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I am back home from College Station. It was a somewhat spur-of-the-moment decision to make an appearance there. I was sittin around last week when I realized that next weekend is graduation (my own graduation anniversary also, get me presents) and that this would be my last chance to see the remaining friends I have all together. I drove down Friday after wearing a hard hat all day and got down to some serious drinking. I was staying with Raul and Brandon this time around so thank you, thank you, thank you to them for letting me stay in their apartment.

I did some serious drinking on Friday night which led to a lackluster attitude all day and night Saturday. But it was really nice to see everybody while I was around. Who knows when my next CS venture will be, so if you want to see me again, you bitches will have to come to Dallas.

When I was in Brandon's room he had music from his playlist playing the whole time. One of the songs he played was Ashlee Simpson's "Autograph." If you'll recall, I publicly stated my hatred for Ashlee Simpson back in June of 04. I just want to make sure you all know that she's a talentless whore. Anyway, I totally recognize this song, and there is absolutely no reason why I should have heard it before ... unless I heard the same song performed by Juli, a German band whose CD I bought when I was in Berlin. Juli has a song called "Traenenschwer" that is the same as Ashlee's "Autograph." I tried to do some research tonight to figure out what the deal is there. Owen seems to think it is very common for bands to share tracks, but I think that's a total lie. No band is gonna be like, "Ja, we've got this really kuhl song, why don't you take it, you shitty American pop wannabe, and put your own fucking retarded lyrics on top of our music." Somebody find something out for me that I don't have the patience to find and let me know. If this could effectively bring an end to Ashlee Simpson that would be even better.

And now we come to my favorite part of my vacation. Berlin was so effing cool. Within the next two years, I now plan to move to Berlin, possibly permanently. There were several reasons that I like Berlin so much, but the easiest way I can think to sum it up would be with these statistics: 20+% unemployment, 30+% homosexual, 50+% atheist. Can anybody say, "home?"

I think I am a socialist. I never realized it before because I've always lived in a totally capitalist environment, but there is something to be said for caring about the greater good above one's personal gains. It's not a flawless system but I think it fits in nicely with humanism that I'm toying with.

Anyway, I met up in Berlin with James' friend Chris Apollo, henceforth to be refered to as Apollo, because I think that's an awesome name. Sunday night he was supposed to meet me out at this club but he had to finish a grad school application. So I kind of stood around by myself. Berlin was a lot like Dallas in that if you didn't know anybody there, nobody really engages in conversation with you. But the next day I called Apollo and we met up in Alexanderplatz. He convinced me to try my hand at the public transportation which ended up kicking ass. You can get anywhere so easily. We spent the entire day walking around and talking and learning about the history of all the sights we were seeing. There is such a wealth of history to learn about; I barely scratched the surface while I was there. And it's all so fucking interesting.

That night we shared a few bottles of wine, enjoyed dinner at his friend's house, and then went out to some of the most insane clubs I have ever seen. Let's just say it eclipsed anything else in my previous base of experience. We stayed out until the early morning when I took a taxi back to my hotel for a good 3 hour nap before I had to get up, check out, and make it back to Alexanderplatz for my city-wide bike tour with Fat Tire Bike Tours. It was from 11 to 4 and I think I was still drunk when it started. But it was so damn fascinating hearing all the stories of every building in Berlin. There is just SO much to see and do and experience. I definitely need at least a few months to get a good start on it.

After the bike tour, Apollo met up with me again and we hung out and talked for about an hour before I had to get on the train to go to the airport and catch my flight back to Copenhagen. I had a hotel room in Copenhagen for the night before my trip home. It was the nicest fucking hotel room I have ever stayed in. I sure do know how to take care of myself. I love me. And I love Berlin. And I will be going there some day ... some day ....

I am going to officially change the spelling of my name from Deighvyd to Dävid. Not only does it look cooler but it would be grammatically correct here. They have all kinds of vowels that we don't have: ä, ö, ü, å, ø. We have all the vowel sounds, but our vowels can completely change their pronunciation based on the letters before and after them. Theirs are always the same, which is why they needed a few extras. The only one I've figured out is the å which actually has a long 'O' sound. If I get lucky later, I may be showin' my å face. å! å! å!

I spent a lot of money today on plane tickets. I'm really leaving Malmö next Friday and heading right for Paris. Then to Berlin. Then back to Copenhagen. I am so nervously excited. It's still a ways away though and I've gotten a lot of great advice on how to travel. It should be really sexcellent to get around a little bit. Although I spent a lot, it was a lot less than I thought I was going to have to spend. My ticket from Berlin to Copenhagen was €16, which is under 20 bucks. Score! I am flying on the Southwest Airlines of Europe. Should be interesting. I gotta find hotels now. Money, money, money. Speaking of, I FINALLY heard some ABBA at the hockey game last night. I had assumed it would be the only music they played here and was sorely disappointed to find out I was wrong.

I'm about to head out to a Biljard hall now with Keith and Paul, and the little douchebag that it is here with us. I'll have to tell you all about the douchebag later, he's a blog unto himself. He is the dark cloud on the this silver lining of a vacation. Anyway, so I gotta run, just wanted to fill you in on a couple more things. Läääääääääääääääte.