so im just checking the server thingy...
...typewriters never shut down...

things that have to do with "jelly"
1. Jellyfish
2. Peanut Butter
3. Petrolium Jelly
4. Jelly-phant
5. Eskimos
6. Miami
7. Octupi
8. Iron Maiden
9. Austrailians
10. Werewolves

and the word of the day is
Boomerang. - it comes back, just like your lost kitten.
that is the word of the day.

well, i finally got my haircut today and i was thinking, as i was awkwardly telling the barber how I would like my hair cut, that someone should make a list of translations for people who dont speak "barber lingo". you know, like "I want a good haircut" would translate into "Take approximatley 2 inches off the top and use the #4 attachment for the back, to, you know, make it look goood." that would be an invaluble to my library of useful, important books."
heres my list of useful useless books, (books that are useless to be used for thier purpose (reading) but are extremely good for doing countless other things) and why.
-Anything by Jane Austin... for leveling crooked tables
-The Dictionary... To put your computer monitor on top of.
-Encyclopedias... for making a quaint coffee table that makes a statement.
I will try to add to this list periodically, (when i think of more useful useless books) so mabye never.

there is this totally awsome website titled 'badical extreme' and it is the coolest thing in the world... check it out

5370298 ok well my life is now pretty boring beside the fact that i have a beard now, and i need to work on my truck
that does seem to come up more often, doesnt it?
ok

ok, so where did i leave off? i was hurried last time i updated, but i have been home for one night so far. but im not at home now, im here. where, you ask? in moab, staying with my cousins. back to europe... from london, (the land of the greasy, nasty food) i blasted back to paris on the eurostar, a marvel in transportation, a train that zooms to paris in just 3 hours under the channel. i met an energetic nick and a coughing steve at the train station who took me and morgan through the metro to our hostel, the three ducks: a bar with some crowded dirty rooms upstairs. the next morning we rose early to take the train to the surf town of biarritz. after 6 hours in the smoking car, i started to question my sanity. biarritiz came into view looking very lovely. we walked to a nice hostel (anything can look nice after the three ducks) that was waay cheaper than the one in paris. with a 20 mnute walk to the beach, we were loving life. for 3 days we lived like beach bums, sitting and surfing, and swimming. i even got my back fried, so that it started peeling. the town reminded us of any costal town in california, wich made us homesick. it felt good to leave there, but seperating from rory and james sucked too. they went southwest to pamplona, to run with the bulls. i wasnt looking forward to the next two days in paris, though; i had been to paris for a week before and just wanted to go back to peanut butter, milk and big cars in america. but i did enjoy the last days of my vacation with my sister by visiting the eiffel tower, and just having a blast. i came home late on monday night after 3 flights and slept like a bump on a log, despite the heat. the next day i went to the docktor, and went to orientation for the university and that night we went to mountian man rendezvous, and i stayed even after my mom left. that left me with the nissens, who live in moab, to take me with them. i have been here ever since saturday night, and am coming home on monday with jim. i had a few chances to come home earilier, but i figuered that i wouldnt be doing much in salt lake eithier. the heat isnt as bad as i thought, even though it is above 100 every day. but now it is getting more humid and really sweaty.
thats the "rest of the story"
goodnight.

im now in london, but ill start where i left off. From murren we went and stayed in Phynand then went to munich then to paris, long drive, then stayed for 5 days in paris then came here.