bonne année
yay for being attacked and robbed underneath the eiffel tower after being kicked out of a lame ass party five minutes after midnight by a disgruntled transvestite.
i wasn't hurt. lisa, lea, some bitch we met at the hostel, and i were sad after being kicked out of said party so we decided to dance around the eiffel tower...BAD IDEA. as we were taking a picture a group of horrid youths came up, socked lisa in the face, stole her camera and purse, sprayed her and the bitch we met at the hostel with pepper spray and beat lea up. while this was happening i ran after part of the group half way around the eiffel tower until they noticed i was following and displayed to me a blade, causing me to realize how stupid i was for chasing after criminals in the first place.
i wandered around, looking for them until people started throwing glass bottles into the street towards police. i eventually made it back home after four hours of having taxis ignore me, getting lost on the metro, and walking through the ghetto (among other things).
warm embraces and a dance party in the lobby of the hostel followed, lasting until eight in the morning.
tomorrow i have to accompany lisa to the american embassy in order to try and help prove that she is who she is since her passport is in her stolen purse.
meeting kati in berlin on the eighth. until then i might go to barcelona, or antwerp, or copenhagen...don't know.
boo for nasty transvestites.
boo for misunderstood youth driven to crime.
i wasn't hurt. lisa, lea, some bitch we met at the hostel, and i were sad after being kicked out of said party so we decided to dance around the eiffel tower...BAD IDEA. as we were taking a picture a group of horrid youths came up, socked lisa in the face, stole her camera and purse, sprayed her and the bitch we met at the hostel with pepper spray and beat lea up. while this was happening i ran after part of the group half way around the eiffel tower until they noticed i was following and displayed to me a blade, causing me to realize how stupid i was for chasing after criminals in the first place.
i wandered around, looking for them until people started throwing glass bottles into the street towards police. i eventually made it back home after four hours of having taxis ignore me, getting lost on the metro, and walking through the ghetto (among other things).
warm embraces and a dance party in the lobby of the hostel followed, lasting until eight in the morning.
tomorrow i have to accompany lisa to the american embassy in order to try and help prove that she is who she is since her passport is in her stolen purse.
meeting kati in berlin on the eighth. until then i might go to barcelona, or antwerp, or copenhagen...don't know.
boo for nasty transvestites.
boo for misunderstood youth driven to crime.