Everything I find attractive is so fucking painful.

… I’m working on my ear gages and I just put in the 6mm’s from the 4… I couldn’t get it all the way in, but I think my “4mm” plugs were actually smaller than 4mm… either that or these are much bigger…like, they look like my friends 8mms… anyways… I got ‘em about half way in and it feels like the devil is fucking the holes in my earlobes right now.
I’ve found a quote that pretty much sums up my feelings:
I feel like hopping on a flight back to my hometown tonight, but something stops me every time: The DJ plays my song and I feel alright.
I know it’s 7am…
…on a monday…
… but I really want to go dancing.
On the plus side, I’ll be in Amsterdam in a couple hours. whur.da.party.ne’er.stops.
I fucking love the Netherlands. This is my third trip :)
“Now, why don’t you take yo’ Calista Gingrich hairdue and yo’ racist mind back to the past - or the south - where they belong”
So excited for this show!
So I hang out with all the other international kids, of course. And while we all speak decent German, most people speak better English, so we tend to go back and forth between the languages — which is fine by me. I’m pretty good at English, and I’m here to study German.
Well the other day I was hanging out with an Italian guy, and we were speaking English, and he said “ya’ll” in a sentence… Also, the French girls use “howdy” a lot.
I’m so proud.
And it’s weird. Because I don’t even really like America.
I think i just miss the people I know and love, and the familiarity of things. I mean, everything here is really different; not better or worse, just different. But I still don’t want to go back to America, I just miss it. Like I wouldn’t mind maybe going back for a week (We’re on holiday here in Germany and a lot of the europeans did go back to their home country for a week — an absolute non-option for me), but I’d still rather be here, because I feel a lot freer here. But, dear lord do I miss eating Taco Bell and drinking a *real* margarita (in europe they make them with lemons?), while sitting on the beach with the 95 degree sun overhead and the waves lapping in the background. Or doing the same thing at the lake. Just, hot sun + warm water + taco bell + tequila + lime = James’ recipe for happiness.
So I put some [German] beer in the freezer two days ago so that it could get cold while we drank tequila… but then we forgot about it.
I took it out just now… and it’s still liquid. o.O.
#Deutschland>USA
he, ich habe dich nur getroffen
und diese ist verrückt
aber ist hier meine nummer
so ruf du mich an, vielleicht.
google translate. dare you.
(Source: dannink)