is wow the right word?
wow.

What an amazing --nope, that word isn't good enough. What a fantastic 4 days I just had, the kind of days you look back on during the school year, during your life. There is so little that can be properly recreated in text, but I took about 100 photos, and it's going to be hard to select which ones to post. It was just simply fantastic. 4 days of wonderful winds, blue sky days, splendid vistas, and breathtaking sunsets, with 3 awesome people. Well, you can't really call them sunsets, because the sun doesn't actually dissapear. The horizon is filled with the bold oranges, yellows and reds the whole night, with the sun never actually getting far enough under the horizon for the sky to be dark. Yes, the moon becomes visibile, but it's visible during the day, too. The water reflects the sky, effectively doubling the beauty.

Meals were weak, our budget was tight, but we were contempt on joy. That, and a jibungous amount of beer. heh. We sailed out only for an hour or so the first night before choosing where to stay. At our island of choice (there are soo many. There's a joke around here that Stockholms archipelago contains 20,000 islands when the water is at regular hieght.) we got of the sailboat and found a grill, which was perfect for our hot dogs. Fabian, a vegitarian, ate some kind of soy-based hot dogs. We ever spoiled ourselves with a bag of chips. The night was spent relaxing on the...

interjection: there is no good work for the swedish word "hell". My mothers swedish-american lexicon calls it "flatrock, slab". that doesn't do it justice. A "hell" is a rock formation, the kind that makes up islands. I've never seen them in the US, so I guess that's why there is no word for them. You will be able to see them in pictutes I am to post. They are large and smooth, eroded by the winds and waters.

...relaxing on the rock formations and combating mosquitos. Sleeping was an exercise in itself. Me and Carl had the "real" sleeping spots, while Andy was opposite our baggage in an almost fullsized sleeping spot. Fabian was..well..sleeping in what is supposed to be the "floor" that is wedged between the two real sleeping positions. We took out a drawer so he could stick his feet in there. Like I said before, there wasn't really enought room, but since we wanted it to work, it did.

I woke up around 8, when I felt that the air was no longer breathable. I opened the hatch to a sunshine day. Me and Fabian took and swim and then we ate breakfast, all the four of us. A loaf of bread, kaviar, marmelade, and butter. mmmm...

We were out by 10, back on route to Sandhamn (translation: Sand-port. It's on Sandö, which means sand island.) The winds were not up until around 11, so we went an hour by motor. Once we had the motor off everything was just so wonderful. The stereo was on low volume spewing some really smooth reggae and we were all sitting in the back of the boat topless, catchin' rays. We sailed and sailed and sailed some more until we got to Sandhamn. This is where the party...wasn't. Sandhamn was uncharacteristically calm. And so we made our own party. After hopelessly failing at making edible pasta (damn do we suck) we put on some warmer clothes and went off to the other side of the island, a good half hour walk. The vistas were amaaaazing. I didn't bring my camera, but then again it doesn't have a panorama function and it was really the totality that was the most amazing part. The rock formations were fantabulous, the sky was on fire, the clouds were wispy, the sea was calm, the... wow. I sat out on the furtherst tip of the island for a long time just contemplating life and all that. I brought up some philosophy with Fabian, and how the greeks see the past as being before them, instead of behind them. The future is behind them. This is a neat concept, founded on the basis that everything you witness happens before you, the world as your stage. That which has happened has already been performed, and the future is that which has escaped you as of yet. hmm. Well, yes, we contemplated, it was really zen. We walked back around the edge of the island, following the shoreline, crossing property after property, stopping once a while to sit back and sip some beer. It was so special. Sandhamn is one of the outermost islands in the archipelago, so you could really see the water reach the sky at some points on the horizon. Mmm..

We got back to the boat and spent the rest of the night making soup for food, since the pasta had been so gross. (Our error had been way to much pasta in one pot, with way to little water.) We sat on the dock there for a good hour or so before colapsing into bed.

The air was sour again as Carl was the first to rise, waking the rest of us. I took a shower, which gave 1 minute of "effective" showering time for 5 kronors. So the trick was to be fast and turn off the water while you lather. I had about ten seconds of water left over. (woo!) We bought a freshly baked loaf of bread and some local pasteries for breakfast to accompany our marmelade and butter. The kaviar was done. We also bought yoghurt. That was tasty. In a remarkable series of events, we managed to avoid the "authorities", and left before we were charged the 160 kr overnight fee. That felt sa-weet. We filled the gas tank and set sail. Another day of strong winds. During our sail we heard the radio report of thunderstorms in stockholm, but we were a good 20-30 kilometers out to sea, so we were pretty darn safe. Conseqently, the southwestern sky was dark and threatening, with thunder bellowing out. Us? We had blue sky over head. Talk about grand. We set sail in a northwestern direction to a sauna that Andy recalled as being on Träskö. Well, he had dreamt it, cus we didn't find it. We took in on nearby Korsö. That was a great spot. We made a hearty meal, having skipped lunch. Mashed potatoes in the just-add-water form and cooked weiner dogs, plus ketchup, with the vegitarian alternative being the same minus the dogs. We also had ravioli. Man were we full. Mmm.

The night was so splendid. (I'm running out of positive adjectives. I once had an aunt who collected english words for "big". She had 50 or something before she died. large, gigantic, etc.) We all took a swim and then we sat on the rock formations, pondering the night away, contempt with our beer. It was such a great time. Most of the time I was just watching the sights. It was... wow. Fabian slept outside in an attempt to elongate the air-time inside the boat. He said he was attacked by seagulls, but we didn't really care.

We slept until 9:30 or so, which felt good. We ate the last loaf of bread we had brought and set sail, not using the motor at all. I fell asleep under the front sail, basking in the sun. We jumped in the water once when the wind was calm, but other times we feared the boat would escape us-- the wind was strong. I didn't put on a shirt all day, and Andy and Fabian just wore their underwear. It was incredibly chill. Just sunbathing and sailing, or in my case, sleeping. We arrived home and cooked up the spaghetti we had over at Carls house, which actually tasted good when properly prepared. I went home, and that was that. I fell asleep crazy early.

And now I spent putting the sythe (cythe? that grim reaper like tool) to work on the long grass that has grown up on our main lawn. Damn the punkasses that forgot to cut our grass over the winter. Every fifteen minutes or so I walked down to the water and dove off our dock, which was followed by a warming in the sun. Very pleasing.

And that was that. A hell of a tale. Sailing the archipelago is truely fantabulous, really something I wish I could share with you other people. Realistically there shouldn't be more the 3 people in a boat. I would love to go out owith a female counterpart...it would just be so sweet. The only problem is a sailboat...we were in carls...perhaps it could be borrowed...but those are details.

And so, my skin is a reddish brown, my hair a golden yellow, my soul soothed. I can now understand why my parents spent their summers when they hadn't had any kids yet sailing for 3 to 4 weeks at a time. The last thing my father said to me was "Just remember one thing, I'm jealous as hell." I believe 'em.

[i wrote this last night but forgot to post it]

DAMN IT.

For the second night in a row I charmed the hell out of a chick but failed to deliver on it. Last night it was with a 20 year old that I met on the dance floor and tonight was with 16 year old. Last night was OK, i mean she was 20, what could i expect? But tonight....DAMNIT, things were working out so well....she was so hot. She was sitting in my lap and I was workin' the whole american thing, testing her english and having a good time with her, sweeping in for some close encounters and everything was grand. She had to make the 12 oclock ferry, but I had her cell number (which she gave me in a very desperate way...she told me she was the operator and that she could give me any number...and so i asked for hers...cute), and everything was alright. I said I'd walk her down to the ferry, but we had to run cus she was late. I decided to take the ferry over with her and then take it back (its short, and free). On the ferry she was sending me signals like woa, like asked if i wanted to go down and look to see if the other passengar room was open or not (they close late at night), which would leave her friend and another guy that was with her. But they followed and we all went down into the passengar room. What ensued sucked. Her friend started talking to her, they stepped out talking about something. So there I am, and I start talking to that other guy, and it turns out he is the girl was goin' for's X. Since a month back, and that they're 'freinds' now, and he's sleeping over. riiiiight, whatever. So the chicks return, and she tells me to come outside. Great, right?

I go outside, and she asks me to pull out the number she gave me, and tells me that she remembered she had told me the wrong number. There was a 5 instead of a 4 at the end. OUCH. Here is this girl that only a few minutes ago was on my lap giving me dirty looks and now she just blew me off. damn it to tell and back. After that I just sorta 'understood'. ouch. I still know her number, so maybe I'll call her next time I know there's a party and in a way beg her to come. I don't get it...there was clearly something between us. I just don't get it.

Whatever, I need to get to bed..it's 1:30. At 10 my dad's waking me up cus I gotta get some garden work done. Then I leave tomorrow night on what should be a totally kick ass trip. My friends sail boat is a huge stretch at 4 people, but we have positive thinking on our side. This is a swedish version of a 'road trip'. The first night we'll spend on an island somewhere...probobly keep it cool. After that we should make it out to the party scenes of the outer archipelago. Total rockability. I'm bringing my digital camera, the vista's out there are simply amazing. We have four days of excellent sunshine before us. This shall rock.

So many girls on my mind. . . I hope the spain kids had a great trip.

everything's coming up johan!

Last night was midsummer, I got home at 5:30 am. It was a very hot hot night, stories will be limited to personal accounts. In a half hour I am heading into town to rock out with my hottest of hot hot pants. And tomorrow I'm going out on a 4 day trip on my friend Carl's sailboat. Me, him, Fabian, and Andy, we think. That is gonna rock like none other. wow. I will be sure to bring my digital camera for massive photographics.

And I just found out that train tickets are hella cheaper if I order them on this side of the atlantic. $220 for a one month pass good for unlimited travel in denmark, germany, france, austria, switzerland, france, belgium, luxemborg and the netherlands. It's a $30 train trip to get down to denmark or so, but we can stay with my brother down in lund a night, which is economical. That kicks the pants outta the 10 days of travel in 2 months pass taht costs like $430.

Oh yea, and the Hives rock.

I finished Slaughterhouse five.
There is a lot of message in that book, and Vonnegut is an amazing author. He reminds me of a serious Douglas Adams. Two things stick with me from the book. One is the scene when Billy is watching the war movie backwards. Wow is that good.

The other is the concept of black and white. Vonnegut first introduces it bluntly in Billy Pilgrims explanation of a Kilgore Trout book, The Gospel from Outer Space. It is about an alien that sumizes the new testament as saying "Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected." It discussed the Bible and stories of Christ. It takes the perpective of recognizing Chirst as the son of God, and how the crucifixion leaves the impression "Oh, boy -- they sure picked the wrong guy to lynch this time!" Vonnegut then notes that this suggests the statement "There are right people to lynch." Who?

OK, yes, true. But later in the book, Vonnegut isn't as obvious. After having broken a weak prisons arm in a fued, an englishman says "If I'd know I was fighting a chicken, I wouldn't have fought so hard." Ha! Vonnegut doesn't say it, but the same moral should be applied here too... There is a proper time to fight hard? Well yes, this is all my personal super amazing observation, thank you very much, autographs after the show.

What a great summer it's becoming.

latenight photos. I took these after I got home from a very chill time out on an island. Taken at about 1:30 AM. When I got home I saw that sun that I have missed for these past 10 months, and grabbed my camera in running down to the dock to snap some shots. A whole lot of photos are going to follow... midsummer is this friday... and surely I will be taking photos between now and my departure for france. Oh, and france!

enjoy.

so....

I boarded the plane. I began reading Life, the Universe, and Everything by Douglas Adams, the third in the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy series. A few hours later, the last of 240 truely amazing pages wizzed by. I picked up The Way of the Peaceful Warrior, a book recommended to me by Etay, that I had reached the 70th or so page of a few night before. I put it down arond page 150, switched planes in Helsinki, and got back to reading. When we got out to our summer house, there were 20 or so pages left. Those were victimized in a post-lunch blitz.

And so, I lay a waste, falling asleep before dinner, having not slept in...well it was 4 pm here, which makes 10 pm US time, and add a day, I got up at nine... 37 hours. I woke up two hours later, ate dinner, which was then followed by some unpacking. At around 9 I began reading Fahreheit 451. 12 pages later, I passed out. I woke up at 4 am, having slept 7 hours. I wasn't tired, so I finished Fahrenheit 451. ha!

I went down stairs at 8 or so, ate a few sandwitches, noticed that the day sucked thus far, and went back to sleep. My dad woke me up at 2. If I were my body, I would be very, very pissed at me. ha!

Fahrenheit 451 was marvelous utopalyptic...yea, that's what i'll call it, utopalypic book. Not so much the chase and the parlor and the seashells as the commentary on social evolution. Yes, the propogation was there, but it didn't move me as much as if perhaps I hdn't already read 1984. What I found unique was the speaches by Beatey and Granger and Faber. Beatey was a truely remarkable character. Montag was right, he really did seek death. I presume that he was hopelessly depressed by his abandonment of the literate world, one that I suspected he loved even before Bradbury commented on writing that into the play that followed the novel. He was as unhappy as Montag...well not unhappy. Unhappy in the way the clay figure of the short flick more is unhappy. His mentality takes a unique form.

It is a form where ignorance subdues inquiry, only as shaking can seperate oil and vinegar. Not at all. Beatey keeps at burning the books he so despises...despises for bringing inquiry into his world. Yes, inquiry...who needs it? Beatey, along with the rest of Bradbury's world claim they don't. Do I?

That is what I walked away with. That's what I've pondered today while pulling up weeds. Tomorrow I am going to attack out back lawn with a sythe, those big grim reaper claws. I hope it will sedate my thinking in the way action is described in both Peaceful Warrior and Fahrenheit 451. That theme transscribes the texts...that when you are active no thinking goes on... I find this relaxing. I welcome it now -- but only as rest.

Another thing that has toyed with me is how modern day censorship...that which i so appose, is growing stronger then ever. Damn fascists.

The US has fallen behind me, and sadly I still expect it to remain the same upon my return...sadly it isn't so. josh has an account of our visit to CBGBs. That was an experience with having.

And so I enter Sweden for a very relaxing summer. I am looking forward to the journey down into Europe as much as these days before. Maybe I'll go out for a hike, go sit on the cliffs on the other side of the island...

I wrote this in my head while pulling weeds...
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i am envenomed with her pointual poison-
my hand, the victim of an evil roy lichestien body painting.

tiny, she is.
stubborn, she was.

a fiery affair we had,
she and i.
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I've gotten a chapter in to Slaughterhouse Five.

so ... eriks mohawk is awesome. That was a lot of fun. Allison also dreaded part of her head in a really cool way..that would be crazy if she did her whole head. like woa.

I'm off to go see the Truents at CBGBs, that should be crazy fun... one last time to rock out with joshua atlas, a truly kickass kid.

And then I leave for sweden on Monday..don't think I've packed. Well, i started, but it was weak.

so yea, speaking of anarchy and environmentalism and kyoto and globalization and bush..

Swede's are ...well... let's just say that they're letting bush know what they think of him. I have 5:1 odd's on an asassination attempt before the man leaves Europe. No, like they _really_ hate him..and this is only the first city he's in. If there's anything going on in any city I'm near during my backpacking tour I'm totally there.

So without further ado...
NY Times, CNN, ABC News, BBC

On the note of backpacking, the loose string are being tied... I've got a guide book and im checking out hostiles and all that stuff. Total kickass'edness.

i finished zen and the art. I was slowed down in the middle of it by a combination of work and a lack of gumption, but over the weekend I found my gumption again and was pleasently confronted with a deeply educational read. I felt that true yearing for the next page that few books have given me. After the greek focus of the last few chapters I have been left with a will to read the Illiad. Now now, I read the Odyssey, and enjoyed it's epic format a great deal. Perhaps, after Handmaid's Tale, Fahrenheit 451 and 1984 all finish. <sign&rt;

photos and photos and photos, o my! I added a talkback link, so people can now leave comments about the shots, too.

I had a really amazing time last night, pictures to follow. At my brothers inspiration, i got a bunch of friends together and we applied our artistic talent to a pile of 60 or so AOL CD's, with a blowtorch as our tool. Evan, Dave, Erik, Jordan and myself were the only one's really into it. Sebastian, Matt, Amy, Stef, Joel, and Jen really weren't diggin' it. Go figure. Before it all we played football, that was a lot of fun. Street tag. Lots of memories.

Brittany showed up late...fashionably late...around 9 or so. We were basically done with the compact disc construction and, well, that's not really her thing.

After that was complete we hung out outside and inside and all about. Wrestling on the grass, sitting on the steps, sitting on the lawn, inside over ice tea. Brittany was getting cold so we took a trip up to my room and got my salvation army kid's size puma hoodie. In a scary feat, it fit her almost perfectly. wow.

After that the conversation moved indoors into the living room. There we were, a gang of high school hooligans hangin' with my 26 year old brother. It was a really good time.

All in all, i had a really good night. The pictures came out awesome..there's one really cool close up of brit...

Yea, she's a good kid...

I'm in a dashboard confessional mood. Hey, who knows.

So I think I'm interning at Columbia....

I've thought about Bell Labs, but I don't know if I want to just be a bitch. I gotta talk to Ken Lyons, and see if he can get me a real side-by-side me-do-work also internship. That would be awesome. That's what Columbia is or whatnot, and I really want that. I want to get the whole nine yards in scientific research since I've gotten very weak exposure to it so far. It's only been engineering and whatnot, and want some theory, bitch. Thats not just using your brain as a calculator, that is applying scientific method and full scale analysis to try and detect aspects of the universe. That is hardcore learning. That's what I'm about.

Maybe I can get that at Bell Labs, who knows. I've come to the conclusion that they are equally far from me, the only difference being that I can commute into the city, but yea.

That's about all I have in the air right now. It's awfully weird. I started having time to read Zen and the Art. I finished my Philosophy essays. The only thing left on my list is to pick up the summer reading books.What shall it be...

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
1984 by George Orwell
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

I already read 1984, but it was very half assed and I want to read it again. I think I'm gonna read 1984 again, and then one more book. Fahrenheit 451 is supposed to be reall...they're all supposed to be really good. Ideally I would like to kick all their asses, but I have the following list before them.

Zen and the Art
So Long and Thanks for all the Fish
The Way of the Peaceful Warrior
The Handmaids Tale by Margaret Atwood

And I've got Zinn's A People's History on hold. I would love to finish Zen before I leave for Sweden, and So Long will be the continuation of my tradition to start and finish a Douglas Adams book on a plane ride...this time to Sweden. Peaceful Warrior goes really quickly, I read 30 pages on night to get a feel for it (it was a good feel). So maybe it's a short list. The Handmaids Tale is required reading. I have no idea what kind of format it is. We'll see. Once that's done, depending on how soon, I'll tackle 1984 before doing my 'actual' book.

I think I'm gonna go to sleep early and read some Zen before passing out. Still not quite caught up on sleep. Feels hard to believe that all my work is done. Done.

Hamlet was a really good story. Really Good. Maybe I'll read some shakespeare if I have time... Damn world...too tempting.

who is that stud?
thanks meg!

Chem, Physics, Math, and the SAT IIs are over, and I can now spend time doing whatever the hell I want. Whatever the hell involves having an amazing saturday. The newly car-equipped erik picked me up around 1 or something, and together with jordan we went off to find an audio system for eriks car. Well, not realy, because he wants to buy it online, but we went shop-hopping to check out neat-o models.

On our way to route 17, we see this kid with a sign selling something. We agree'd that we wanted to be good kids, so we pulled up to see what he was selling. He was maybe 10 years old and he was selling Hot Wheels cars. We bough 4 for $4.00. A school bus, a taxi, a police car and a truck of some sort. He sure ripped us off, but it doesn't matter, because I feel like a good person for buying from him.

So yea, we went to the Wiz and P.C. Richards, just to play with the thingies, but nothing interesting. We played with the video cameras at P.C. Richards for a while, doing some hardcore voyeuring in the store.

So we're driving home, and we're on pascack after exit 168 on the parkway, having just made the right hand turn at seasons and jordan screams out "GARAGE SALE!" We do some creative maneuvering and manage to get back to it. Let's just put it this way: There was a free bin. That, and LPs for 25 cents each. Mmmm. They also had a bunch of other junk, but yea, it was a gold mine. In the free bin I found a mickey mouse sleaveless half t-shirt, the hottest thing, EVER. I also found a significantly less cool flintstones t shirt. From the record bin I snagged the following...

The Pretenders - self-titled, 1980
Some sort of pop-ed up post-ramones 80's punk. A femaile singer, but they pull off the leather look very well. They have an early quasi-punk sound working for them.

Nazareth - Play'n the Game, 1976
These guys are crazy like woa. Of that outlaw rock 'n roll genre popularized by Guns and Roses. Entertaining.

Barry Manilow - This One's For You, 1976
It made me laugh. I figured hey, for 25 cents, sure, why not? Sometimes that's a more important question then why.

Burt Bacharach - Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, 1969
It has "Raindrops keep fallin' on my head". It felt like the thing to do. It's in pretty shitty condition, though.

Rolling Stones - Tattoo You, 1981
Rolling Stones! A true classic -- for 25 cents!

Steve Forbert - "Jackrabbit Slim", 1979
Haven't listened to this one yet..the lady threw it in for free. Called it "rock 'n roll". We'll see =)

Now, I realy like all kinds of music... Simply any kind of music playing makes me feel..i dunno..less lonely? It builds towards a more creative environment. Especially when it's just plain different music. This is really giving me some variation to my normal ska and punk. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going soft. I can switch this over on a heartbeat to the explosion of whatever. (I really like the explosion). I went to radio shack today and bought some thingers so I can hook u my turntable easier. It's niiice. I just push a button and it switches between my computer and my turntable. Amoung the thingers was also a pre-amp for the turntable.

So anyways, back to the garage sale. The hottest find of the day has to be the magazine erik found. It's Collier's from October 27, 1951. Now, this is really cool in itself, with wonderfully preserved 50's adds like "Chevrolet's PowerGlide automatic transmission -- brings a new kind of driving to the low-price feild." and "Gaurd Against Thrat-Scratch...enjoy the smooth smoking of fine tabaccos...smoke PALL MALL the cigarette whose mildness you can measure." The ads are hilarious. But thats not it.The cover story is "RUSSIA'S DEFEAT AND OCCUPATION 1952-1960, Preview of the War We Do Not Want." This is a pearl, lemme tell you. The whole magazine is setup as if it was written in 1960, looking back on the war with Russia that we just won. There are numerous famous contributing authors. It's really awesome. There are graphics of Washington under fire from Russia. There is one of Moscow being hit by an A-bomb. A subtitle to a map reads "Soviet air force, using UT-4 bombers copied from the U.S. B-29, struck at prime American targets. Except for Hanford raid, these were suicide missions, with planes unable to return to home bases. Meanwhile, enemy subs slipped through costal defeses and launched guided-missle atomic attacks." It's all so... wow. American propoganda argueably at it's best. There's an article called "We Worship GOD Again" written from a the perspective of a russian that can finally worship god. There's "Women of Russia", an article about how women are now finally free from the Soviet oppression. There are so many articles about how great capitalism and democracy are, especially for the new russia. It's no the russia that is the enemy, it is the ideology. Very much though crime. It's scary as hell to think about.

So yea, wow that was a find. I changed into a bathing suit and my mickey mouse half T and showed up at jays, where we filmed Omlet, a hilarious version of Hamlet. Second only to the Jay Witch in quality. That was a lot of fun. The night was really fun. I was wearing shades from eriks car (very old shades..quite the awesome) and they were getting passed around with people getting the idea that that was were I was deriving my coolness from. I was trying to teach brittany to dance, with no success. Good person, sweet as pie, love her to death, but a complete spaz. Wow, SLC Punk is a really good movie, I've been saying things in a very Stevo'ish way (like that last line). Name that scene and win a prize.

So yea, good day, good night. It's good to be alive again. =)

I've now switched my music over the Vision and Bouncing Souls. There is an amazing show coming up at Irving Plaza with them and the Explosion, next weekend. Who wants to come along for the punk rock?

hahaha... I got home from taking the SAT II's (which went...well? I have a hunch..we'll see. Damn College Board...fascists, every last one of them..).. anywys.. so I get home and I eat lunch of whatnot and go to my computer around 1 and it turns out I left AIM on... big deal, right? Well my idle message is "Im not here, Im naked."

The results were as follows."oo", "how bout them sats?" and "wow...that's real good...naked is good....or something". Three other people didn't bother to reply. One of the persons who IMed me and I got no response from is this really cool norweigen girl from conneticut that I know through the swedish ski club.. and yea, I don't know her well enough that she would appreciate my jest. woops. O well. It gave me a good laugh.

Time to go out and go car audio shopping for eriks car...yes, he has a car. yes, it's scary.