saying, "Damnit" while having Virgin Mary crying tears stigmata. I bled all over the damn sidewalk, but managed to finish loading the van...while bleeding on it.
I guess the moral of the story is: fuck stairs.
I finally caught up to myself in 24, which means I'm halfway through the first season. Since I have several nights left here, I plan on concluding it and the 2nd season before I come home. My parents are letting me keep the 1st season and'll give me the 2nd (they have up to the fourth) when I come back in the winter. More to put on the Big Black Bookcase.
I again got denied by blogspot upon trying to upload an image, and I dont feel like restarting. So fuck it.
The unthinkable has happened, well actually I kinda figured it would happen. I'm sick of monster hunter, imagine that. It happened around Friday. This is really unfortunate because now I have less than nothing to do. Let me run you through my day (again):
11am- wake up, eat something
1130am-1330: sit in front of the computer (check facebook, blog, gamefaqs forums, and ioncross forums). continue to milk it for as long as possible
1400-back to sleep or lunch
1700-wake up, computer again for as long as I can
1830-dinner, going out or staying home
2030-completion of dinner, computer, surf tv for something in english
2230-watch a movie or two, or a couple episodes of 24 (bringing home first season)
2am-sleep again
I've been on this cycle, or something simular to it for about a week. Somedays I do something, most I wont. I'm just killing time till I can come back to the States. I'll probably hate myself for doing this when I get older...but fuck it.
I managed to break my face yesterday. First, however, let me preface this story with:
"A History of Kellen and Stairs."
As a young boy growing up in Kingwood (a houston suburb), I was used to the concept of multiple floored houses. However, at about the age of 11 (6th grade i think) my parents moved me into a One-story home in Baton Rouge, for the housing costs their are more expensive. Ever since, I've lived in a one-story. Flash forward eight or nine years, I live on a first floor apartment. Regardless of my inexperience (I have about as much experience as Joel with sushi or Chase with the Arabic language) with stairs, I, like the 6 year old that I am, insist on bolting up them when forced to climb them. This generally concludes with some sort of injury to me. Watch me at the Student Center. I'd say about once every week or so I eat it on the stairs. The stairs here in Amsterdam are not for novice stair climbers, such as myself. These sons of bitchs are a polished concrete (making them super slippery even when dry) and are approximatly 6in wide. Bottom line: I fucking hate stairs.
So back to the face breaking (i typed "breasting" there first...). My mom alerted me that the "furniture guy" was coming over to pick something up and that he'd need my help loading into the van. I didnt feel the best, so I ignored her and took a nap. About an hour later I woke up to my mom yelling at me to get up and, of course, put some pants on. I stumbled upstairs and was briefed by my mother as to exactly what I was lifting. It was the "map table." By no means is this a light object. So me and the "guy" lift this son of a bitch, not terribly heavy, but by no means light. I'm the one that gets the honor of walking backwards...and then we got to the stairs. Fucking stairs. I start my decent. My mom tells me "Be careful, those things are slippery." In my mind I'm blowing her off thinking, "Jesus, I can walk down fucking stairs..." and just as that thought leaves my mind, I caught the edge of a step. The damn table catches me in the eye and drags all the way down my arm (and leaving a nice little gash), but I manage to keep it from falling too much. Table was fine, which was all anyone really cared about. My eye, or atleast the lower lid got cut, somehow. Not sure how a table can cut, but it did quite a good job. It looked like I was crying blood, which scared alot of the Dutch passer-bys. Imagine an American repeatedly saying, "Damnit" while having Virgin Mary crying tears stigmata. I bled all over the damn sidewalk, but managed to finish loading the van...while bleeding on it.
I guess the moral of the story is: fuck stairs.
I finally caught up to myself in 24, which means I'm halfway through the first season. Since I have several nights left here, I plan on concluding it and the 2nd season before I come home. My parents are letting me keep the 1st season and'll give me the 2nd (they have up to the fourth) when I come back in the winter. More to put on the Big Black Bookcase.
I again got denied by blogspot upon trying to upload an image, and I dont feel like restarting. So fuck it.
posted by K E L L E N at 2:08 PM
2 Comments:
so stairs, huh? why don't you go take more pictures of all that really cool stuff. you should be roaming the streets doing crazy kellen stuff! like me, right now, i'm in a hotel room in dallas reading your blog. i guess i'm not much different. i should be doing something too. well, we can't wait to see you...you'll have to continue the blog though. those are the conditions
Indeed, we've held a meeting, and all agreed that you won't be allowed back in the states if you don't promise on all that is holy (or koog's chest hair , whichever is funnier) that you'll continue the blogging.
Oh, and fuck stairs.
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