That worked?
Oh wait it's back.
So I decided I need pictures in this blog. Yes! Pictures! Aside from pictures being purely awesome and opening up such a wide aray of artistic value to this drab little spot of words I've created, it also cuts my writing time down. (I mean, a 1.000 words a picture!) But sadly my camera is dead. I need a charger for it, a dutch charger that is. Or a converter. I'm not exactly sure where to get one. I'm thinking the airport would definitely have one somewhere, it's pretty big ya' know. Oh, you don't? Well it's in Amsterdam. Now search your memory for everytime when you were in high school someone said "Duuuuude," puff "I wanna go to Amsterdam duuuuuude!" (insert stoner's laugh here), and that is why Amsterdam has such a huge airport.
Last night was this amazing lightning show! The flat I'm staying in is located in Leiden and is 13 floors tall. For the record, The Netherlands is quite a flat country, and since we are on the 7th floor (remember my dear readers from the States, this means the 8th floor) we have quite a nice view. It lasted for a few hours and was super badass. If I had pictures, you'd agree. So instead the guys and I shared a bottle of wine and some beers, stood on the balcony (suppa smart right?) and cheered the clouds on.
Maybe next time I'll talk about why I hate the guy I like. Naaah, you don't want to read about that do you? Though I should start documenting his pranks towards me. The last one was hiding a majority of my underwear. It was above my closet. Far from where I could reach.
- This short amateur photographer
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