I really hate that girl

This blog has really sucked and its because I have not been personal enough, so im gonna do my best to fix that as I sit in this hostel in Berlin... they love jews here!

So i belive i left off when we first arrived in amsterdam where I was reunited with my one true love, anyone who knows me a little should know that her name begins with an M and she is a frequent visitor to narnia and the side-garage at the pi house. Well anyway in the train station to amsterdam I got to see first-hand racial profiling i know i know verty exciting. My very persian friend was the only one whos bags and passport were checked upon boarding the train, and as soon as the not-so-friendly french security personal saw that he was with two white people all the sudden there was no problem.

Any who when we arrived in amsterdam we located our hostel and located the nearest coffee shop and it was there I saw her my one true love I shared her with my friends then we moved on to the next coffee shop and the next coffee shop all enjoying my love... all of our loves. Day 2 in Amsterdam was a little more interesting we visited the Anne Frank house where she hid during the Nazi occupation of Amsterdam. That night we met three canadians and an american from utah who were all drinking and smoking together. one of the claimed to be the cousin of the bassist of system of a down and after we took a shot of absinth together, (which by the way they light on fire before they serve it to you) we embarked on a crazy night and when it became clear that my canidian drinking partner had plenty to drink I encouraged him to drink more and more and more until he really did not know where he was anymore. Oh and I forgot to mention the two girls who were with him were promptly swooped on by yours truly and my brother, Im sure we gave him a great impression of the united states. All I can say about night 3 in Amsterdam is that Austrians (not Australians) rule.

THe train to berlin was rather interesting because well we missed it and caught the next train where we were introduced to well lets just call her dumb indie bitch or dib for short. You see at first I was rather enchanted with dib...
im out of time finish the rest later

Reunited with my true love

In amsterdam! sorry I havent updated this in a while but the keyboards in paris were a pain in the ass to use, so im gonna break down this entry into what i remeber of paris and my first two days in amsterdam

Paris Night 1- We arrived around 9-9:30 pm pacific standard time and we basically dropped off our bags and started the party. After we tossed a few back a greek man by the name of max began telling us how were all equal and he loves us, he then bought me and my two companions a drink, then he ended up in a fight with another man who came to talk to us about god, from what I could gather the greek guy didint belive in god and was telling the god guy that he only sees what he belives....

Paris Day 2- day 2 was pretty unexciting during the *gay(ment to say day.... this shit is to good), We went and saw some churches found out the louve was closed for the day and ate at a cafe that cost me pratically half my college savings, however the night proved a bit more exciting. After returning from the jim morrison grave site I went out around the town. When i returned to my room I was standing on the balconi talking to my brother when water literally poured on me from above, I looked up to see if anyone was there and we thought it was the room above us. So we threw a McDonalds hamburger back into the room. Then two very fine looking british ladies come outside and inform us that it in fact was not them, but the people on the roof. We invited them down stairs and they where about to join us until my brother said "wow what fags". The British ladies then from the balconi above our head began to lecture us in there prissy british accents about how we shouldnt use the word fag and how europe is past that.Past that I asked? then I asked her about europes rather shaky civil rights records when it concerns muslim immigrants, jews, and Africans. she scoffed then told me and my brother to stop being such "cunts" about it. Then they had the nerve to to call us "Slimy Americans". I really wanted to slap those bitches.

Paris Day 3- Day 3 started off shitty because we bought the train tickets to Amsterdam for the wrong day so after panicking, anger, a little shame, and some crazy old guy who kept pulling people out of line, we finally got the tickets exchanged. The third night we checked out this carnival because it happened to be Bastille day. but thats about all. Im pretty much sick of writing so the rest will come later, gotta go back to those high class amsterdam coffee shops

Yo soy espana

last night I was surrounded by big bangs loud screams people climbing on top of statues and jumping into fountains. Spain won the world cup!. I watched the game among a crowd of spaniards on a jumbo-tron screen in an outside venue known as colon square. Colon square marks the exact middle point of madrid and all eyes and ears of the capital were focused on the jumbo tron that was broadcasting the world cup. for those of you who didnt watch the game it went into what we americans call overtime and within the last three minutes number 6 iniesta scored the deceisive goal. The crowd went into a frenzy jumping, screaming, letting off fireworks complete raw human emotion. A little while after a beautiful what I thought was an asian girl caught my eye, and she caught me staring at her... so i waved and she walked over ballin! matt ahoobim if your reading this I know you woulda liked this girl. We spent the rest of our night running around the city in near riot with the rest of the spaniards VIVA ESPANA!!!!!

the plane ride and arrival

my flight was broken up into to parts from la to new york then new york to madrid, on the flight to new york i was seated next to a cute indian girl wasnt sure if she was flirting with me or she just speaks bad english.... gonna watch the world cup game in spain tonight viva espana!

Where do we go from here?

It is now 2:40 am and my parents just woke up to get ready to drive to the airport so we can make our 7 am flight to madrid, spain.. My brother who was suppose to be back home by 12:00 from riverside isnt back yet and told my mom the reason he isnt back yet is because of "traffic" to which my mom replied "Traffic, Traffic where up your dick" oh mom you do have a way with words.

As many of you know I was suppose to go to Thailand this summer to participate in a study abroad program but of course the country I had to choose decided to have a revolution right before I was suppose to go... no love for me long time :(. I was then going to teach English in Europe but that also fell through so, with a little help from Drew Brees and the New Orlean Saints I was able to convince my parents to allow me and my brother to travel europe for a month. Then Aran, a good friend of mine, was able to convince his parents to let him go with us... So its My brother, Aran, and myself who are all traveling Europe, the land of the 18 year old drinking age, laidback woman, and hostels... whats the worst thing that could happen?

The first night I will be in Europe will be in Spain and also will be the night Spain makes it first ever appearance in the world cup, I am very excited to get drunk with the locals and since I missed out on the LA riots in 1992 and all the riots for the Lakers championships, I hope Spain wins so I can riot with the locals... Ill try not to die the first night of my trip... wish me luck?