I’m unimpressed; think its best if we give it a rest.

Well tomorrow I’m heading off to Oslo to go to the US Embassy for the Visa Interview.
As you’ve noticed. I picked a horrible boring subject to start off this post. Well, I don’t really have anything to post about. So, I found this quiz. I’d like to thank Myspace for that. So you all must be subjected to it. Wait a minute. I feel I’ve stumbled onto something now. I don’t need that quiz yet it seems.

So, MySpace, eh? How’s that? A Social Networking Site for the masses? Yes it is. So is Facebook, Bebo, Hi5, and whatever else there is out there. I mean, I subscribe to two, Myspace and Facebook, it’s a great way to keep in touch. That’s a given. But, what about the lying on those sites. I mean, I can sure as hell just upload a picture of Jude Law, write some bogus details about how I love to stop and smell the roses. And people would actually believe me. Honestly, I think it’s a matter of time before we’re all someone else on the net of inters. Me for example, I try to keep myself as close to my personal self even though I go under the moniker of Nemington Pontefaine or Nemi. I mean, if it means so much my name is Chris. There. You know my real name. Big deal. You can also see what I look like. Does it really matter? If you like the person you talk to and don’t have any intention to meet said person, then why the fuck should it matter?

Honestly, I don’t care much about many of the people I talk to on the internet. But in 2008, I’ve gained some great friends who I’d actually give a damn about if they got hurt or died. You all know who you are <3.

You’ve noticed again how I find out I want to write once I get going, eh?

So, since I’m in the swing of things. Visas. Why in the name of Hayley do we need to fill out 30 forms when you need to attend an interview to boot? Surely they could’ve gotten the information off me at said interview. Well, I wonder what they’ll say to me. Take the forms from me and quiz me on it? Well go ahead. The stuff on the forms are something even Mr. Bush himself could recite off the top of his mind.

I feel I’ve been negative in the post right now. So on to cheerier things. Julia Nunes. Check her out now! She opened for Ben Folds. And I personally love her music. It’s kinda like when I found Kina Grannis. She’s now become a staple in my music diet.

Well, I think I’ll finish it off without the quiz. But with a Noonz song. So wish me luck and I’ll probably post about how ludacris the US Visa Interview was or something along those lines.

I Will Never Write An Obligatory Song About Being On The Road And Missing Someone

So I was gone for a week.
And I think that warrants a blog post, don’t you? Amsterdam was and still is a marvellous city with a small town feel.
Despite the sporratic rainfall, it was a very enjoyable vacation away from all the internet stuff and real life stuff.

Now, nothing really important happened during the trip, to be honest.
I was taken away my license to walk for being a danger to all other things on the road.
Most of what happened that’s worthy of a post is my thoughts on airports and airliners.

Now, I for one love airports. They are a cultural meltingpot, where people of all cultures and races come together.
It might be my facsination for human behaviour. I mean, put me in an airport with a whole day and an ipod. I will
genuinely sit there and watch the people. I just love watching them and mentally jotting down notes.

Then, after my realization of this, which was brought upon by a whole 5 hours waiting for Random Hero to arrive in AMS,
I also realized that all humans have the same core reactions to certain things. Such as, never sitting beside another person on a bench and
once a coin is dropped, the person in question takes 5-10 seconds to think if it’s worth bending over for.

Heh. It’s weird talking about it, it makes me seem weird. But we all have these quirks. You could say I was gathering information to further
better myself as a human being. Sure. That’s what I’m doing. From what I gather, it’s just a way to pass the time.

And now onto other issues, this one pisses me off with a passion. So there I was, in line for the baggage drop at Schiphol.
There were 6 queues filled with queuees. Ooo a new word, how delightful. I pick a line, granted, I was lazy and picked the first one.
So there I was. For 1 hour and 30 minutes, waiting in the bloody queue. All the other ones were moving fast, but the line I was in moved
a fraction of an inch every 30 minutes. I pondered upon moving lines, but this is the line I dedicated myself to, I told myself to stay.
Then we started to move. BUT WHAT IS THIS. Some bastard, OH YES, he was a bastard. He moved in front of me.
After 45 minutes of waiting, we moved. AND THEN THIS MOTHERFUCKING SPANISH SCUMBAG cut the line.
How did I know he was Spanish? Well, I had another 45 minutes to analyze and remember what this person looked like and what he had on him.
I kinda sound like a murderer or a police officer. Well, also had the feeling I wanted to kill him, but that thwarted when I put my iPod on and listened to some
calming Kina Grannis.

I finally got on the plane. Well, this is where I noticed my final thing.
I don’t know if it’s a British thing, but right when the wheels touch down. I’m up on my feet and so are the other Brits.
Opening up the compartments and getting ready to get out. Basically just stolling up to the door and saying “Get me the fook out!”

Well, that’s all. I kinda have changed over the course of a week but not that any of you would notice.