Motown's Greatest Hits

So it's been alittle while. I'm sure y'all miss it, like the Kug misses a bacon sandwich, but I can say that because he doesn't read my blog. That hurts my feelings by the way.

I just came home from my neighborhood pub, and I didn't have enough money to get me drunk. Unfortunatly, I drink alot and my tolerance has shot through the roof. I drink alot these days; to pass the time. Anyway, tonight I went to the pub, and much to my shagrin (firefox would tell me if I spelt that wrong, fucking MS Internet Explorer), no bartenders I knew were there. My pub has a ridiculous turnaround rate, so now only one, maybe two girls there give me free drinks for being a regular. My favorite girl, Wyonda, got ill and left. That upsets me for multiple reasons. To preface all this, I have a moral quandry with flirting with bartenders. I feel that drunk assholes hit on them all night and that I'm doing them a curtiosy (my english has gotten so much worse) by not hitting on them. However, I had a slight feeling that this girl mighta dug me, and I missed the boat. All my new friends here (all 3 of them) think I missed a chance to get back in the game; I'm skeptical.

Any given night I sit there, by myself, at the bar, drinking alone, looking pitiful. I go two maybe three times a week. By possibly the favorite music in the pub is Motown. I actually really enjoy listening to Marvin Gaye ("I Heard Through the Grapevine and What's Going On are the two favorites of the pub's playlist), It really puts me in a good disposition. So no free beers, what I've come to expect, for the past two visits and I'm on the verge of rioting.

This pub (Bloemers is it's name btw) is not to be confused with the after class bar my friends and I frequent. Everynight, after class, we goto the pub (whic remains nameless) and have a couple beers. Amstel (beer) unfortunatly, which is sweet and pales in comparison to Grosch, my drink of choice. This bar, however, has the craziest people there. It's in Amsterdam Noord, which is where alot of blue coller people live. Were so much younger than anyone there. We usually play fooschball, talk about class, and Mauro and I will chat games a bit. I think I've told y'all this before, so I wont delve any further in.

In other trivial news, my mother's cat has abandoned her and stay with me 80% of the time I'm at home. I've got pussy in my bed once again, and my feet are warm. I win.

I have indeed met some people, as you might have seen on facebook. If not, here are my two closest friends.

I apparently look gay in 90% of my pictures, which is unsatisfactory for me. So they're married. I knew the wife first, she's in my class. Her name is Sophie and his is Mauro. Mauro and I set a night (well he sets a night, I don't do shit so my schedule is wide open) a week and we game, mainly Monster Hunter. They are from Uruguay and their English is better than mine, actually, almost everyone's English is better than mine. Wanna talk about sad realizations? I'm going over there tomorow, probably. She cooks dinner for me everytime I come over, it rocks. I really enjoy them. I also have another friend, whose Dutch, but he's only in town from Tuesday to Thursday, then he's in Belguim. It's enjoyable to call him Belgin, but he hates it, but he also hates the Dutch, Americans, and well, everyone. By the way, everyone I've met here thinks September 11th was a government scheme. Yeah...so that's a fun thing... I don't like talking about that part of people here, but twice I've had people come up to me in class and ask me about it. I'm also the only American in my class, which makes me feel token as shit. It's like me vs. Europe when politics come up in class. I don't participate, but the entire class turns and looks and me, eager for responce. Thanks America (which I've now learned is offensive because S.American's don't wanna be grouped with the US...). So yea, you know how I love politics.

November will be "Scrubs Blog Title Month." I do my best to channel Zach Braff and inner monologue. So there's something to look forward to.

It's pretty lonely here, my stuff still isn't here and I'm dieing to watch a movie. I still haven't gotten my immigration sorted out and soon I'll have to file as an alien, which I think is badass.