(mind the crap)
think globally, act locally
hello everybody. this is a temporary solution to a perminent problem... and i can't spell... but this is it for now so enjoy... or don't
i just added three more people's pages... i'll tell you about them later... "no time for love docter jones"
hello everybody, i've switched around my page a little bit so that i can fit more useless text on here (down below this). so please forgive me for the empty space... i'm too lazy to rewrite past entries and fit them into the empty space, and it won't let me copy and paste so bullocks to that.
you may or may not have noticed all the frickin' links to the left... i have just added Andreas' newly created website to this list. Andreas' is my flatmate... he's a cool guy and oh so dreamy... but incase you are unfamiliar with some of these people let me give you a sense of who they are...
ryan grotte: goes to uw-madison... one mad mofo
with an afro
151..blog: john h, ryan g, brian h, louis, evan... all
people that go to uw-mad town
steve pease: he's the dog's bullocks... a cool
american that lives four houses away
from me
ruth smith: one grovey chick that i don't really
know as well as i'd like to but has a quite
a way with words as you may notice if
you check out her site... also an
american here at saint mary's college
andreas transo: my flatmate, cool guy thats into
traditional celtic music (gaelic-cockney
if you as me :) and can play a mean tin
whistle... american from wisconsin
bill brown: an american from the boston area who
has been on this study abroad program
for over a year now... also cool
Cities made of ashes... (demographics)
Online Eating (coming soon)
The night we ate pizza (mon, oct. 28, 2002)
Archives:
October [16-31, 2000]
Nov [2-4] [5-present]
151 e gilman st "the blog"
steve pease "if it's not scottish, its crap"
ruth smith "meanwhile, in london"
andreas transo (my flat mate)
anne rasmussen
erin tuttle
greg sostaric
bill brown (photos)
sir winston osp (not updated)
follow me around (radiohead)
geography.about.com
global issues.org (envir issues)
- the tax here is 17.5%
- £1 = $1.6 (aproximately)
woke up at noon, ate, played guitar from 1 to 3:30, ate again, watched tv and worked on postcards, went to twickenham via bus, ran for five minutes to catch dinner in the ref before they closed at 6:30, came to the comp lab, am going to basketball practice soon... can't write complete... sentences.
oh yea, last nights comments may have been harsh but i needed it get it out... or something like that...
late sat, nov 02, 2002
another night at the student union bar. the good news is that i didn't drink, the bad news is that krista is a fucking cunt because she couldn't leave me the fuck alone. i don't have a problem with her happy go lucky attitude but she can be a little too much with her joking around at times. not everybody can be happy all the time like she is or seems to be, infact i don't think i've been happy once in the last two weeks. she kept jabbing at my face tonight like it was some sort of play toy. i said to her "...i'm just asking for one thing tonight and that is don't touch my face" but she continued on. am i that much of a freak that i can be poked at and not be recognised as not having feelings of some sort? i don't like being taken a piss at all the time because thats what i've been getting my whole fucking life. it's like people don't ever want to take me seriously. they don't let me have a voice. fine. i thought that i could maybe excape that by coming here to london but i guess not. i mean that wasn't the only reason why i came here, but it was just wishful thinking. but then again, look who's taking a piss at me... an american. maybe i'm just better off by myself..
saturday, nov 02, 2002
let me update everybody with a page from my sober log... (if you can remember from my last entry i told you i was going to stop drinking for a while):
DAY ONE: 31/10/02 -1st sober night!!!!
DAY TWO: 1/11/02 -i didn't quite make it
DAY THREE: 2/11/02 -if you read the
previous entry (day two) you'd know
i didn't make it past 48 hours before
hitting the pig's ear again...
so my hold out wasn't so successful, but just so you know, i drank in moderation last night and was careful enough not to get out of control and go mad. i drank labott blue last night which makes me think... i came to england to drink canadian beer?
anyway... i took a trip out to stonehenge today. it was pretty niffty but only slightly more exciting then mt. rushmore. all you could do was walk around stonehenge and come no closer than 30 ft to the pile of rocks. i wouldn't say that it was a waste of my £3.30p, but i shouldn't have spent as much time walking around it as i did. we (the nuggets, big steve, ts2 -a.k.a. "tounge slut steve"-, becca, and i) then went out to... avon? where we saw some more rocks in a circular pattern, but was bigger in area, cooler, free, and we could touch the stones... and kick sheep (but thats another story...jk). so i 'checked out' the stones and got drenched in the pooring rain. then i went into the red lion pub in town, which is the most haunted pub in england, and saw a bunch of dodgey mad people beat their drums and sing in celebration of the dead. so i got some crisps and it was back to the bus for me.
