It was a good trip. Except for one night.
I'm internet dumb and so can't upload pictures onto the computer.. if you want mine, ask me for a cd of them.
Time for el Euro Project.
self preservation.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
"I can't don't exist"
Posted by Jessica at 9:49 PM
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"that what? knowledge of self, determination"
"to avoid the frustration of mis-education"
-hg
"We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me
Around Nassau town we did roam, yeah
Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home
So hoist up the john b’s sail
See how the mainsail sets
Call for the captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I wanna go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up
I wanna go home
The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the cap’n’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff john stone
Why don’t you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home..."For some reason that was stuck in my head the entire time.
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