something feels wrong with me. all of the sudden. can't put my finger on it, totally inefable. i think part of it is just sexual frustration, but i'm sure there is more to it than that. part of it probably has to do with returning home soon, which should be good, right? i think that i'm realizing that things are going to be different when i get back. also included would be my seeming astrangement from kris. i won't be able to see her until late august and as much as i miss her, i am seriously thinking about asking a friend if she can introduce me to someone. i hate feeling selfish and desperate, but we only dated about a month before i left and things were stressful and tense. i want to remain friends with her even if things go askew, as stereotypical and full of shit that sounds. confusing on many levels, which for the sake of brevity and to keep from repeating myself, i'll not go into. haven't updated about my trip to scotland, been lazy. later. went to a kroeller-mueller, a big natinoal park in the netherlands. it was great. beautiful weather, incredibly scenic, a nice are museum in the middle of a forest, and we got to ride bicycles around. going to see bruges tomorrow and then angels of light in brussels at night. anyway, here is a story. think i'll be extroverted and post it in sillyness while i'm at it.
once upon a time, a long time ago, in a land far away, (actually, it wasn't a long time ago, it was about 3 weeks ago really, but it sounds better when you start a story like that. and by 'a land far away' i mean hoboken new jersey) there was a gal named pogogo. many people avoided her because she had a throbbing red growth the size of a basket ball on the top of her head. she in turn avoided many people because they only stared at her growth when interacting with her. she bought her food from automat grocery stores and lived in a tree house.
one day, pogogo woke up and her tumor was missing!!! GASP! SHOCK! KABLOOWY!!! she searched everywhere in here tree house, thinking that maybe it was some kind of weird creature that was incubating in her head and had hatched and crawled away. but near her door, she found a half eaten croissant. she looked out side and found another one further away. she stopped and thought to herself "oh jesus christ, how unoriginal is this? let me guess, i follow the half eaten croissants until i find who stole my tumor, right?" the writer told her to shut up and go along with it or he would make her eat dog poopy at the end of the story. so she follewed them and sure enough, they ended up leading her to the crazy french chef.
she yelled out "hey you, you guy, you. what are you doing with my tumor?"
the crazy french chef replied " i am using it to make my famous pickle glazed mince meat popsicles, fool." so she chased him.
they ran out the door and away into the woods. he was really fast because of his silly french rocket shoes, but she was still able to keep him in sight. then, just as he entered the field at the edge of the woods, yeah, that's right folks, ZOMBIE NINJA'S ATTACKED HIM!!! after beating him senseless, they ran off over the hills on their purple mopeds. pogogo asked the chef where they went to.
"you will never be able to get them. they live in a fortress on the other side of the ketsup river."
" hey, don't you tell me what i can't do," she told him, " i've watched every episode of mc gyver."
so she followed the moped tracks to the ketsup river. it was as wide as two quiditch fields ("huh? what the hell is quiditch?" she asked. 'just really wide, okay?' the write told her). there was no way that she would be able to get across the river by swimming, or any other means that she could think of. then, a martian spaghetti otter swam up to the edge of the river. "hey, you need help getting across? we'll build a bridge for you if you give us your shoes."
she looked down at her $3 generic payless shoes. "eh, okay." she gave them to them and waited while they built the dam. when they were done she walked accross the the zombie ninja fortress. the wall were only a foot high and made out of cheap romance novels, but there were guards every three feet and she knew she had to get them away from the fort. she went back across the river and made a giant balloon scuplture in the shape of a turtle, knowing that the zombie ninja's couldn't resist. as soon as they rode across on their mopeds, she ran past them and walked right into the fortress. in the middle, on a large fluffy pink pillow, was her tumor. just as she was about to grab it, a golem that looked just like ronald reagan flew down from the sky and grabbed it. just as he started to fly up, she grabbed him by his ankle. he flew to the top of the lowest mountain and landed.
"hey, gimme back my tumor, yo!" she yelled at him. just then, the giant cardboard hand of god came down and touched the tumor with its index finger. the tumor shivered and glowed with light and those little sparkly things that they put in bottles of goldschlagger. then, who should pop out of the tumor but the king of rap himself, vanilla ice. as he readjusted his sunglasses and baggy parachute pants, the cock rock group poison suddenly materialized and he started singing 'every rose has its thorn' with them. then everyone showed up and there was a huge dance party and everyone was happy. except for pogogo, who wished she just would have stayed home, ate ice cream, and re-enacted famous world war 1 battles with dixi cups and rubber bands.
the end.
once upon a time, a long time ago, in a land far away, (actually, it wasn't a long time ago, it was about 3 weeks ago really, but it sounds better when you start a story like that. and by 'a land far away' i mean hoboken new jersey) there was a gal named pogogo. many people avoided her because she had a throbbing red growth the size of a basket ball on the top of her head. she in turn avoided many people because they only stared at her growth when interacting with her. she bought her food from automat grocery stores and lived in a tree house.
one day, pogogo woke up and her tumor was missing!!! GASP! SHOCK! KABLOOWY!!! she searched everywhere in here tree house, thinking that maybe it was some kind of weird creature that was incubating in her head and had hatched and crawled away. but near her door, she found a half eaten croissant. she looked out side and found another one further away. she stopped and thought to herself "oh jesus christ, how unoriginal is this? let me guess, i follow the half eaten croissants until i find who stole my tumor, right?" the writer told her to shut up and go along with it or he would make her eat dog poopy at the end of the story. so she follewed them and sure enough, they ended up leading her to the crazy french chef.
she yelled out "hey you, you guy, you. what are you doing with my tumor?"
the crazy french chef replied " i am using it to make my famous pickle glazed mince meat popsicles, fool." so she chased him.
they ran out the door and away into the woods. he was really fast because of his silly french rocket shoes, but she was still able to keep him in sight. then, just as he entered the field at the edge of the woods, yeah, that's right folks, ZOMBIE NINJA'S ATTACKED HIM!!! after beating him senseless, they ran off over the hills on their purple mopeds. pogogo asked the chef where they went to.
"you will never be able to get them. they live in a fortress on the other side of the ketsup river."
" hey, don't you tell me what i can't do," she told him, " i've watched every episode of mc gyver."
so she followed the moped tracks to the ketsup river. it was as wide as two quiditch fields ("huh? what the hell is quiditch?" she asked. 'just really wide, okay?' the write told her). there was no way that she would be able to get across the river by swimming, or any other means that she could think of. then, a martian spaghetti otter swam up to the edge of the river. "hey, you need help getting across? we'll build a bridge for you if you give us your shoes."
she looked down at her $3 generic payless shoes. "eh, okay." she gave them to them and waited while they built the dam. when they were done she walked accross the the zombie ninja fortress. the wall were only a foot high and made out of cheap romance novels, but there were guards every three feet and she knew she had to get them away from the fort. she went back across the river and made a giant balloon scuplture in the shape of a turtle, knowing that the zombie ninja's couldn't resist. as soon as they rode across on their mopeds, she ran past them and walked right into the fortress. in the middle, on a large fluffy pink pillow, was her tumor. just as she was about to grab it, a golem that looked just like ronald reagan flew down from the sky and grabbed it. just as he started to fly up, she grabbed him by his ankle. he flew to the top of the lowest mountain and landed.
"hey, gimme back my tumor, yo!" she yelled at him. just then, the giant cardboard hand of god came down and touched the tumor with its index finger. the tumor shivered and glowed with light and those little sparkly things that they put in bottles of goldschlagger. then, who should pop out of the tumor but the king of rap himself, vanilla ice. as he readjusted his sunglasses and baggy parachute pants, the cock rock group poison suddenly materialized and he started singing 'every rose has its thorn' with them. then everyone showed up and there was a huge dance party and everyone was happy. except for pogogo, who wished she just would have stayed home, ate ice cream, and re-enacted famous world war 1 battles with dixi cups and rubber bands.
the end.
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Sounds like you had a bit of a mixed time in Latvia. At least you've had a holiday!