I’ve found the “journal” that I wrote when I went on my 1 week trip to Europe.
Sometimes I really scare myself. Jeez…
I’ll put the rest of the days when I get back from camp. *oh yeah! Camping one week in Alentejo with some friends! Yey*

PS: Gothic rave in Sintra was great! *Ahahahahahahahahah*

-- Day 1 --

Airport: the culminate of inefficiency and total anarchy of thousands of years of flight engineering evolution; you arrive two hours earlier, spend three hours on the check-in line with that annoying Spanish kid yelling something that appears to be out of yesterdays’ Doreamon episode right to your ears, and his obese mother telling him to shut the fuck up. Even louder. Thank god for Mp3 players and volume level 38. And lemon ice cream.
And then another ridicule number of hours waiting to board. It makes you want to walk your way to Prague. A brief stop in the Netherlands wouldn’t hurt, now that you mention it. Hmmm…

On a side note, I’ve recently been putting a lot of thought on x-ray machines. On the past week I went to the hospital to make one to my shoulder, which makes a creepy noise when I move it in a certain way. Well, so does my room door and I don’t have to have it x-rayed. Damned doctors. And grumpy old nurses... damn them too.
Where was I? hm, shoulder. So, the next day I start having these kinds of shock waves every time I moved. Imagine when you have your leg numb and suddenly all the blood decides to arrive at the same time and you feel that almost-pain, which doesn’t actually hurt, but annoys you. A lot. Well, imagine that in your entire body. E-N-T-I-R-E. that’s not nice. No way Jose. So I thought: x-rays are just like electromagnetic waves, but with a different wavelength, therefore they pass through almost everything except bones. And tumors. And possibly walls and such. But I guess you don’t need a x-ray machine to see if there’s a wall… somewhere.
So I asked a friend of mine, who’s in med school , if the x-rays could in any way be harmful for the human body. She answered that the type of x-rays used in hospital x-ray machines isn’t harmful. Hm, yeah tell that to the pain that I suffered for two long and agonizing days. So why can’t you put yourself through the airport’s x-ray machine? Because your incredible fat ass would get stuck and you’d die because you couldn’t use the bathroom?
But then I concluded… maybe the “shockwaves” were due to the presents that our dearest and beautiful friend brought us from the Netherlands… nah. No way. X-rays suck. Bigtime.

Frankfurt airport! Where you see all the possible and imaginable airline companies and where they ask you for your passport and boarding cart when you buy a bag of sweets.
Dior lip-gloss at 15.50€. Sweet.

00.30 Czech Republic airport.
You know when you’ve been sad for so long, that when actually something bad happens outside your creepy imaginary world… you just don’t care. You look at yourself in a mirror wall; there you are, sitting all alone in god forsaken Prague, without your lounge and listening to some Spanish version Of the Cure’s lovesong. Now that’s sad. And in those 20 mins of this situation I just didn’t give a fuck. Then I found out that my pretty bag didn’t even leave Lisbon. That’s so something that my bag would do. It could have been put in the wrong airplane whom later would be hijacked and one month later I would see Bin Laden threatening America and wearing one of my fishnets… but nooooo! It didn’t even left Lisbon. It will be delivered between 9Am and 10Am in our hotel. Or so they say. I’m leaving for sightseeing before that. No makeup. No hair wax. Bugger. Thank god for Dior’s lip-gloss.

My hotel: trés modern. A fuckin’ huge LG flat screen. Man, this city really transpires art, even my bedroom has more art than… well, a lot of rooms I guess (and I’m not talking about the flat screen).
Ok, and I’m staying alone. Bonus. Why? Because I… *checks if there are any porn channels* hm, never mind…
I can walk naked! And… nop, that’s it. But it’s nice anyway.
50’s and 20’s where not made to stay in the same room. Fuck yeah. Sleep.
*Portugal lost*. Shit. Sleep.
OMFG! And a LG DVD/CD player! And this is the only time I brought only mp3. Shit. Sleep.


UPDATE(Sep 06) I think I lost the rest of the pages...
That serves me right for writing on separate sheets, instead of on a notebook, like normal ppl. bah