My Strange Everyday Life
I don't any of you will disagree, my life is weird. Or perhaps I'm just weird...I dunno.
So here we are again. I'm in Amsterdam, and I'm blogging once again.
After the cancelling of my flight on the sceduled day, I was forced to wake up at 7:30 for my flight yesterday (or was it the day before yesterday...I lose track of time over here). Anyway, despite my 4 and a half hour layover in Houston, my flight when well. I actually got some sleep on the plane for a change and Metal Gear Solid for the ol' PSP kept me more than entertained.
It wasn't nearly as cold here as I expected, though it's pretty cold today.
Really didn't do much yesterday, got my hair cut. Apparently, "just alittle trim," when translated from English to Dutch means, "cut off all my god damn hair." I consulted my dictionary, it really does. The most depressing of all, my sideburns are gone, for the first time since I was like 10. Fortunatly, my hair should grow out in a week or so.
On my walk back to the house, all the while obsessing over my head, the odd started. My dad and I are cruising down the street and we happen upon a porn store. By no means an uncommon occurance in Amsterdam, and me being the person that I am immediatly let out the sentance, "Word, tits," erupt from my mouth. After a look of what could only be described as question from my dad, we happen along a daycare. I stop. Turn around. The name, "Kidz Konnection," is no more than 4ft away from easily the largest poster of bare tits I've seen in my recent years. Kid's love tits too I guess...
So here we are again. I'm in Amsterdam, and I'm blogging once again.
After the cancelling of my flight on the sceduled day, I was forced to wake up at 7:30 for my flight yesterday (or was it the day before yesterday...I lose track of time over here). Anyway, despite my 4 and a half hour layover in Houston, my flight when well. I actually got some sleep on the plane for a change and Metal Gear Solid for the ol' PSP kept me more than entertained.
It wasn't nearly as cold here as I expected, though it's pretty cold today.
Really didn't do much yesterday, got my hair cut. Apparently, "just alittle trim," when translated from English to Dutch means, "cut off all my god damn hair." I consulted my dictionary, it really does. The most depressing of all, my sideburns are gone, for the first time since I was like 10. Fortunatly, my hair should grow out in a week or so.
On my walk back to the house, all the while obsessing over my head, the odd started. My dad and I are cruising down the street and we happen upon a porn store. By no means an uncommon occurance in Amsterdam, and me being the person that I am immediatly let out the sentance, "Word, tits," erupt from my mouth. After a look of what could only be described as question from my dad, we happen along a daycare. I stop. Turn around. The name, "Kidz Konnection," is no more than 4ft away from easily the largest poster of bare tits I've seen in my recent years. Kid's love tits too I guess...
I found this disturbing enough to post.
The weird didnt end there. As we strolled up the alley next to the house, a kid prompted me with, "Hey man, buy me a gram of grass?" The kid mighta been 14. Had my dad not been there I probably would have said no a tad more colorfully, however he was. A giggle follow by, "no," had to suffice.
My mom mentions the chick and her parent, whom were hanging out with later in the break, on almost an hourly basis. Ah, whatever.
We'll see if my audience still exists, if so I might have more interesting tales to come.
posted by K E L L E N at 10:27 AM
2 Comments:
WOO! Kellen blogging is back!
Quit being a pussy and get the dutch pussy.
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