"I'm a woman, and women get raped"

My mother is slowly going insane. In highschool, I liked to think of her as playfully crazy or a tad wacky, but after living with her again I'm begining to realize that she is on the threshold to full blown insanity. Along with, "I'm a woman, and women get raped," have come a plethera of awesome quotes. The most recent of which came a couple hours ago when she was describing what to get at the grocery store. She said, "In Albert Hejm there's a bakery, that has baked goods." Now there's multiple parts of this I'd like to analyze, first of which being the fact that she fells the need to tell me the function of a bakery. Now either, A: she thinks I've never been to/heard of a bakery, or B: am a complete idiot. The other point was that I've been to this grocery store around 30times, I know there's a bakery, thanks for telling me for the 30th time. So if your mother feels the need to define things to you, might wanna start getting a tad upity.

So if on the top of your concern lists is: What is Kellen about to eat, then your in luck.

If you guessed "Cool American" chips, then your a liar, there's no way you could have known that, even if I'm a damn cool american. I never even ate Doritos till I came here, I just can't resist buying these chips that say "cool american" on them.

I start school tomorow, so I'm a tad uneasy about that. Only three hours of class, then straight to the pub, but...I dunno, man.

So I went out Friday night with the couple I met last time I was here. I met them at their place around...10:15ish. I think it was later than that. Anyway, we sat around and chated there, downing warm Heinkien, and eventually went to a club around midnight. The place was pretty empty, because apparently, nightlife in Amsterdam starts getting busy around 1:30am or 2. I bought them a couple rounds that I owed them and we were having a good time. An attractive dutch girl struck up a conversation with me and we talked till I wanted another beer. When I got back from the bar, not just she was gone, but my friends were too. I saw the girl, who had moved on to the next group of people, but my friends had left (I found out the next day they left entirly for one reason or another). After realizing they weren't there, I began the long journey home. The trams stop running around 11pm I think, and it was 1. I sat waiting for the "night bus" for 30 minutes, and you see some real characters out there at night. Once aboard, my bus seemed to deliberatly skip my stop despite my dedicated pressing of the Stop button. I ended up about five or so long block from my house. Some other girl got off the bus, and I offered to walk with her till we had seperate directions to go. She was german. I went to the pub, where I was the only person there, and talked/drank with the female bartenders till 3am.

The End...I think I might goto the pub right now actually...even if it's raining