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Cemetery

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Yesterday, I headed out with a few friends (including the woman who lost my phone. See last blog.) to a cemetery in Warsaw. Typically, I think visiting cemeteries is a bit weird, but, as everyone hyped up this holiday and told the foreign students at my school we had to go to cemetery I decided to go and arranged for a group of us to go together.

Bloody hell!

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Alright, so I need to fume and I've decided this will be my place to do so. I went to a house warming party last night at a few friends' apartment.  We stuck around for about three hours before everyone decided to move onto a club.  I was fearing that club we were going to was Park (see the link below).  

Screw this, literally.

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Today (Wednesday, September 5, 2007) I was investigating my apartment in Warsaw.  Specifically, I was trying to figure out what seemingly useless switches were supposed to accomplish.  

Unknown Languages

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I just realized what one of the big draws of travel is for me - the complete and utter ecstasy of not knowing anything about what's going on. I was looking through photos of Paris and I only have one that I'm the subject of. I'm on top of Arch de Triomphe. The background: a metropolis of some twelve plus million francophone speakers and no one knows who I am, what I do, what I think, or that I simply don't care about some things. Ecstasy.

An Insane Commute?

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On Saturday, July 7th, I received news that my friend in Poland would no longer be attending the same school that I will be attending. Well, actually she didn't have time to confirm that because I was on my way out the door to work, so I cut the conversation short. However, I deduced some information from our very brief conversation that she'd be attending school in Warsaw and that she had found a new roommate.