I just lost my rain of thought

..is what we kept saying all day. Nice is a very beautiful little resort town and there are still pockets of less touristy areas in existence. We spent our day at the beach lounging on the pebbles, as this beach was without any sand whatsoever except for the volleyball court, which I am sure was comprised of sand from somewhere far, far away. The pebbles were extremely painful to walk on and I wanted to cry with each step. Standing in the water and allowing the waves to splash around you, as one would at a normal beach, is like being attacked by the ocean because the water moves rocks around, which then hit you from all angles. We spent some time drawing on rocks after a while because we were afraid to go back into the ocean after all the pain that was endured. So yes, Katlyn, I did take some rocks. Anyway, more to come later. I must repack once again, as we will be on the move in the morning to Provence.

internet cafes suck!

…But I am currently in the French Riviera in Nice using free wifi from the hotel that possibly no one else knows about so shh. This hotel room is the most spacious I’ve had since this trip started, because almost every hotel has crammed in four people in the rooms so as soon as we open our suitcases, there’s little room to walk, or exist, for that matter. The funny thing is, this is the smallest bathroom I’ve had. It seriously looks like an airplane bathroom except theres a couple more feet to the right for a shower, which is a drain in the floor and a curtain surrounding it.

We left Italia but I hope to go back to it again because there were some importante things I missed in Florence and Rome. We’re gonna hangarang on one of the beaches along the coast of the Mediterranean Sea and have a lovely picnic tomorrow. Unfortunately, this beach doesn’t have sand, just rocks. :o!

Been pretty crazy here in Amsterdammizzle. I love this little biking city, but it’s pretty easy to get lost. I guess it’s been that way in every city, though. Our last night was full of strange happenings but it was a night to remember. We saw the Red Light District, which is quite a sight to see. It’s really touristy, but I still saw a couple guys go for the services. Awkwarrrd. The funniest thing was coming back to the hostel, though. Basically, this creepy Dutch guy kept staring at my current roommate’s boyfriend, Doug and mumbling something on our tram ride back to the StayOkay Hostel. Doug couldn’t really hear him so he kept asking him, “What?” The guy continued to mumble and then I saw him glance over at my roommate, Leslie. He sort of did some winking and nodding action and Doug still didn’t really understand what he was trying to say, so he gave him a thumbs up. He continued to do this for a while and I saw him staring at Leslie’s reflection or something in the window. After a while, I thought he was slowly reaching for her head, but it turned out he was reaching to press the button to request a stop, which also happened to be ours. We got so scared that we ran off the tram all the way to the door. When we got in, we ran to the elevator, which came quickly, luckily, and hurried to our room. Because there is little air in our room and the window only opens a crack, when the door opens or closes, the window moves a little. When we heard it tonight we started screaming and ran to the door, which opens inwards, so we had some trouble getting out since we were all squished against it. Doug came in to inspect our room and made sure no monsters were in there and all was gravy again. We did manage to piss off some neighbors though..some old woman next door looked so mad, but I don’t know what she’s doing here since this is a hostel and hostels aren’t usually quiet. Anywho, bed time. I’ll be in Germany this time tomorrow!

Hey friends. I spent most of the day in France. It was my first day here. It’s been really different from London. London was great since everyone spoke English and their accents made me giggle each time I heard them. Unfortunately, as cool as their accents are, they do not seem to know their ways around their own city. Either that or every single Londoner is in on some joke they’re playing on tourists, telling them the exact opposite of where they’re supposed to go and all. It really sucks to get lost in a city you don’t really know, since your crap tour guide just leaves you in random places to figure out how to get back on your own, but it’s an interesting yet annoying experience. It was okay in London, since people speak English, but in France, you’re just stuck. Luckily I have a pretty detailed map this time, but I really hope Heren and I don’t get lost as much, because we get lost pretty much everywhere we go and it makes us really unhappy despite whatever fun things we’ve done that day.

I miss my famaree and kind of want to sleep in my own bed, but it’s really only been a few days. I’m so tired and my feet are friggin sore. I’m getting quite the workout walking all over these cobblestone roads. Anyway, I’m really, really sleepy, so I’m off to bed now. It’s like 3am! Ah!

I am embarking on a journey to Europe with my (not anymore) roommate Heren tonight. I am scared, excited, happy, EXCITED, unprepared, nervous, freaking outtt, etc., etc. I’ve packed things, but I still feel unprepared and I have to go to the bank and stuff. Ackk. I’ve been to Germany before and I probably felt the same then, but I’ll be gone for a whole month this time! A whole month! And I don’t speak a word of any of the languages of the countries we are going to. That’s right, not even English! Not their English, at least. I’m going to have such a blasty listening to British accents. I probably won’t even need to go sightseeing to have fun there. We will be in Germany for a day or so, where I will attempt to speak in my broken high school German, so that’s quite exciting. I don’t know if I’ll be getting internet there, so this may be my last post until next month when I come home! See you all in a month!

I am officially cursed with electronics. My laptop has passed away and I am missing a couple months worth of photos because the last time I backed up my computer was in March. Farewell, Drew Jr. Luckily I got off my resume and movies. The pictures are important but I have a lot of them on my Flickr, so I guess that’s good. Sigh. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have bent (bended?) the truth because now my computer and I are suffering. I’m on my sister’s computer now and she’s not here in the daytime so no worries. I’ve been keeping busy anyway. Sunday I went to Heren’s grad dinner, Monday went to Old Town and Panera Bread with Wendorz and then we went to do decor child labor for Susan’s mum. haha. Today I met Dar at Boba Express by biking and then we biked to his house to Partyville and then play Diddy Kong when his dad kicked us out of the TV room (crazy new TV they have) to watch the Lakers game. Biking home was pretty tough because it’s all uphill but perhaps I will have awesome legs by the end of summer then.

CONGRATS TO EVERYONE WHO GRADUATED!! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE THE COUNTRY BECAUSE I HAVE FEW FRIENDS NEARBY AS IT IS!! I will especially miss my roomie, Heren, but we will have a ball in Europe soon enough.  To celebrate (more like mourn) the “end of an era,” as Meeshella likes to put it, we shot a really touching video, which was put together by the talented M-Dub. Please watch it over and over and over again and then spread it amongst your friends.

Only a couple hours in and out of the sun and I am now as pink as Pepto Bismol on my shoulders and a slightly lighter on my chest and back until where my strapless dress ends. I look sort of like I’m wearing pink overalls and then there’s normal skin color in the middle where my large head luckily cast a shadow, providing shade for my poor epidermis that so rarely sees light that it blushes in its presence. I sunburn really, really easily because pretty much every day of the year I am in a t-shirt and jeans and very little skin is exposed. On the few occasions that I show anything outside of my farmer’s tan, I get burned like a mofo. Not only that, but it shows up really slowly. At first I’m only a little pink and then several hours later, long after I’ve left the evil rays of the sun, I turn a ghastly shade of hot pink. It just sort of sneaks up on me. I don’t think my shoulders have ever only been a little sunburned. Go big or go home, the sun seems to feel. Lucky me, I get to have charred shoulders while abroad. How will I ever hook my British boyfriend now? No one likes crispy shoulders. Oh well, our lovely photos with the grad were worth it. Pictures soon to come! Congratulations on your graduation, Roomie!!! I’ve been waiting to say that to someone for years because it’s been a while since anyone I knew graduated.

Really though? I was only in the sun less than two hours! Goodbye o-zone layer. Remember to wear sunblock, friends! Especially if you don’t want to have leather skin when you’re older. I’ll have leather shoulders for sure. They’ll be like shoulder pads. They’re gonna come back one day and you’ll all be jealous because my shoulder pads are built-in.

Oh Hollywood, why must you always exploit good things?

Trailer for My Sassy Girl…the American version.

Sometimes life is such a mess that you don’t experience one night without dreams (mostly bad) for a few weeks but you just want everything to be easier and so in your favorite one so far, you dream of something as simple and lovely as holding hands and walking around with someone you find pleasing to be around.

And that’s when you know you’ve lost it. HA.