<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392</id><updated>2011-05-05T10:36:03.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little.She.Devil</title><subtitle type='html'>I am vertically challenged.  I am very open minded.  I like to travel.  I'm a Sagittarius ;)  yay.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-114399760576187413</id><published>2006-04-02T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T10:06:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenos Dias!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning.  Its been a while.  I'm in Modesto, living.  I have a crappy job, and I am broke all of the time, just living the American Dream.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a new job.  I'm enjoying spending time with my family and my Jordan.  &lt;br /&gt;My dad is getting married in June.  It's kinda weird because him and his fiancee have only been together as long as Jordan and I.  Oh well, they're grown and can make their own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think about this charging recent immigrants $2000 to stay in the US or making it a felony for them to not pay.  I personally think it is a bit ridiculous.  Paying a little bit to stay in the country I think it a bit reasonable, but most recent immigrants aren't living a lavish life, they are living very modest lives.  I think $2000 is a bit much.  Making it a felony to not pay is kinda dumb.  Prisons are already over crowded.  Deporting immigrants is a little better than putting them in our defunct prison system.  Our economy now depends on a inexpensive labor force, so we need them.  I think that they should try to assimilate to our way of life a little bit more, but hopefully that will happen over time.  I hope this law does not pass.   What do you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to go visit my little great grammy.  So peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-114399760576187413?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/114399760576187413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=114399760576187413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/114399760576187413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/114399760576187413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2006/04/buenos-dias.html' title='Buenos Dias!'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-112244928639902846</id><published>2005-07-27T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:28:06.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Heathens</title><content type='html'>ohh...don't you love it.  Rach-ee-poo and I went to Great America today (actually, yesterday).  We went with her brother and some folx.  It was fun we went on water slides, we even wore board shorts! yay!  We watched the dumb Spongebob movie.  I got sunburned again.  I had funnel cake for the first time, then wished I hadn't had it at all.  Well yeah, rock and roll bitches, rock and roll...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-112244928639902846?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/112244928639902846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=112244928639902846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/112244928639902846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/112244928639902846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-heathens.html' title='Great Heathens'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-111709889230576671</id><published>2005-05-26T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:14:52.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(oYo)</title><content type='html'>I try to think that I live without too many regrets, but sometimes I think too much.  Plus, its not like I can do shit about most of it.  I can't sleep.  I can't stop thinking about Scott.  I had this friend, since fifth grade, we were really close.  I liked him, so I told him...I was such a little kid.  Anyhu, he was really rude about telling me that he didn't like me.  It really hurt my feelings.  Then in high school I really liked him off and on, we were so close anyway.  When he started going out with this girl, all of our friends started telling me that he was cheating on me.  I told them that I never knew me and him where together.  I transfered schools, I still talked to Scott, but thats when I fell in love, and not with Scott, with Jason (and that's another long story).  Jason and I were having problems and I was talking to Scott about them.  Scott was getting really angry and he told me that I had to choose between him and Jason, I didn't want to, but he said if I didn't then he would hate me.  So, I chose Jay.  That was the beginning of the end of our friendship.  He just got kinda cold with me.  I still didn't really have any idea that he had feelings for me.  I just thought he was acting weird.  Then this girl started following us around.  all the time.  She was obcessed with Scott.  She hated me and I hated her right back.  Only because she liked Scott and was really rude to me.  At first Scott couldn't really stand her, but she wouldn't give up.  It got to the point where I would show up at his house and she would be there already.  That was irritating.  Then I guess they started dating and she forbid that he see me.  It was about this time that my own mother had to tell me that Scott had feelings for me the whole time, I just wish he would have made it more apparent.  I guess our friends and parents knew, I was just oblivious.  Now I don't even have him as a friend.  Its so sad, the Scott I knew was funny, crazy, outgoing, and assertive.  And thats what I loved about him.  Now, he's just so damn whipped, its ridiculous, he's quiet.  She's the shot caller.  He just does whatever she says.  They're supposed to be getting married this month.  At least you're less of a pussy when you're whipped and married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-111709889230576671?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/111709889230576671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=111709889230576671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/111709889230576671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/111709889230576671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2005/05/oyo.html' title='(oYo)'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-111529154027919450</id><published>2005-05-05T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T04:12:20.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...lost in wonderland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/265/5594/50/centercamp.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/265/5594/400/centercamp.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-111529154027919450?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/111529154027919450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=111529154027919450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/111529154027919450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/111529154027919450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-111165589910940728</id><published>2005-03-24T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T01:18:19.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so hello beeaatchhh!</title><content type='html'>Crazy crazy... so yeah, Patsy Cline.  Laying around drunken...&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz... murderous ex boyfriends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-111165589910940728?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/111165589910940728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=111165589910940728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/111165589910940728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/111165589910940728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-hello-beeaatchhh.html' title='so hello beeaatchhh!'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-109497631778069488</id><published>2004-09-12T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T01:05:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions decisions, I'm not any good at this shit</title><content type='html'>So yeah, sorry to be bitching, but when I do I run to you.  I can either live with my stressful family in the bay area, and go to school (which I enjoy greatly); or move back in with my dad and drop school for a semester and work full time to save up money to move and go to school far away.  Or I could just run off somewhere and be a nomad/transient how ever you'd like to think of it.  I want to move to Fortuna (its in northern california), just get away from the busy city for a while.  Be a tree hugging hippie for a while, minus all the crazy drugs...and granola.  Well maybe a little granola and some ginseng tea.  Its just to stressful and insane everywhere.  On the bright side my dads moving into a cool new house in Modesto.  It has a study/computer room for me... nonsense.  Everyone sucks besides my grammas and my dad.  and timmee.  au revior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-109497631778069488?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/109497631778069488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=109497631778069488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/109497631778069488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/109497631778069488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/09/decisions-decisions-im-not-any-good-at.html' title='decisions decisions, I&apos;m not any good at this shit'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-109097238438417560</id><published>2004-07-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T16:53:04.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my car got impounded...</title><content type='html'>isnt that fun!!!&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I was on Treasure Island visiting the Peach and a bunch of other crazy fools I hadn't seen in a while.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;was about&amp;nbsp;10pm and I decided it was&amp;nbsp;about time I go to the Valley and visit my dad.&amp;nbsp; I went outside, got to where my car should have been and realized it was gone!&amp;nbsp; So I flipped out...completely flipped out.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was stolen, so I called the cops and they told me it had been towed by the city of San Francisco.&amp;nbsp; It was actually much better than it being stolen. &amp;nbsp;I'm so broke I dont even have insurance right now.&amp;nbsp; Towed was better than stolen.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say I got completely piss drunk that night.&amp;nbsp; It was great.&amp;nbsp; Waking up wasn't so fun.&amp;nbsp; My car was $141.25 to get out of impound.&amp;nbsp; The damn fools that had me towed were very lucky their shiny new red SUV was not parked in their usual spot ;)&amp;nbsp; I'm trying to plan my next trip.&amp;nbsp; I think that I'm going to be living on the bare minimum for the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-109097238438417560?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/109097238438417560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=109097238438417560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/109097238438417560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/109097238438417560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-car-got-impounded.html' title='my car got impounded...'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-109048350656064949</id><published>2004-07-22T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T01:05:06.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in America</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I've posted.&amp;nbsp; I've been really busy lately.&amp;nbsp; I'm packing up all of my stuff at my dads house, cleaning up the whole place,&amp;nbsp;getting everything taken care of&amp;nbsp;for school, and cleaning and painting my rooms in the bay area.&amp;nbsp; I'm very excited to be moving.&amp;nbsp; The valley is the bowels of California, no scratch that, Barstow definately takes the cake.&amp;nbsp; I just dont want to be here anymore, I feel restless.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some fanta-bulous things about the valley is the agriculture and the summer nights, but thats it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am so broke, its not even funny... I'm thinking about working at Starbucks for&amp;nbsp;a month before I move, just so I can make the bills.&amp;nbsp; I had a garage sale so I could make my car payment this month. =) hehe&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to going to Burning Man again this year, but I'm completely broke.&amp;nbsp; Burning Man is also the first week of school and I think missing the first week at a new school would just be bad.&amp;nbsp; So next year!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Next year is going to be awesome.&amp;nbsp; Rachel and I are already planning a trip to Arkansas and Louisana, and I'm supposed to go to back to Europe.&amp;nbsp; I just want to save a bunch of money up(first),&amp;nbsp;travel around, and go to festivals across the country.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be home, I missed all of my family and friends.&amp;nbsp; But at the same time I wish they would have just went to Europe instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-109048350656064949?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/109048350656064949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=109048350656064949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/109048350656064949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/109048350656064949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/07/back-in-america.html' title='back in America'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108893505514521326</id><published>2004-07-04T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T02:57:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Garden of Delights and the Night Train</title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in San Jose for five days, instead of two.  I met this really chill chick from London, Leah.  She is very nice.  It was great to have someone to hang out with.  It was also nice to seriously hear someone use words like: splif, fuck off, proper, and pissed (drunk).  We hung out with another girl from our room, Isabella.  Isabella is from Romania, and she speakes six different languages!  We all went out to eat on my last night there.  We ordered this Spanish dish called Paella.  Paella is this rice dish with saffron, pork, oysters, shrimp, clams, and all kinds of other good stuff.  It was sooo yummy!  &lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Madrid for a day.  The only reason why I went was to see Bosch's Garden of Delights.  It has long been one of my favorite paintings and it definately was not disappointing.  I bought a big print of it on canvas (you dont want to know what it cost).  There's so much to see in the Museo Nacional Del Prado.  They have a huge collection of El Greco, Goya, Bosch, Velazquez, Durer, Rubens, and Brugel.  I didn't have enough time to look at everything, but I never do.  They have one painting by Goya - Saturn (Saturno) that is especially grotesque.  Its of this guy eating a small human body.  He just had this crazed look on his face...  &lt;br /&gt;I ended up not calling Alicia and Bethany in Madrid.  I stayed at Hotel Asuncion.  It was so nice!!!  Queen size bed, Espanya MTV, a balcony, phone, internet, toilet, and shower...in the room!  &lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I looked for the Madrid Harley Davidson shop, hunted it down and when I got there, it was closed.  I really want to get my dad something from a Eupopean Harley store.  He just bought a new Harley =)&lt;br /&gt;Then I gave my 10 ticket metro pass (which I only used 4 times) to a very happy young lady.  I made my way to the tren estaçion.  They have a whole tropical garden in the center of the estaçioin.  The air was so thick and humid compared to the arid Madrid climate, I suddenly couldn't breathe.  Turns out it was the wrong station.  So went to the right one (Chamartin) and barely caught my 7:00pm train to Paris.  &lt;br /&gt;Such odd characters on night trains...On almost every international night train I've been on, there's always some nut that thinks he/she is going to get across the border without a passport.  These individuals usually seem to be on my car.  I love it!  Border police!&lt;br /&gt;I talked with a girl from Chicago, her name was Arena.  She had been studying abroad in Madrid for six weeks and she was meeting her mom in Paris, so they could travel together.  One of the guys on in my car decided to ask the attendant to turn the lights out.  The attendant had to pretty much cut the power to the car to do so.  I didn't really feel very comfortable in the dark.  Leah had told me about being gassed in train before and I was feeling a little wary.  So I went to find the attendant, to see if he could turn the individual overhead lights on...&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I ran into the crazy French nympho...I don't remember what his name was, I know it started with an R and I couldn't pernounce it.  I don't know what it is with European guys that just think its all good and proper to jump on you because they introduced themself.  I mean, I'm down with a little making out, but thats just slutty.  So I thought if I told him I had a boyfriend and showed him a ring he would go away.  But he didn't...he just got offended that I wouldn't cheat on my imaginary boyfriend with him.  He explained that he had girlfriends (emphasis on the plural) and that it was perfectly okay to see other people.  I proceeded to tell him it wasn't okay and good night.  He got bothered and picked me up off the ground and started kissing me.  I just thought oh no... this guys lost it.  After I finally got his lips and hands off of me he asked me to stay with him at his flat in Paris.  He said sil vous plait several times, this guy just wasn't getting the message.  He chased me around the train for a good hour.  I would have been more bothered, except he was really hot.  I mean maybe if we met under different circumstances, but after reading Chuck Palahniuk's `Choke`, it just seemed way too slutty.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay thats my odd adventures in the past couple of days.  I am going back to the Netherlands very soon.  Like very soon, in fact, I just missed my train. ;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108893505514521326?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108893505514521326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108893505514521326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108893505514521326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108893505514521326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/07/garden-of-delights-and-night-train.html' title='the Garden of Delights and the Night Train'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108841964783707647</id><published>2004-06-28T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T03:47:27.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the heat, the desert, and the beach</title><content type='html'>My last day in Granada I walked up to the Alhambra, forgot my money, walked down and then hiked back up.  Luke and I wandered around in the scorching heat and developed pretty little sunburns.  I had been expecting a lot more from the Alhambra, but thats just because I was so excited about visiting it.  The palace is extremely big, and lots of areas are blocked off.  Most of the water wasn't running either.  The gardens were beautiful and numerous, huge Wistera, roses everywhere, and Italian cypress.  After we walked around the palace we followed around some feral kittens.  The Alhambra was such a tourist trap.  There were shops all over and people everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last couple of days in San Jose.  Its this little town in a natural park on the Costa de Almeria.  It is desert and the beaches are fucking awesome.  The water is sooo warm and clear blue.  And if you're willing to make the trek (which I was) then you get to beaches without very many people.  Its supposed to be the hottest area in Spain, but I dont mind, its so beautiful.  I spent hours just swimming around in the Sea.  And there are almost no tourists, besides Spainards that come here for the holiday.  Almost no one speaks English.  &lt;br /&gt;I met two girls in Almeria.  They live in Madrid and they're from Wisconsin, accent and everything.  They were really cool.  They're living in Madrid for the study abroad program.  When I go to Madrid I'm going to stay with them at their flat for a couple of days.  There's this really fantastic musuem in Madrid, the Prado Museum.  It has Bosch's the Garden of Earthly Delights in it and I cant wait to go.  I'm going to go and catch my bus now... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108841964783707647?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108841964783707647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108841964783707647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108841964783707647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108841964783707647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/heat-desert-and-beach.html' title='the heat, the desert, and the beach'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108811091742569500</id><published>2004-06-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T14:01:57.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a crazy night and off to the beach</title><content type='html'>The hostel that I'm staying at is really nice.  I met a bunch of people at the lounge area on the roof.  We were all just hanging out.  There were a big bunch of Austrailians, I think like five, three British guys, and some Americans.  One American, his name is Luke and he is from Marin county.  Oh and some guy from Scotland.  We were all playing this crazy drinking game and then we decided to go out.  It was great.  All of the bars want business so they send around scouts.  We went to one bar where they gave each of us three free drinks! we didn't even buy any drinks at all...I met all kinds of people.  I met one guy from South Korea, I cant remember his name.  Then this other guy from Afrika, Che Ki, we talked for a long time, he was nice.  We all wandered around the streets like drunken bastards for a while.  I think I called Rachel?  I'm not really too sure... I got back to the hostel at around four.  I didnt wake up until five this evening.  I'm going to see the Alhambra tomorrow.  Then I am off to Almeria - San Jose.  I'm going to spend a couple of days lounging around the beach.  There arent supposed to be many tourists so I think that will be a nice break. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108811091742569500?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108811091742569500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108811091742569500&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108811091742569500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108811091742569500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/crazy-night-and-off-to-beach_24.html' title='a crazy night and off to the beach'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108799534262553855</id><published>2004-06-23T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T05:55:42.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with Spain</title><content type='html'>Spain is so wonderful.  I finally arrived in Spain at 9:00 am on Monday.  I got off the train, walked up to the information booth and asked for the beach.  La Mer necessito!  On my way to the beach I somehow walked right in to the hostel I was staying at, Gothic Pointe.  It was right off of La Rambla, the craziest party block in Barcelona.  All of the people at the hostel were really cool.  &lt;br /&gt;I spent all day lounging around at la playa.  I swam around in la mer for hours...sandcastles.  It was just what I needed after the drab last couple of days.  Then I remembered I was wearing my money belt.  My passport was in it, hehe.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I spent Tuesday visiting Antoni Gaudi's architecture.  I started off with the Temple de la sagrada familia.  It was so amazing to see a cathedral in construction.  Immediately I loved Gaudi's style.  Its so different than what you expect.  He did with architecture what Dali did with paint.  I spent so many hours wandering around in the various towers.  Then I visited his Park Guell.  I hiked up immeasurable amounts of stairs, after climbing around 900 stairs in the towers.  The burn was great.  The park was so inventive and original.  The colors and creativity.  I'm in love with Gaudi and Barcelona.  People were looking at me like I was crazy because I was laying on the floor taking pictures of the mosaics on the ceiling.  Now Granada.  I am at the best hostel I've ever been at, Oasis.  They have free: internet, tapas tour, breakfast, coffee, tea, safe, welcome drink, dvd rental, full kitchen with pans, silverware and everything.  There's a rooftop terrace.  The Alhambra is only 250 meters away.  I'm in heaven.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108799534262553855?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108799534262553855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108799534262553855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108799534262553855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108799534262553855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-in-love-with-spain.html' title='I&apos;m in love with Spain'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108781716781506885</id><published>2004-06-21T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T04:30:40.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona...I love it...</title><content type='html'>Buenos dias mi amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona is absolutely beautiful.  It was worth eating a snail and living on trains for the past three days.  From Budapest, I had to go to Vienna.  I got to Vienna and missed my train to France transferring to Barcelona.  So I stayed the night wandering around the streets of Vienna.  Then I got on a train to Zurich.  Zurich rocks the G spot.  Its positively breathtaking.  Then from Zurich to Geneva, where I´m supposed to catch a train to Montpellier.  The train was full.  I have wonderful luck.  I ended up loving Geneva and I´m pretty happy that the train was full.  I wandered around the old town and hung out by the river.  Then I visited Cathedral Saint Pierre.  It´s where John Calvin used to hold mass and preach during the Reformantion.  I took soo many pictures.  The stained glass and fan vaulteceilingsgs.  I climbed up the North Tower, The Bell Tower, and the South Tower.  The man ringing the bells in the bell tower even let me ring the bells and tried to teach me a song.  It was cool.  &lt;br /&gt;I actually found a Mexican restaurant in Geneva, which is pretty weird.  I went in and ordered huevos rancheros for 13 euros, and a glass of really good sangria.  They´re wasn´t one Mexican in the whole place, there were lots of Asians and some South Americans.  The huevous rancheros was good, but not like in California!  I want taco truck...hehe.  They had a one man marachi band, he was from Paraguay.  After dinner I was wandering around the train station and I bought some Swiss chocolates.  I pick one up and take a big bite out of it and I´m chewing.  I´m like wow, this taste kinda weird.  It smells a little funny, too.  It looks a little weird, like a slug...gross huh...Okay I must go and cause trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108781716781506885?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108781716781506885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108781716781506885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108781716781506885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108781716781506885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/barcelonai-love-it.html' title='Barcelona...I love it...'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108772440035021382</id><published>2004-06-20T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T02:40:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>screw god loves you they`re spamming me to death</title><content type='html'>my new email is ellezzdee@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108772440035021382?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108772440035021382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108772440035021382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108772440035021382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108772440035021382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/screw-god-loves-you-theyre-spamming-me.html' title='screw god loves you they`re spamming me to death'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108764592690011926</id><published>2004-06-19T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T04:52:49.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take that, neon tetra</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- begin BATTLE FISHIES code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top style="border: black 2px solid;" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="10" width=210&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="+3"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 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was found swimming around in a toilet bowl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=bottom bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.gremkin.com/fishies/fishies.php" method=post&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="battle" value="1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="attacker" value="CoffeeQueen"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="defender"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="submit"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; fishy beat CoffeeQueen ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gremkin.com/fishies"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gremkin.com/fishies/smalllink.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!-- end BATTLE FISHIES code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108764592690011926?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108764592690011926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108764592690011926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108764592690011926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108764592690011926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/take-that-neon-tetra.html' title='take that, neon tetra'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108764008820888143</id><published>2004-06-19T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T03:14:48.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>squares everywhere</title><content type='html'>If you never risk anything how the hell do you expect to gain anything.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108764008820888143?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108764008820888143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108764008820888143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108764008820888143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108764008820888143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/squares-everywhere.html' title='squares everywhere'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108755823996418452</id><published>2004-06-18T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T04:30:39.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubble water</title><content type='html'>I hate bubble water.  This is the part where I complain for a paragraph, so consider this your warning.  Everywhere you go in Europe all they have is carbonated water, ewwwh...I absolutely love buying a giant refreshing bottle of water (after trying to figure out which one doesnt have bubbles), taking a refreshing sip of BUBBLES.  Its fucking sick.  It was great, about ten minutes ago this happened, again, and I just started screaming and yelling and dumping out all of the fake water on the sidewalk.  Its like being tricked over and over again.  Okay I think I'm done complaining for now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the EU, where they use euros.  I just have a better concept of currency there.  So I'm going to Venezia tonight.  I haven't really seen too much in Budapest yet.  I'm going to get out of Pest soon so I can see the pretty part of town, Buda.  Good god, the internet cafe I'm at is painting and its smells like I'm losing some brain cells.  Its like 550 forint for an hour on the internet.  I really dont know how much that is...&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the hostel I stayed at last night I got stopped by the metro police.  They wanted to check my ticket.  I guess I had a single pass, whatever the hell that means.  And I needed some other pass.  So the metro police woman starts shouting at me in Maygar and I have no idea what she's saying.  I'm trying to walk away, I think that was part of the problem...Then she demands 2000 forint.  I just look at her like she's out of her gourd.  I showed her how much money I had: one dollar, two euros, 500 forint, and mixed change (czech krowns, haillers, and quarters).  She pretty much took all of my paper money, minus the dollar.  Then she hands me a new single ticket.  urgh.  She tried to help me figure out which way I need to go to, and sent me in the wrong direction.  I really love that woman, deep in the bottom of my heart, or somewhere under the lung butter.  Well I love you all and miss you.  Italy here I come.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108755823996418452?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108755823996418452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108755823996418452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108755823996418452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108755823996418452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/bubble-water.html' title='bubble water'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108738831274462402</id><published>2004-06-16T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T05:18:32.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prague</title><content type='html'>Prague is good, Prague is great.  I'm really having fun here.  Absinthe is insane.  The first night I was here we went out to a bar called Propaganda.  I had two shots of Absinthe, and Logan had three.  We were like wandering around all night talking, I was sooo drunk.  We went back to his and Kat's flat, played cards for a little while.  I remember that trying to concentrate on cards was a little hard.  I think we were playing Rummy.  Then Logan and I decided we wanted MORE absinthe.  We wandered around and found a NonStop shop.  That night was slightly blurry, if that's the right word for it.  I think we found our way back to the flat somewhere around 4am.  I'm not sure, but the sun was coming up.  I woke up the next evening feeling slower, it was gr8!  And Jagermiester...Okay in Berlin I mailed back a bunch of shit to my dads house.  It was soo expensive, I should have sent it from Prague instead, but oh well.  The post office lady was like pissed off, she wanted to talk to me in German and I dont understand a word of it, and she didn't speak a word of English.  I mean what ever I can deal with it, it just takes a little bit longer, I have the patience.  But she got pissed, she was like tossing my shit around and just being a bitch.  So I got all pissed of at her, and bought a fifth of Jager, I mean good god, it was only 8 euros.  Tonight I'm taking a night traing to Budapest, I'm really excited.  Janie and I are splitting up, I think its going to be good for us.  I must go.  Fight the good fight.  Bloody fight.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108738831274462402?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108738831274462402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108738831274462402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108738831274462402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108738831274462402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/prague.html' title='Prague'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108687696014666865</id><published>2004-06-10T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T07:16:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno Berlin</title><content type='html'>Wow, I really like Berlin.  It is so huge!  They have like over 170 different museums...Their train system is unsurpassed.  Berlin is like three times the size of Paris with only one third of the population.  TECHNO - I knew that Berlin was crazy about techno, but good god, I did't know it was practically the birthplace of techno.  Maybe I was ignorant, but I am learning quite a bit out here.  Its amazing how little Americans acutally know about their government and foriegn policies.  The news out here is so much different, they talk about many different countries.  &lt;br /&gt;Janie met this guy in Amsterdam and he was an ex-cop.  He quit the force due to the fact that for many years he kept arresting the same people day in day out for using hard drugs.  Now he works in a Hostel and is studing drug use across the world and the effects of legalization on the populace.  Someday he wants to write a book about it.  He said that he, and most other cops in Amsterdam believe that all drugs should just be legalized.  Janie and I were talking about it and we think that it would curb the habit a bit.  Drugs are less wanted when they are more available.  Its like the whole supply and demand thing.  He was very intelligent...it was really weird.  He was more informed about American government/politics than both Janie and I.  He knew all of Bush's cabinet members, first name and last.  He knew all kinds of crazy dates that neither Janie or I knew.  Its just amazing to see how uninformed we are about our own country.  I kinda see how other countries hold grudges towards us for being the way we are.  Not everyone dislikes Americans though...lots of people have been quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;The woman we are staying with, Rhonda, is very pleasant and accomadating.  It was so awesome to relax in a HOT BATH (without wearing flipflops).  She lives in a place called Spandau (I think it is a suburb of Berlin).  It is so beautiful at her house.  She grows most of her own vegatables.  She lives outside of the city.  There are awe inspiring gardens all around, Countryside.  It is very peaceful.  Yesterday Janie and I just laid around all day and read and ate!  Anyhow, I lost my notebook containing all of my addresses! you know me ;) I'm scattered as all hell.  I would be very happy if you would please email me your addresses so that I can send you postcards!  CoffeeQueen@GodLovesYou.com&lt;br /&gt;Oh some odd facts about Berlin...The government has no idea about magic mushrooms, which is just very insane to me...so they're not illegal or legal, they just exist...And Scientology or Christian Science is illegal here, they like see it as some kind of cult.  I just thought that was very odd because my Grandma is Christian Science and I used to go to church with her when I was a child...Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Oh all of my travel plans were also in my notebook, so I'm not sure where I'm going after Budapest.  Suggestions please...either Venice, Vienna, or Lucerne.  Well I miss you all and hope you are doing good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108687696014666865?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108687696014666865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108687696014666865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108687696014666865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108687696014666865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/techno-berlin.html' title='Techno Berlin'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108636211971850356</id><published>2004-06-04T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T08:20:13.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Hoe daag is het?</title><content type='html'>I really liked Rotterdam, and Amsterdam is very kick ass as well.  I would have to say that the Netherlands is my favorite country so far.  Rotterdam:  the first night we got there we were amazed at the quality of the youth hostel.  After staying at the Bauhaus hostel in Brugge anything would have amazed us...&lt;br /&gt;Bauhaus = water dripping off of the light sockets in the hallway, we saw the maids dragging around the sheets on the ground, it was really loud, there was vomit in the sink in the shower room and it was there for a while, and breakfast was (not very boiled) eggs and bread. &lt;br /&gt;Stayokay Rotterdam = quiet bar downstairs, friendly helpful staff, clean packaged sheets, lockers, a TV room (not that we used it, but it was there!), it was just relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;We visited a museum in Rotterdam called Museum Boymans-van Beuningen.  They had a very eclectic collection.  They had a large Picasso linocut print exhibit.  Picasso must have been a pretty crazy man, cause damn his art is so creative and soooo far out there.  They had a Dali section too, it wasn't quite as large as the Picasso exhibit but it was breathtaking.  I got to see Dali's triptych, Girl Skipping in a Landscape, and a few others.  I saw BOSCH, the most fantastic of all my favorite painters!  And Monet, Van Gogh, and Peter Bruegel the Elder.&lt;br /&gt;The museum also has a large modern art exhibit.  I forget what it's called but it was fun and perfect.  They had this whole like trick your perception thing going on.  In the first room you put on ear phones and listen to high frequency sounds humans aren't usually able to hear, magnified, so that you can hear them.  There were flashing green laser beams on the floorboars of the walls and a multicolor changing light in the hallway and both were synchronized to the high frequency noise.  It was odd and slightly disturbing, it felt like being drugged...&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this weird nylon playhouse like thing.  It was made out of teal green and bright pink nylon.  You take your shoes off and walk into this odd green and pink enchanted forest in the middle of the museum and you're instantly transported to Venus.  It was fun...&lt;br /&gt;The last room was really simple.  The celing panels (like the kind from school) were all like dancing around to an extremely funky beat for celing panels. We could have spent much more time there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I met a guy from Oakland at the hostel.  I think his name was Phallon. or maybe Alan?... He's really nice and it was good to talk to someone else from home.  He bought a one way ticket.  He's travelling across Europe on his bicycle, sleeping in trees along the way.  I think what he's doing is amazing and a little crazy too.  Be careful and hope you feel better. =)  &lt;br /&gt;Rachel  &lt;br /&gt;I think that they pretty much ride bicycles everywhere in western Europe.  It's a lot more widespread than in the USA.  Please ask Karen if she knows of a good thrift store in Amsterdam.  I gave away all my pants and now its cold. he he...&lt;br /&gt;Well good night and dont let the bedbugs bite...&lt;seriously&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loren and Mackenzie I hope you like ginseng tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108636211971850356?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108636211971850356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108636211971850356&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108636211971850356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108636211971850356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/hoe-daag-is-het.html' title=' Hoe daag is het?'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108618238901046529</id><published>2004-06-02T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T06:19:49.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotterdam</title><content type='html'>We arrived in Rotterdam, the Netherlands sometime last night.  We stopped in Antwerp and intended on staying the night.  We couldnt figure out how to use the phones and decided it was a little on the sketchy side, so Rotterdam!  So far, so good.  Rotterdam has been my favorite city so far.  The museum is awesome.  byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108618238901046529?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108618238901046529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108618238901046529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108618238901046529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108618238901046529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/rotterdam.html' title='Rotterdam'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108608000315024212</id><published>2004-06-01T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T01:53:23.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone likes Belgian chocolate</title><content type='html'>It was sooo nice to leave Paris.  It is extremely over populated, and they don't believe in air conditioning!  I'm sorry and I know that I'm spoiled, but standing on a metro(subway) train at rush hour inches away from sweaty people just isnt my bag...sardines I tell you.  Anywho we still have much to see in Paris, but we decided to do it on our way back.  We did not end up visiting the most elaborate Chateau du Versailles, instead we spent hours at an internet cafe and then visited the Eiffel Tower.  The Eiffel Tower - is breathtaking...especially when you have to climb the STAIRS hehe.  Its times like these that I realize I'm not the best of shape.  Well hiking around miles a day and not eating late is really helping.  You can see so far from the Eiffel Tower...Les Invalades...Louvre...Sacred Heart...just everywhere.  It made me visualize how big Paris really is, you can't even see the outskirts of the city up there.  Speaking of skirts, they have so many different wonderful selections of clothing there.  We spent one day shopping, I found the cute-est green skirt.  Janie didnt think so, she doesnt think green belongs on clothes.  Anywho, much better varity here.  Janie and I decided we need to marry rich men so that we can get flown to Paris to shop! &lt;br /&gt;Now we are in Belgium - We started off in Brussels.  It was a lovely change from Paris.  We exited the train station and laid our eyes on a medeval castle.  It was beautiful and unexpected.  We then purchased an order of petit(small) frites(fries) from a lady at a frites stand.  It was weird, she spoke some different dialect of French.  Maybe French mixed with Dutch or something.  We sat in the park surrounding the castle and enjoyed our frites.  Some guys walked bye and flashed us thumbs up.  I wasnt sure if that was a good or bad thing seeing how we were in Belgium...for all we know it could mean 'f**k off' or something.  Maybe they just did it because they could tell we were from America.  Really, what does it matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So far we have been unable to escape certain parts of American culture.  Like the music.  So far I haven't heard French or Belgian music, only American:  Justin Timberlake, Brittney Spears, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Alicia Keys, U2, Pink Floyd, Ledd Zepplin, Missy Elliot.  Well you get the picture.  I think we are starting to get used to the European ciesta.  Everything is closed from like 12pm to about 2:30pm or 6pm depending on what kind of business it is.&lt;br /&gt;We are in Brugge now.  Our first night all the Hostels and hotels were full, so we decided to do the crazy thing.  We walked from the train station to our hostel.  The Bauhaus hostel, it was packed they're were alcohol ridden twentysomethings running around everywhere, smoking the magic herb.  The Bauhaus has a bar on the bottom floor.  And on Sunday nights it is bumpin.  They were playing nothing but deafing loud music by African-American artists.  I must convey to you the fact that not one person around the damn hostil was sober.  Except Janie and I of course.  We laid around on a bench across the street and tried to sleep.  Then we walked back to the Train station.  It was 2 am,  we tried to sleep in the train station.  TRIED.  The seats are strategically uncomfortable.  The next day we were exhausted.  We checked in at the hostel at 8:30am.  We then walked around Brugge.  We stopped and got Begian chocolates...yum chocolate.  All of the chocolate seems to have liquor in it, especially the chocolate covered cherries =), now I understand why everyone likes Begian chocolate.  We wandered around aimlessly for hours...it was nice.  Then we magically made it back to the hostel and crashed.  I really crashed.  I went  to sleep at 5pm, intending on waking up at 10pm to party at the bar downstairs for a while.  So, I woke up, and its 4:30am and I'm fully awake...  Janie said the party was almost as loud as the night before.  I didnt even stir the whole night.  I swear when California sinks into the ocean, I'll be sleeping.  &lt;br /&gt;Rachel - I think you'd like Brugge...everyone rides bikes.  The amount of bikes rivals Burning Man, maybe even surpasses it.  And the town is beautiful, they're swans all over.  The night life seems insane too.&lt;br /&gt;We are going to leave for Antwerp this evening.  Then maybe stay the night there or in some small town in the Netherlands.  I just dont want to be around large crowds for a couple of days.  I want forest and countryside.   ohhhh....forest....anyhow I miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108608000315024212?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108608000315024212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108608000315024212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108608000315024212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108608000315024212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/06/everyone-likes-belgian-chocolate.html' title='everyone likes Belgian chocolate'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108583295114062241</id><published>2004-05-29T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T05:40:24.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Paris</title><content type='html'>This is our fourth day in Paris, and we still have so much to see.  We have only seen Notre Dame and Les Catacombes so far.  We have visited various districts and walked miles and miles.  I really like the area we are at right now, its called Gare du Nord.  Gare du Nord is calmer than most of the town, and it has a little 'indenne' area.  Rambuteau, Bastille, and Chatelet are all very quaint.  Wine is definately cheaper than water here.  The bread is delicious and cheap, too.  The cheese is definately worth trying (even though I'm lactose intolerant).  &lt;br /&gt;The whole city seems to shut down after 7pm, I really hate it.  The only places open are McDonalds and Champs-Elyses.  Last night we went to Champs-Elyses.  At Champs-Elyses there are clubs, bars, shopping, restaruants, movies, oh and McDonalds (ewh).  Anywho we are trying to go to Versailles today but we keep getting terribly sidetracked.  So its 2.15pm and we dont have much time left, but were going to try and squeeze something in before the city shuts down. goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108583295114062241?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108583295114062241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108583295114062241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108583295114062241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108583295114062241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-paris.html' title='So, Paris'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055392.post-108510181414478035</id><published>2004-05-20T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T18:10:14.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, justice is shy</title><content type='html'>Buenos Dias Mi Amigos,&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving for Paris in four days.  It seems like the days are getting shorter the sooner it gets to us departing.  I cannot wait, I'm sooo excited.  Anywho, love, peace, and taco grease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055392-108510181414478035?l=lizzleland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/feeds/108510181414478035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055392&amp;postID=108510181414478035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108510181414478035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055392/posts/default/108510181414478035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzleland.blogspot.com/2004/05/wow-justice-is-shy.html' title='wow, justice is shy'/><author><name>Little.She.Devil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968581248595157052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/xXMsLizXx/booth.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
