Ich wäre lieber ein Kind. Ich wäre lieber mit ihr. Und sie. Aber denke ich, sie haben mir vergessen.

Alles gut, ich würde gern mir auch vergessen.

Du sollst auch.

3 half liters of Gutenburg Helles

5 shots of Apple Schnapps

1 Pina Colada

1 Guinness

1 round of Hookah

5 hours of crawling from pub to pub

1 hour of trying to get your friend to put her shirt back on

***all for 12 Euro***

= a glorious evening, indeed.

P.S. For some reason known but to God, Zach and I acquire Irish accents when inebriated.

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Why does that make me so depressed?

Getting your first buzz on cheap Austrian beer while you're sick at a really shady Turkish bar is not a very good idea.

I first arrived in Vienna on the evening of Friday, March 30th, but I can say with certainty that I didn’t get my “first impression” of the city until quite a few days after that. Why not? Because my first two days in Austria were spent desperately trying to figure out who to talk to, where to go, and how to get my broken suitcase to wherever that ( Read more... )

Warum bin ich unglücklich? Richtig, weil ich dick bin. Ich habe vergessen.

War and Peace: I fucking owned that shit.

Eat me, Tolstoy.

Gladiator + Troy + Lord of the Rings + Stargate SG-1 + Baywatch = The 300

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Go see it, I wouldn't lie to you.

Ich bin sehr müde.. aber ich muss "War and Peace" lesen.

BOOO.