vomit.

i booked the first leg of my flight/travel boston to dublin) august 7. aer lingus.

my downstairs mirror at the bar was out this week(end) and i worked the whole restaurant on thursday and friday - $183 and $200 tip-out + $10/hr x 9.5+10.5hrs and last night i split the whole place (rather than upstairs and downstairs) with the guy who will replace me (nice enough and works hard but only if you ask him to do stuff which doesn't work for the job - pretty much a meathead or by his own admission pretty much retarded - yeah - meathead) and i made considerably less $125+$10x11.5hrs but that's still more than $800 in three days which is alright by me after two better than usual nights.
so - that's all money for norway
i hate most of this job but it's good money
got into the beginning of a verbal fight with the owner's over-entitled privileged-ass son because i told him that i didn't appreciate him making the joke of almost trying to pants me while i was carrying three full cases of beer - apparently i don't have a sense of humor and i need to get a personality. i thought i was just calmly telling him that i didn't like inappropriately timed jokes that put my back and body in danger. i can't explain the ridiculous insensible way he reacted. strange things about my penis thrown in in ways that suggested that he thought i was suggesting that he wanted something sexual from me - don't know how he got that from "[name], those were full cases of beer."
ridiculous. go inherit your dad's money and reputation fucko.

i should really book the second half of my flight but i am trying to figure out if i am bringing my bike which seems like it might be cheap enough now and might also help me fudge some weight allowances by packing into the bike box

i keep looking for bats on my way home but it's been a little too cold by the time i am getting home. english. jerry lewis impression.

so i guess it's more real now that i have a flight booked. but it doesn't really feel more real. i think it never will. i feel pretty disconnected right now. maybe it will feel like a dream for six years - but not in a great way - just in a non-real way. i feel like i will get there and i will cry a lot and i will want to come home. i am allowed to feel that way - hell - i've never lived outside of the arms of the MBTA - and i'm allowed to cry - i'm just not allowed to come home that quickly.

bars are dumb. people at bars are dumb. i need to go to (frisbee) pick-up. my legs hurt. duh.

edit: my flight to dublin only costs $366.10 and the second leg with the bike (provided i don't pay any baggage overages) should be less than $100

OH SHIT!

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OH SHIT!
I'm moving to Norway in less than two months.
FREE SCHOOL for 6 years?
A new language?
Fermented fish and akvavit?
Ultimate inside gymnasiums? Ugh.

If "vlog" weren't in other use I would say this would be a vlog - - a vomit-log.
I don't want to format things for you
or explain things in depth (if you ask - then sure)
I will be unclear and vague and jerky at many points
Barf things up and see what happens

Two more months of Boston? WORK and PLAY.
My work is effectively well-paid physical labor (barwork) - I play ultimate pretty much every night that I don't work. Tomorrow is my birthday. I love ultimate.

On my way home from work late Thursday night I had a bicycle collision with a bat. I didn't see it but I know that road in summer and I know it was a bat. Something small and solid but not too solid bounced off my upper chest (throat) without a sound and was already up and gone by the time I slowed down turned around and got back to look. I started riding again and I saw another bat dive low over the road after a moth - semi-confirmed. I love bats. They have bats in NORWAY. Sorry bat. I love you.



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Also. Shit this is next to the picture - w'ever. As I learn Norwegian I will start to post in Norwegian. I may not always include translations...

...but will probably explain if asked - cuz I know you're too lazy to learn my new language. So lazy. You're nothing like us hard-working Norwegians.





This thing keeps fucking up font sizing by dropping percentage signs. Also time of post - but maybe that is on me - UTC + 1:00 + 1:00 daylight blah blah.