Bad News Bear

That's me alright. I got bad luck. Let me tell you about it, because I plan to forget it all tomorrow.

For starters, I lost 3 plane tickets due to insufficient documentation at the time of flight.
That's right. I didn't bring my passport.
I figured my government issued French ID was good enough.
Missed out on going to Vienna and Stockholm.
So remember...
Always have your passport.
***The good news is, I still made it to Amsterdam and Mainz, Germany.

I caught a bus back to Paris from Mainz late one Thursday night. I arrived around 6am, and caught the metro into town with this guy I'd met on the bus. We grabbed an espresso at a not so expensive cafe, then split, as he went to his sister's place and I went to the Eiffel Tour to catch the sunrise. (I know. I'm fucking weird. I'm so intrigued by the sunrise and sunset.) It was beautiful. I got some postcard like shots, which I then made into postcards, of course. Well, I got it in my head that I needed a smoke and that I'd just ask someone and get it. I asked one guy. No luck. Later, I met up with a classmate from GSU who is teaching in Paris, and we went to the Pigalle to see the Moulin Rouge, and maybe find a smoke. You know where this is going. I got fucked over 20 euros by this Arab. I called the motherfucker out on it, but I doubted myself and buckled. Most expensive piece of bark I've ever bought in my life. Hashish always comes in a bar shape also.

My phone bill was 50 big ones.

It was the first time ever in my life I didn't pay for a ticket on the bus to go to my weed man today. only 1,20euro a ticket. And of course they were checkin tickets 2 stops before mine. 40 euros fine.

I asked for a Jack Daniels on the rocks this evening at the bar (yea, I like it dirty). Pointing to the 2cl/3,00euro beverage. She brings me a glass with whiskey and a glass with ice. It doesn't look like much. I throw the whiskey on ice and sip on it slowly. Sometime later, she comes back with the bill. She'd charged me for the 4cl one. So then I sit there and argue with her for a good... 5 minutes, basically saying, "Why would I ask you for something that costs more than what I have? I never said four." So she takes the glass, goes to the bar, and comes back with it. What'd she fucking do? Pour some of it back into the Jack Daniels bottle?? I took it down, paid and left.

The day after I got home, I spilled soy sauce all over my comforter and all my sheets. I just wanted to make sushi. But I should know not to eat on my bed. I'm a bit of a pig.

Any good news, you ask?

I got paid today.
The day I got home from vacation, I'd received a letter in the mail from Stephanie. It was so lovely ^_^.
The weather was nice the first 3 days I got back. It sucked yesterday and today though...
School was easy Tuesday.
I have to wake up in 4 hours for 8 hours of school tomorrow... shit.
My back is really aching me.
The weed I just bought is KILLER!
I tried to score some tickets to The Cool Kids show in Amsterdam next week. But its on a school night. I was going to skip school to go to Amsterdam, and it would've been awesome. But my teacher called me out and said I couldn't skip. I thought I had them in the palm of my hands...
I'm going to buy a pair of Nike dunks online in the next couple days. I love the exchange rate. Didn't you hear? USA's the new Mexico! The Irish, French, British are all going over there with empty suitcases, just to do some weekend shopping cause it's DIRT CHEAP!
Well, I wont be doing any shopping. Well.... Ok, maybe only like 4 pairs of Nikes. It's like 30% off with free shipping.
I made a movie. Its pretty good. Check it out on my facebook. The quality of it on youtube sucks. I just found out today Kanye West's mother died... like 4 months ago.
I learned how to make sushi.
My vacation was awesome.
I love Amsterdam 15x's more than Paris (7x's more than Berlin, 5x's more than Granada - but Granada has much better weather...)
I guess that's it. I got a handful of books I'm planning on reading. Labyrinths, by Jorge Luis Borges. James Joyce, The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. And maybe Lord of the Rings, in French... hah. Didn't even read it in English.

Oh, and I woke up this morning to see I'd received an email from Chuck of The Cool KIds telling me he was putting me on the guest list for their show in Paris next week... Baller.

Alright, I have to force myself to sleep. I have to perform tomorrow.

bisous
Bear