alstublift

my first post fromthe fatherland. tonight i shall go to another bar, goto bed early and leave for utrecht for the day. last night showed a brisk walk through beatiful red light amsterdam and tonight a posting from the bulldog leidseplein-a coffeeshop. churches by day, bars by night. this afternoon-stedelijk. yestarday-van gogh and rijks. Monday I leavefor brugges.

tot ziens

the preparations never end

today I picked up my commencement tickets as well as my cap and gown. already, calvin inquiring of my future plans in order to hit me up for money at a later date. I'm busy moving and if peter is a good pal he will volunteer the use of his truck so this can go much smoother. Tonight is dart/pool night. It will be good to get away from my incessant planning.

last day of classes

I'm running out of food at an alarming rate. This morning I had vanilla silk over my staple cinnammon life cereal. Silk is actually pretty good over a sweetened cereal. I just bought wilco/my morning jacket tickets for june. I got them in the first two minutes of the internet presale and I'm seated half-way back in the pavilion. I'm suspicious. Today is my last day of classes. I'm actually trying not to linger on that too much, despite listening to Carole King's "tapestry" right now. I'm such a pussy; or little bitch, whichever you prefer. It's pouring rain. I believe spring arts fest is today, but certainly not outside today if at all. Tonight after work I will celebrate another semester of classes at the bar. Then, I'm off to the books.

the daylight, it's much too bright!

today I hand in almost 30 pages of written text. My days of being confined to my attic-style bedroom are over for a while. Last night I got done with my paper an hour and a half early and I took a slight journey to mulligans with peter and nick. A good time was had by all. Tonight I think I'm going to the opening of tulip time. It will be so wholesome I'm not sure I can take it. Perhaps I should counter-balance the event with less life-affirming activities. hmmm.

canadian propaganda

Canadian television has programmed me to think the way I do. It is all making sense now. and I thought nickelodeon was a large scale creative operation, appearantly they just bought the rights to many canadian childrens shows. are the missing pieces returning to your fully-conscious state?