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THIS ONE IS FOR YOU, ERICA KRIMMEL

THE FRIED EGG SANDWICH I MADE FOR DINNER TONIGHT WAS DELICIOUS. I CHANNELED EVERYTHING [LIDAKAAU] HAS TAUGHT ME AND PRODUCED A DELECTABLE TREAT WORTHY OF ANY ACCOLADES AND AWARDS THAT MAY COME ITS WAY. IN OTHER NEWS, TOMMY JAMISON IS HERE RIGHT NOW. NOT HERE, AS IN ON THIS BLOG, BUT HERE, AS IN IN DERRY. IN OTHER NEWS, WE WENT TO SOME MUSEUMS TODAY AND THIS SWEET PARADE YESTERDAY. I'LL POST SOME PICTURES. HOLD ON. OK, POSTED. CAN YOU SEE THEM? IN OTHER NEWS, WE WENT ON A 5 MILE RUN THIS MORNING. IN OTHER NEWS, I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS. IN OTHER NEWS, I'M GOING TO POST SOME MORE PICTURES FOR JUSTIN CHANG. IN OTHER NEWS, IT'S DERBY TIME TONIGHT. QUIZ NIGHT TONIGHT. DOMINATE TONIGHT. DOMINIGHT. TOMINIGHT. TOMAJANIGHT. TOMTOMMYJAMAJASONIGHT.

Today the college bought us lunch.

Tom's posts are dumb.

Tom is gross!!! (I have to live with him for a month. Pity me). And he doesn't make any sense. I'm going to make a real post.

This weekend we learned a lot about the Troubles, went to the Museum of Free Derry, got a walking tour of Bogside (I thought it was powerful, Tom has no soul/emotions), partook in a Republican parade in Creggan, etc etc. Pretty cool stuff.

Tommy Jamison gets here tomorrow. Tomorrow is also 'quiz night' at the Derby. HOLLA.

Plans.

Woah, watch out for those Americans over there. 7:30 bedtimes mean one thing, bro: 11 o'clock ragers. Seriously, I'll bet anything those yankee fucks head on down to Peader's about 11:10, knock back a couple of Guinness and start the revolution. We're in for a fucking firestorm tonight, brah.

What's that? They're just writing emails and watching youtube clips? It's called Sentimentality, dude, and it's about a 4.5 in Caulkins' grid-group research for Americans. Read a book. These assholes are lulling you in to a false sense of security. Sure, they act just like you and will probably get upwards of 10 hours of sleep tonight. Sure, they've taken at least an hour long nap every day they've been here. Sure, that short guy looks like he's pooped himself out of fright. Don't believe it. When the shit hits the fan, these turds will be rolling in it. Seriously, they really smell like feces. Did he actually shit himself?

That's not the point. The point is that Herr Fritz and that fucking Viking are threat numbero uno tonight and every night until they leave this city. Keep your eyes and ears open, padre; it's go time.

HERE ARE THE PICTURES MAJA DIDN'T WANT YOU TO SEE. DONT' SHOW THESE TO THE FBI.



MAJA'S POSTS SUCK. WE WENT TO THAT BBQ OUR HOSTEL OFFERS. SHE SAT WITH A BUNCH OF WEIRD ASS AMERICANS AND I SAT WITH A BUNCH OF WEIRD ASS EUROPEANS. WE TALKED ABOUT WHISKEY AND WINE; SHE TALKED ABOUT DRINKING GAMES. ONE TIME I TRIED TO PROPOSE A TOAST TO THE MEMORY OF MICHAEL JACKSON AND MAJA SAID "GREAT JOB RUINING THE MOOD." FUCK THAT. FUCK YOU. WE CELEBRATE MJ WHENEVER WE CAN. ALSO I TALKED TO A WOMAN WHO LIVED FOR A MONTH IN INDIANA. SOUTH BEND. FROM SPAIN. SUCKKKKKKKKKKKS. THIS POST IS ONLY MARGINALLY BETTER THAN MAJA'S. I REALIZE THAT.

TAWM.

hmpf

today we did good thing.s.

we went ot the tower museeeum.

learned things. tom thinks they take too netural a stance.

jeff and jonathon said - wtf is public memory?

then we got very drunk.

tom did not beat jeff at tennis/tetherball.

maja fell asleep during a pirated verzion of the hangover.

Absolutely nothing happened last night.

Friends!

We've made friends! We are now going to be locals at Derby Bar, whose clientele consists of grumpy old men. excellentttt. most of them are from derry, and have lived there all their lives. and may or may nothave something against the germans. we are still working on understanding irish accents.

other recent successes:
-pints for 2.20 at derby bar.
-the hostel clerk, jeff, who we plan on being good friends with.
-food shopping at tesco. super cheap.
-also beer is 3 pounds for 8 bottles of france's finest biére spéciale.

ALSO TOM FAILED AT MAKING GARLIC BREAD. he failed to buy garlic, and got the baguette stuck in the toaster. we had toast chunks.

maja, on the other hand, whipped up some delicious pesto con gnocchi.

YOYYOYOYPOYOYOYOYOYO. We're at the Derry City Independent Hostel, in the Kenya themed penthouse with bedazzled dressers and stand alone closets. It's pretty fucking tight. We've ordered beers, we've made friends, we've traveled all over Dublin's mu'fuckin' bus system. How hard can we fail? Pretty fucking hard, apparently. Gonna go find doug and get some mu'fuckin' food in our bellies. Straight up.

We're go for launch.

This blog is going to be forgotten about quickly.