The sad truth

So I guess it has become that my blog has become less of that, and more of a weekly update. Less fun, laughing, things, and more about my life.



It's sad when the closest I feel to home is when I watch a show about prison in the states.

So it's Saturday night, there are two parties I can hear from my backdoor step. I'm down to my last beers, it's a sad moment. Another sad moment, today was a very illfooted day for me. Might not seem like much to y'all, but it scares me. I've hardly drank at all today, though consuming around 10ish drinks, I havent been drunk, but perhaps I'm feeling longer term affects of booze. To be continued...

Here we go. I've made a couple friends. One is a dutch kid from Belgium...go figure. He is an alright guy, smokes alittle more than I'd like (herb). These dutch kids love stealing, especially bikes. I'm not so down for stealing, you know, cept from frats =P. A girl in my class and I have become friends. She is from Uruguay(*). We became friends along with the dutch guy. She's married and her husband, I've also become friends with.

School nights have become my favorite days of the week, not because of school, but because I see my couple friends. We have gotten to the point where we have started hanging out some outside of school. Nearly every night after class we goto a pub. It's a good walk, cause in Amsterdam Noord pubs are fewer and far between. So, we goto this dutch pub. I say dutch because it's alot of older...alot older butch people that frequent it. You could take any of our ages (19-24) and add them together, and undoubtfully not get anyone in there. The most recent night, Tuesday, we had the great pleasure of watching these 50+ year old dutch people grinding on each other in front of the dart boards...I wont go into great detail, but know it was memorable. This place plays the best music in the world. On any given night we'll hear MC Hammer, Vannila Ice, 50 Cent, and more. They dont just play it, they play it loud, like we're a bunch of criminals and they're trying to supress our horrible actions. I can't hear what the person is talking about unless they YELL it at me. It's cute for awhile and gets real old, but it's our only option. Anyway, the four of us (Erik (dutch kid 19), Sophie (S. American girl 22), her husband Mauro (also from Uruguay) play Fooshball and had a blast.

That night was fairly normal for school night. We hang for a couple hours and beat the night bus home (trams and normal buses stop at 12:30am and differnt buses start that have differnt paths and normal passes like strippen cards dont work on). After that long winded parantheis, Wednsday came along. (I've now moved on from American prisons to the first Chinese Emporer on TV) Erik called me around 8pm telling me he was in Amsterdam. To explain, Amsterdam Noord (where he stays on weekdays) takes alittle hassle to get to the Centruum. So I met him at the very touristy area, the Dam, and decided to show him the Red Light District. Though he is Dutch, he isn't an Amsterdamer, so I know more about this town than him...crazy. After wandering around for an hour or so, coining whores with names like I normally would (ones I called Scandalous Jane, wearing nothing but a couple black straps and some mats of cloth...what I normal would call Ms. Strapkins). We headed back to the Dam, going to a "punk" bar. It was nothing special except the fact that I saw Kurt Cobain there. I have no doubt now that he lives, much like Elvis. He was around mid to late 30's and had a mustache. He also nearly broke the pinball machine in his anger. I'm convienced. So we hung out, smoke three J's and went home...that was alot of herb.

Thurday came. I'd been looking forward to this night since Mauro and Sophie invited us over. (I'm on my last beer now...q_q). I went over armed only with a fifth of bourbon, a liter of water, and liter of coke. It took me about an hour and fifteen minutes to get there. As soon as I got there I immediatly made myself a drink and Mauro showed Erik the beauties of Resident Evil 4 on the Wii. Overcome with joy Mauro and I talked extensivily about it. He asked for me to make him a bourbon and water was well. I obliged. Now Mauro is like my Joel substitute. He was into theater back home and has many crazy stories about it, much like the Rogue. But where Joel's stories consist of peer pressure from Bruce Cambell, Mauro was invited to orgies on a biweekly basis. Differnt strokes. Erik rolled one and we smoked it...of course. The day flew by and Mauro and myself started talking, drinking, and realizing we played the same exact games. He's a huge fan of Final Fanstay, the anime he likes is the same, his "want to play" list is the exact same, and to kick it all...the games he wants most to play on PS2 are the Ace Combat games. All my friends know that is the deal sealer... So we bonded. So class drew closer and Mauro and I went drink for drink having a blast. As we were trading off murdering the other in Mario Kart, I get a call. Class cancelled. Couldnt have been better. He's an audio worker, going to the same school, so he called in. So there went the bourbon...then the 12 beers we had. Erik went home, not wanting to take the night bus, so Mauro and I asked his wife if I could stay,she obliged. We went back, and cleaned off two bottles of sake, doing the same, chatting it up. I turned him onto Monster Hunter, so now I have a companion. I just hope Sophie doesn't feel left out now that her husband and I have bonded. There are some videos they took. The first being my discussion about how I dont feel comfortable doing the very European kiss-on-the-cheek goodbye like Erik can, the other on the porch smoking a J, talking about movie inspiration...

So here we are. No images again cause Samsung is still working on my camera. They'll come. But I miss you guys, and today, I'm missing Greg the most. I was thinking about all the great times we had...and if you read it man, I miss you. Now I miss all of y'all, I just go through phases. I missed the Kug when I first got here, Chase when I wanted to talk about games, Erin when I needed a haircut, Joel when I need to feel like a kid...etc. Anyway, I hope all y'all still read, and I LIVE to hear from y'all, either via comments or facebook. Because without confirmation I feel worthless writing these. So please drop me a line...I NEED TO HEAR FROM MY FRIENDS. and if none of y'all have let Joel hear Mofro yet please send him some or just goto itunes and listen to some. He'll love it