| Ciao Roma... Stansted please die |
[Feb. 28th, 2007|10:02 pm] |
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Ciao Roma... Stansted please die
My second night in Rome I met some pretty cool latin american kids, some studying in France others working in Spain. I had a blast hanging out and exchanging stories. After I got stuck in the bathroom (yup it happened) and after being released, some of us went for kebabs and boy let me tell you, Roman kebabs are the shit. That night four spanish girls woke us all up cause they thought they still had the room reserved (which they did). It was super funny.
The next couple of days I spent sightseeing and chilling by the river (where the druggies of Rome chill) to get away from all the fucken crowds. Rome is fucken packed.
Rome bored me the fourth day so i jammed. Sonya was totally right: Florence is fucken beautiful. I had gelatto, saw all the pretty little places and went back later that night, where I discovered in the room next to me a girl from California and a girl from England, who were both super chill. I slept in their room cause i was super tired from Florence and I heard my roomies were gonna get drunk.
The last day in Rome was spent chillin with carla and steph (the girls mentionned above ) looking for the most incredible thing one can see in Rome: Fucken gigantic 2 euro gelatto. Oh man, it was good. It was so good I almost threw up. But having a sweet tooth and it being carla's b-day, i decided to do the impossible: get 3 euro gelatto. holy shit I almost died. So worth it though. We saw some more shit that day, and stayed up all night talking in the hostel they were staying at a couple night b4. the ppl there were cool.
Next morning, after having slept for two hours, I left Rome. I will totally miss it as it is the land of the mountain-high-super-cheap-omg-i'm gonna-die-but-it's-so-fucken-good gelatto.
I hate London.
So my flight was late and i had to get charged another 50 pounds to switch, and the fucken hoe bags working there were giving me attitude like there was no tomorrow. I hate london.
Alas there was no flights to carcossone or perpignan, so guess where I'm stuck and shitting fucken bricks...
That's right, Nantes. I tseems pretty cool, but I have yet to explore.
I'm catching a train to Toulouse tomorrow and I've already missed a week of school, plus rent's due, plus I have no money.
Being young rocks.
All in all this is what I learned/accomplished:
Living off of Gelatto and Pizza for a week: not good
Rome is fucken crazy
I totally conquered it
Being broke is funny cause shit always seems to go down
Florence is really fucken pretty
People are super chill
Toulouse is something I need get away from for a while, but it's somewhere I totally fucken love
I'm not leaving my apt for at least a month cause I miss it so much
Oh man, I need a shower
London Standsted is hell, a piece of shit, and can fucken suck my unwashed balls
did I mention I hate London?
Peace kids,
mike |
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| well my rome trip started off well |
[Feb. 23rd, 2007|02:21 pm] |
After totally missing his flight in london and having to pay an extra £50 (100 fucken dollars!), mikey finally got to Rome. He went straight to is hostel without a problem and found it to be quite pleasant.
The next day he starts his Roman adventure, but alas every adventure must have some form of super villain. Mikey's was a assholic police officer. Mikey got on his bus without knowing he had to get a bus ticket at his local tabac, and of course Mikey got caught without one. Mikey explained to the man that he didn't know he had to have a ticket, and then being the clever boy that he is, pretented not to have any document or money. Nevertheless, the persistent officer threatened Mikey with fines and jail time. Seeeing no other option, Mikey tried to use his power of speed to escape the police, but got caught again because speed is no match for numbers. Mikey gave up and paid the evil police man his money (50 fucken euros), which meant no eating for Mikey.
However, Mikey was not discouraged, and he continued his adventure through Rome. He saw the colossium, shitloads of piazza's, the trevi fountain, the vatican... Mikey discovered that even tough Rome wasn't built in a day, a lot of the sights can be seen in one. They were all pretty chill, but full of tourists.
In any case, Mikey came back to his hostel, where he discovered he was accidentally mistaken for a girl and was placed in an all girls room, so the lady in charge said he would get another room the next day. No worries there.
Mikey decided to take a break form all the hustle and bustle and did homework (mikey's a fucken nerd sometimes), when two Polish princesses walked into his room. At first Mikey was mefiant because he did not know if they spoke any languages he knew,, but then he gave it a go and said "hi". They turned out to be real cool, showed Mikey their Roman adventure and gave Mikey some real cool advice (and instant noodles, as Mikey had no food or money). The rest of the night was spent talking and going to bed late, which was cool cause the princesses were chill.
Now Mikey is on his way to the next hostel, which is closer to the center of town (so mikey doesn't have to buy fucken bus tickets anymore hahaha he wins (he has a few just in case)): He hopes his new hostel is as cool as his last one.
Mikey sums up his first day in Rome with: "damn son".
That is all. |
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| An Encounter at Place St. Pierre |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|03:45 pm] |
All in French:
A man asks me for a cigarette
I say "I don't have one"
He tells me " that's OK" grabs my hand to shake it and says "I respect homosexuals, because they are men just like any other men."
I reply "Ok".
Is it that obvious? |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 6th, 2006|01:54 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Toulouse | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Miguel y Miguel - Sonora y Sus Ojos Negros | ] |
Riding through the French Pyrenees one discovers carpets of forests covering the jaggedly formed mountains. One along discovers along the winding road small towns at indefinite intervals. In each town, small, painted houses, the color of freshly baked pastries, seem to pop up through the carpet of green, like small toys left behind by a wandering child.
The town of La Tour de Carol is a meeting point of two worlds constructed by a curious triad of the tongue: Spanish, French and Catalan…
Then I discover it’s another three hours to Barcelona so the imagery basically dies. j/k. We finally arrived in Barcelona after bidding farewell to Fatima, a woman en route to meet her brother in prison, and the woman we spent several hours helping get a bus as she spoke no Spanish and under the circumstances (i.e. her brother was in prison) she needed to get to aljaceres as soon as possible.
We arrived at our hostel, my buddy Hector and me, and discovered it was a pretty ummm… dirty place. Bunk beds are a funny thing, especially when they seem like they could break at any minute but we were in Barcelona so none of it mattered. The next few days were spent sight-seeing (the famous Gaudi buildings, the humongous town squares, the beaches and the historic parts of town), shopping (of course I spent, and of course too much) hitting up the Barcelona/gay night life (clubs, clubs and more clubs). It was a total blast.
Going home was a drag since European forms of transportation seem to like to get cancelled or delayed by excessive amounts of time. We spent two hours waiting for hour train in La Tour de Carol (a town on the border of Spain and France), and another forty minutes in the French town of Foix. We left at twelve noon and got home t o Toulouse at about eleven; it sucked.
I have two weeks left until school starts and I’m spending most of the time just kicking it in my apartment reading, going out to run small errands, and just getting to know the city of Toulouse a little better. It’s nice to finally get a break from the world. I miss a lot of things back home and a lot of people but for the moment Toulouse is home. |
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| Toulouse |
[Aug. 24th, 2006|08:59 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | french kids talking | ] |
I love this fucken city |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 13th, 2006|02:54 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | LCD Soundsystem - Tribulations | ] |
dude finals suck |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 9th, 2006|05:08 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Legends - Everything You Say | ] |
Five o'clock sux |
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| ahhhh!!!!!!! |
[May. 11th, 2006|11:43 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | LLC UCD | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | fuck me | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Le Tigre - Slide Show | ] |
five pages down, five to go before 12:10
it's 11:43
fuck |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 10th, 2006|08:17 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Fountain circle | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | fuck | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Joy Zipper - The Power of Alan Watts | ] |
Dear Michael,
write your motha fucken paper!!!
now |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 2nd, 2006|12:16 pm] |
I am now going to bitch about papers:
Damn fucken papers |
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| So parking |
[Apr. 19th, 2006|06:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cynical | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rogue Wave - Endless Shovel | ] |
So I just head some girl outside my window raving to her friend about what a great parking job she did. What is it about parking spots that causes such an array of emotions to be felt? |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 9th, 2006|12:23 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Styrofoam - Couches in Alleys | ] |
waiting for the bus in sacramento is kinda cool especially when there's a fellow smoker next to ya. So this guy lights up a cig, and you know he finishes it and stuff. He lights up another one and i'm thinking "yay, chain smoker". Upon closer inspection it turns out to be a joint. Then this guy turns to me (he must've been like 50 and really stoned) and says "want a hit?" Damn, i'm on lent so i say "no thanx". Oh why did i have to quit...
on the plus side:
(stolen from gee) |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 3rd, 2006|04:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sondre Lerche - Love You | ] |
stoopid... |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 2nd, 2006|04:25 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | pissed off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Architecute in Helsinki - Tiny Paintings | ] |
a la verga cabrones, se pasan de culeros... (solos con los que vivo) |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 29th, 2006|06:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Smiths - Asleep | ] |
The captain of a pirate ship gets woken up by his first mate who's screaming "captain captain, there's a ship coming this way and it wants to battle us".
The captain yells out to him "Bring me my red shirt".
Confused the first mate brings him his shirt, they go battle, they win, and they get the other ship's gold, rum and women.
A couple of days later the first mate rushes into the captains cabin screaming "captain, captain, there are five ships coming this way and they want to battle us".
The captain yells out to him "Bring me my red shirt".
Confused the first mate brings him his shirt, they go battle, they win, and they get the other ships's gold, rum and women.
A couple of days later the captain and the first mate are chillin at a bar and the the first mate asks "Captain, why do you always wear a red shirt when battling?"
The captain replies "You must never let your enemy see you bleed".
A couple of days later the first mate rushes in screaming "Captain, captain, there are TEN ships coming this way and they want to battle!!"
The captain yells: "Bring me my brown pants" |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 29th, 2006|01:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rogue Wave - Postage Stamp World | ] |
Michael Salinas's Fortune
for March 29, 2006
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| smoky[...] |
[Feb. 25th, 2006|02:57 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | bright green | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Minus The Bear - Potato Juice and Liquid Bread | ] |
yay for good times...
| Your Element is Earth | 
Your power color: yellow
Your energy: balancing
Your season: changing of seasons
Dedicated and responsible, you are a rock to your friends.
You are skilled at working out even the most difficult problems.
Low key and calm, you are happiest when you are around loved ones.
Ambitious and goal oriented, you have long term plans to be successful. |
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| Dear UPS store lady |
[Jan. 30th, 2006|04:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | pissed off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sunny Day Real Estate - In Circles | ] |
Please shove a gigantic cactus shaped, std filled bomb up you tight stingy profit seeking ass. And please make sure your head's out of there first, as you cannot see that charging four fucken dollars for printing 1 and 1/2 pages is not exactly fair. And to answer your inquiry as to why i didn't ask about the price first, please take into account that there are no price tags anywhere (not on the envelops, pens, pencils, or on the signs that state the supposed services you offer). I sincerely hope your shitty crooked ass establishment burns to the ground (preferably with your fucked up ass in it) and that you somehow lose at least three times what you are ripping people off... (i.e like the lady that you charged 30 fucken dollars to send three keys, yes three small fucken keys).
With the greatest sincerity,
Mike S.
dear anyone who read this: never get any sort of services (unless it's head, which i'm sure they'll overcharge anyway) at the north Davis marketplace UPS store... |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 26th, 2005|04:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  drunk | ] |
| [ | music |
| | mom yelling at me for coming in @4 | ] |
so the bar hopping begins... (insert evil laugh) |
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