The Eurail Diaries

The Eurail Diaries

“And so it begins” Or… “and so it ends” Just some super familiar remarks from this years graduating seniors. Don’t know what I’m saying yet? Maybe I should be a little more frank; “ shit ya! or; “oh shit, now what”. You’ve herd them both. Maybe you know which quote is yours. Maybe you don’t. Maybe you still have no idea what I’m talking about. Well, on June sixth each senior at CHS will be saying one or the other (for some, minus the four letter word, for me…I love adjectives). I guess if I cut the bull “adjective”, it all comes down to- what are you doing? The next chapter in life is what? Damn, what’s it even titled?

Hey, who am I kidding! You can figure out what’s next your self. In the mean time my next chapter is titled (title- no longer meant figuratively, this is the real deal); The Eurail Diaries.

And so it begins, or I guess on August fourth it begins. Either way, it’s what I would like to say is the beginning of something bigger. Like, say, as big as the continent of Europe. If that doesn’t make sense, this should. An open ended plane ticket from Seattle, Washington to London, a bag with the bare necessitates, a lap top, a jar of
peanut butter and limitless opportunities to get into trouble. Man! You’re thinking right now; “Why didn’t I think of that? College is great and stuff but damn, I’ve got my whole life to do that”. Ha-ha, that’s what I thought too!

Along with my jar of peanut butter ill be bringing a mental itinerary of…nothing. All I can tell you at this point is that in the near future lies world class woman (ahh the French) unsurpassable art, food and drink that the average American can not even fathom, and the freedom to do as I please. Freedom; this could get out of control.

To crazy for his own good,
-jAKE

Dermal Pigmentation

dermal pigmentation

Dermal pigmentation; could mean just about anything, right? Maybe…prescription narcotics or even the new process of creating weapons of mass destruction. However hard it is to pronounce, it simply means, tattoo. Meaning a mark made by inserting pigment into the skin for decretive or other reasons. But who am I kidding; chances are you already have one. 36 percent of those ages 18 to 25, and 40 percent of those ages 26 to 40, have at least one tattoo.

Britney Spears (for those who don’t know; "the train wreck of our generation" as quoted by her own mother) no longer holds the most searched topic on on-line search engines, the word "tattoo" now does. Why is this not so new fad causing such a craze for those of us among the y-generation? What better way to find out than to do it myself. This idea fist begun like my frequent daydreams often do and soon turned into a twelve O’clock appointment at the Blue Rose on Good Friday. My thought was, as I sit and endure the excruciating pain (a major misconception, more like a skin irritation) of my body modification I would find my answers. Well…ive now had my dermal pigmentation for four hours and none have come to mind. So, after much pondering I have come to the conclusion that it is just as I said, a craze of our y-generation. Enough said.

Tired of looking for the answers of our millennium,
-jAKE