i guess i forgot to tell people that i'm done with xanga; at least for the time being while i am in europe.  i think it has ended on a good note: from drunken joviality to intense dependency and subsequent displays of a depressed youth, rounding out into a calm and happy finale! 

the netherlands is amazing, by the way. i am being the person i always wanted to be, simply by being myself. 

driving home from breakfast today, baking in the sun with my hand riding the pressure wave of the wind i realized this was probably the best summer i've ever had

it doesn't even need explaining

OH MY GOD

is what i woke up thinking

my calm disposition about going to amsterdam has been completely obliterated by the actuality and reality that the day of my departure is drastically near.  and as with everything and everyone in my life- i have no idea what i am getting myself into.  i'm having a hard time swallowing

la boheme is pizza on the beach, a dignified breakfast at groggy high noon, and midnight whiskey sours