So what was I saying again

I started a blog earlier today, but there is something distracting about a handsome man on another tab I was interested in, and the two Polizei standing outside my window with machine guns. I couldn't tell if I was doing something mischeivious by using the convenient store internet cafe, or is they were innocently looking at the espresso machines right behind me in the store. I'll never know.

Today is one of my last days in Europe. Bittersweet, I am sure. I just spent the better part of a night trying to bus my way across town to see Whispertown 2000, a band I missed earlier this year in Austin. I made it all the way to the bar, when I realized the show had been canceled. I would have known this if I could read German, because I just happened to check the website a few hours earlier, only to see a jibberish message sprawled across the top of the homepage about tonight's show. Note to self: Know the language of the country you spend 6 weeks living in and out of, otherwise you're at your own risk for random accicents to go down.

Things are starting to get more poignant as I get ready to head back to Texas, but to be honest I stopped apoligizing for being a dumb American a long time ago and just started being an asshole. I spent way too much time explaining myself in the beginning to people who really didn't want to hear it, and I think it is still okay to find a problem with eating french fries with a fork.

So what if I can't hold a fork with my left hand? I can eat a pound of meat faster than anyone in this city, and finish a 64 ounce big gulp if I only drank soda.

Yeah, when I get back I am going to be at least a little lame and European. You really can't help it when you eat cheese at three meals everyday, and sleep with the window open. Did I mention I ride bikes in the street?

Tomorrow is my last full day in any city in Europe, and I am spending it on buses. Fuck walking and getting lost. Every time I step off of public transport, all I do is get lost and end up walking with my knife in my pocket, trying to figure out if I really have to walk another 20 blocks to find the bar I was looking for. After a while, a landmark is a landmark. All the churches start to blend together, and these goverment buildings never have a smile on the outside.

In other words, I get it.

Yes, I am an asshole.

But really I've just spent the past 6 weeks utterly distracted and ready to sleep well again. Ready to not ask if english is spoken where I am. Ready to hug someone again. Ready to not walk 10 miles alone.

MTV and CNN are the only channels I get on the TV in my room that speak english. Chris Angel is still a douche, no matter how many times you dub over his Rock N' Republic wearing ass. It's called MISDIRECTION people, and the magic happens when you're gazing into his eyeliner. God, this shit could only happen in Vegas.

So I am bored.

Sue me.

Alright, well a warm shower beckons, and so does the french cheese and salmon I left on my cool window sill. I've become really resourceful over these past few weeks.