rest of a-dam

After some serious thought

I do not think it'd be wise if I put down in written form online what I did for the rest of my time in the marvelous city of Amsterdam. This is strictly because I want to do big things. Hell, I'm trying to weasel my way into Merill Lynch. Have dreams of starting my own business, do a serious run for public office, probably write a book, on top of doing some finance shit. I already have god knows how many court summons (even thou on my CORI report the only thing that shows up is that silly sign a cop caught me holding when I was meandering my way back from a failed party, sorry officer, but I'm not sorry I like to party). Currently the state of Maine wants my license, for what reason I have no clue. I have paid all my fines/ and, or never been convicted of anything sooooo I'm scratching my head. The legal system in Maine is one of the least organized, biggest cluster fucks humanity has ever created.


Long story short. I didn't do anything illegal in Amsterdam ( you can take that however you want, I will not confirm nor deny anything in writting). ended up puking a realllly salty pizza. had a great time. some people I know had some fun with prostitutes. I was kinda creeped out seeing fit birds being well like birds stuck in a cage.

and it looks like I will be meeting up with Si and his buds from Leeds sometime in the near future. I'll probably go up there for a weekend soon. They think they know how to binge drink. I'm the first American college student they've ever partied with I believe. I go to a school that people from Mass call ZOO Mass. So we'll see the what the party scene is like up there.

In other news last weekend was a bust due to girls being lame and my room mate convincing all the girls I want to get with to go with him to a club called G- A-Y. needless to say I did not partake. I need to find better Americans to party with. At least you guys don't have a club where it's common to see guys giving other guys head on the dance floor (G-A-Y is known for that, it's a pretty intense "alternative" club to my understanding).



I'm starting to think my only talents are finance stuff and being able to drink pints and pints of beer. Fuck, I'm a yuppie. Fuck, I thrive on binge drinking.

it's a tuesday night and my love for Carlsberg beer is still going strong.


byeeeeeeeeee.