I was supposed to be doing something with S this week, but the details were a little fuzzy. Anyway, he invited me to go see Over the Hedge. He didn’t mind coming to my city and I initially thought that idea was alright, what with it being so frigging hot outside. Then I gave it some more thought and decided I’d better use this opportunity to go to his city in stead, while I can still travel for free. Well, not exactly for free, since it’s part of my study loan, but hey it feels like traveling for free and that’s all that matters. Good thing the air conditioner in the train worked.

The movie was alright. It wasn’t hilarious, but it wasn’t a waste of my money either. It seemed to be aimed at a younger audience, but there were some subtle funny American cultural references mixed in as well. I guess you could say maybe they were trying to appeal to both kids and adults. I loved Hammy, especially the scene where they feed him caffeine.

During the second part of the movie the projector decided it was going to throw a fit and added some vertical vibration. After a few minutes I was beginning to develop a nice head ache because of it. I guess S felt the same, because he rushed out to get someone to fix the projector. Thankfully they quickly fixed the problem.

Afterwards we went for a drink and some fries. Fries. Yum. They always taste so much better at the snack bar, don’t they? We went back to S's place and watched Lost Highway. Another David Lynch movie.

It was a movie about … uh … well … hm … let me think on that for a moment. This guy is accused of killing his wife and then he suddenly changes into someone else in his cell leaving the guards completely confused. He gets sent home and then a completely different story unfolds, which seemingly has nothing to do with the other guy and then as the movie goes on the first and second story sort of merge together into a third story. It’s all a bit like a dream where everything seems to have some sort of meaning, but you can’t quite figure it out and in the end you are just left feeling utterly confused and before you know it you can only remember bits and pieces and it all seems to make even less sense if that’s even possible.

Since S and I are pretty much on a 3PM to 5AM lifestyle at the moment we decided we might as well stay up until I could catch the first train back to my city. So we watched the pilot of Twin Peaks and the first episode of The Young Ones. I hadn’t seen that crazy show in ages. Neil always being depressed. Vyvyan crashing through walls and doors the entire time. Good stuff.

I had to walk to the train station. I only met one very drunken guy with his pants hanging on for dear life who was either randomly shaking and slapping people’s hands or cursing and screaming at them. I got both. I felt so … special.

I thought I’d get a nice BLT sandwich at my favorite place for breakfast when I arrived in my city, but they didn’t start on the sandwich making until an hour later. It’s sad. So I had breakfast at home.

If you were my feet you’d be very unlucky. My left shoe decided on giving the skin on my heel a rather hard time. I feel sorry for my feet. I also feel a little sorry for me. It’s quite painful you see. I’ll live though.

I still feel pretty good about actually making a decision, even if I’m not sure it’s the right one. Spending so many hours in S’s city with the nice weather, all the beautiful people and just the great atmosphere I realized I am going to miss that. When I was out last night it really felt like the city itself was a living breathing thing. Though I’m going to miss that at the same time I can create a new goal for myself. Get a job back home, save up money, develop my skills and in a year or three or four start looking for a new job in Utrecht (S’s city) when I feel a little better about myself. S and I always argue about which city is nicer to live in, his or mine. I think I’m going to have to let him win this one.

Now, I should probably go and shave on the off-chance A, the girl who lives next to me, is going to take me up on my invitation to go do something later today.