i met someone last saturday at this flat party i played at. her name's daanye. she's studying medicine. i think i'm ready to start again. i found someone worth the wait. fate don't fail me now.

AEPf0603: you think you know, but you have no idea...

saturday nite, this guy blind-sided me and knocked my glasses off. my jaw is still swollen and i can't lift anything heavy with my right arm. i have an exam to study for.

*edit* Damien, the russian girl in that pic is one of my old flatmates. her friends threw a going away party for her at this club--that's where the photo's from.

DASVEEDANYA, ALLA!

a.k.a. YoungWon

today.
woke up.
spent some time on the tables.
went across to the other flat to take a shower (ours is out of service).
said goodbye to alla (today was her last nite at the flat-she's moving back to jerusalem)
took the metro to waterlooplein to get my bike.
peddled at tour de france time trial pace to catch j-rocc and short(kut) doing their fat beats in-store.
picked up the jaylib lp and short and j-rocc's latest "knights of the turntable".
caught up with short (he's thinking about getting a place out here).
went to 5 other record stores.
rode to school to make a last minute booking.
ran into noah in the multimedia lab, who reminded me about the live "sae platinum panel series #2 webcast" from nyc (the only producer/engineer of any interest to me on the panel was king britt--he was the only no-show).
left early and went around the block to a spot across from the university.
relaxed.
caught up with andrew on the phone.
decided to call it an early night and head back to the flat.

[note: this is where it gets a bit nutty]

stop to check for my lighter (andrew's still on the phone).
smile at two noticeably attractive girls headed the other way towards "de roeter" (the pub from thursday).

{intermission}

the two are trying to get to the student quarters for some party. they're on the right street but on the wrong side of the school. the one with long dark curls asks me if i can help them with directions. it's obvious that french is her native language. i'm horrible with street names--i get around using, what damien refers to as "cellestial cues". i apologize for not being able to help, wish them good luck and nite, and get on my bike to catch the last metro at weesperplein. she asks me if i want to go to the party with them. ya damn right i would. the one with glasses and shorter hair says something to her and she laughs. noemie and rhita are their names--erasmus law students from paris. marc ronson knows. ooh wee. at the party, it's obvious that noemie is the one to talk to. turns out, she's real into hip hop but doesn't know the spots to go to, yet. cellestial cues, damo. cellestial cues. it just so happens that the fat beats 7 year anniversary party is tomorrow nite (re: j-rocc & short). the club is right near centraal station and their flat. at the end of my nite, noemie and rhita say they're leaving the party, too. when i go to grab my bag, i notice this girl standing by herself by the front door. a north american "amelie" with glasses. she looked like she knew as many people at the party as i did, so i went up and introduced myself. turns out she's a senior at brown studying the semester at the university, here.

and then there's tomorrow.

on the metro ride home, i completely miss my stop. since it's the last train, i had to find my way back on foot. followed the tracks back 4 stations to get to mine. i was lost between 11:43PM and 1:20AM. but i found a lake.

{the end}

"Blue Jeans"--Yasmeen

makes me feel like middle school all over.

what a day, what a day. so this is my current situation: two of my flatmates have moved out. they're tearing down the shower b/c it leaks to the flat right below us. for three days, i was "geen" soap "geen" shampoo. dutty ey! i took that long overdue "douche" this morning--ain't nobody dope as me...our instructor, bruce, took our class out to De Roeter, a local student pub, after class today, and got me proper hammered. school's picking up and getting interesting. it's kinda crazy to observe the 18 of us guys (all that's remaining from 25 guys and 1 girl) and the welcome, albeit unexpected, change in the class dynamic. it's the closest thing i'd want to a frat experience. i have a feeling that this is going to be a thursday nite tradition. not only are the beers 1 euro, there are actual, real live women. never having attended an all-male school, i underestimated the necessity. now, only if they had an all-female equivalent. everybody gotta hear the hits on WBLZ, WBLZ.

[side note: two girls from berlin that got ahold of me through friendster are crashing for the weekend at my flat. and no, i don't know them.]

fondly yours,
mc hammered