Yeah so, tomorrow's my birthday.

And none of you will find me. EVER. I'm going to hide from the cake-in-the-face business. Sure you'll see me in rehearsal IN A PONCHO, but I'm jetting after that.

And you won't find me tonight either. >P

[Screened to people who are ON THIS TOUR. NOT REDHEADS WHO DECIDE NOT TO COME.]

Only eight hours difference, right? Stupid. I'm still wide-awake and I don't know what to do with myself.

HEY RYOU. OISHI. ANN. SOMEBODY WHO CAN'T BE BUNTA 'CAUSE HE'S NOT HERECome to a bar with me. I'll keep paying for drinks as long as you'll listen to me whine ( Read more... )

( Found this in the apartments... )

If you didn't go, you missed out. SUCKER. It fucking rocked, cellos are the best instrument in the worldThe train ride was pretty cool too. For about five hours. Then it was kind of boring. Highlights of that include: drawing bass clefs on Ryou's arm with a sharpie while he slept, bothering Bunta, video games, racing people from one end of the ( Read more... )

...is me sitting around on my ass for a while? I dunno. I'm kind of wanting to get out of Vienna for a little bit with the free time, but I don't know where to go. The parents told me I could come home if I wanted, but yeah. They don't really care, I don't really care--I'm not going back ( Read more... )

DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN.
DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN.

dundundundundunDUNDUNDUN. REST.
dundundundundunDUNDUNDUN. REST.

I'm bored.
And I suck at keeping this journal updated.
But I'm sure you could already tell both of those things.

HEY OISHI! Since we've got tattoos covered... I think we need to move on to piercings. >D

...I'm kidding! Geez.

( Private )

Well, shit.

( Private )

...spreche ein bisschen Deutsch. Ich spiele Musik. Sprechen Sie Englisch ( Read more... )

SHIT.

I just realized I have to do my own laundry now. Not that I don't know how or anything... Okay, who am I kidding, that's a load of bull. I'm running out of shirts to wear.

Oh, and the concert... was impressive. We kicked ass.

...is just as damn cold as Chicago. And you'd think I'd be used to it by now, but what can ya do? Put on another jacket, that's what, dumbass. The flight over here was sixteen hours, with a layover somewhere along the way. I fell asleep within the first hour and the flight attendent had to wake me up, and I ran to catch the connecting flight. ( Read more... )