Prehistoric Reflections.

I leave for Malaysia tomorrow, on a jet-plane. Right now I'm chillin' at Claudia's house with her parents. They don't speak English.

We went out to Red Lobster and I got the feeling that people assumed we were a German family and that I was just another German boy (the blonde hair).

Am I excited to go to Malaysia? I suppose so.

I'm not excited to sit on my ass in an airplane for the weekend. Literally.

Last night, Alex, Danni, Beth, Phillip, and I all went out. Debauchery ensued. We climbed on the tiger and swam in the fountain. Cartwheels were preformed in the middle of 9th street. Somewhere in the shuffle I lost my shirt.

?

I think I fell down because I hurt. I know I fell off my bike in the parking lot in front of my house. I remember just completely failing and being sprawled out on the pavement. Pretty monumental.

One thing last night did happen that made me think, and it happened in the Blue Fugue with Danni, Alex, Beth and I. We all took turns and said something nice about someone else at the table. I feel like people should do that more often, it may seem jejune, but props to Beth for that idea.

I get to see my girlfriend here in a couple days. It is going to be really good. I miss her.

Except the fact that she asks about about a thousand questions a minute.

She's going to be surprised when she finds out that I crammed all her SHIT that I was instructed to bring her into my bag and that I'm not bringing two bags. Don't tell her.

Well, this is where I'm going to stop.