No Cars Go

Man, my beer has been in the fridge for two hours and it still isnt cold...but there's only one left...they sell 16ozers here, and they are tasty.

One of the things I pride myself on is my titles. I don't usually have ideas to write a blog as a whole, but then a title comes along and the ideas fly in. Now joel (my dire rival in blog city) has exponentially better writing, but my titles...they bring my readers...all 4 of them. hahaha

I went out sunday cause I wanted some Burger King. So I rode the tram over to Leidsaplein, a very touristy area, but there's a Burger King. I proceeded to eat to worst chicken Tender Crisp in the history of the King. I'm suprised I didn't see him behind the counter hide with a knife, giving me the finger over the mouth "shoosh", then proceeding to murder everyone that had anything to do with my lunch. I got a call that broke up the future diaehrea (*) that was my lunch, telling me to pick her up beer, since I drained her last two the night before. So after my lunch that later would revisit in a most unpleasent manner, I headed to one of the few grocery stores open on Sunday. It's on Sarphatistraat...which is close...ish but a sizeable walk. Beer acquired and I began the hike home. It became immediatly obvious to me that there were hardly any cars on the road...but it was Sunday, go I gave it little thought. Then I came to a major intersection...I saw the apocalypse... Roughly a thousand (no shit maybe more) rollerbladers were following a van with giant speakers mounted to it down the street. I couldnt help but watch...for about a minute and a half, and I walked off...and there were still people rounding the corner, as strong a current as ever. Frightend of ass rape, I escaped, safe. My dad later explained to me that it was no car day in Amsterdam. Explained alittle...but not they gay orgy rollerbladers...

I got my haircut today, which is one of the three times Erin hasn't cut it in two years. It's not bad though...I just had to pay... I felt like sex afterwards and struted the entire way home from Heinkenplein (no shit, name of the straat). I treated myself to a 6 pack of 16oz Grosch, which is more than I can hope to drink without getting bitched at by my dad (the words alcholic and problem come up many times). I came home and continued my vain attempt to make it through FFXII, but I can feel it isn't gonna happen. Then proceed to takemy dog for a walk with a beer in hand, I really love that.

So y'all have been imageless for along time, so I figured I'd give yall alittle more.

First, these are my parents, this picture makes me laugh my ass off, my dad is so pissed for some reason.

Hahaha, I love it. Now for a Kellen few of y'all know, and since I'm nearly positive she doesn't read my blog, it's prom picture time. Now I may have told some of you how I dressed for prom (nothing crazy, but short of 'prom dress appropriate'), but alot of you don't. I didn't rent a tux, I didnt wear a tie, I went to express and bought a shirt and a belt...I borrowed the jacket from my friend. Now here you are, without further build up, here's a prom image (not a group shot, it was too small to see) a great and what I like to think is "classic Kellen" image.
That's all you get, you'll have to beg for more, but anyway, I'm done. Since Kug doesn't read this, he is gay and love the warm embrace of a man.