Dead journal, I know. What can I say? Happiness makes you stupid.
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Vienna

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The weather here is absolutely beastly. Seriously, we left Singapore for a damn reason. I have five outfits for the month! I refuse to sweat ( Read more... )

(Wherein it appears the streets were created with cobblestones and held together by a constant flow of piss ( Read more... )

(Wherein we have some Very Useful Advice to offer; advice that you will never get from any guide but this.)

When crapping on a toilet in Vienna, be sure to position yourself as close to the edge of the bowl as possible. Seriously. Because the bowls here aren't funnel-shaped, they're mostly level with the drop located at the very front. So, if you' ( Read more... )

Every time I think about the grad trip I start shrieking - and yes, "shrieking" is the only word for it - La Vie Bohème from Rent. BOHEEEMEEAHH, BO-HEEEEE-MEE-AHH! I am almost unbearably excited about the trip, and can only hope that everything, from visas to train tickets to plane tickets, works out. Oh, and that neither of us is taken into ( Read more... )

When I was 17, I read Paul Theroux's The Great Railway Bazaar, fell madly in love with trains, and started planning epic train journeys of my very own. Since then, I've had the fortune of travelling on a couple of the 30 or so routes he writes about in the book. But since grad trip plans have all but fallen through, I am left to languish in my ( Read more... )

I am reminded of the time in New Zealand when we were sitting out on the balcony one autumn night, tarring our lungs and scarring our livers. I had got up to use the loo, and returned to find two males, grinning at me with bright anticipation in their eyes ( Read more... )