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So many things to pick up. Literally. My room is a mess, although it does have that pleasant smell of old books. The fact that there are NO old books in the room makes it no so pleasant a thought … Continue reading
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Saw friends and had beers and fun in our regular τσαρδί. It was good, Ymir even gave me the DnD 5th edition intro package. Good times were had today actually. More people to see though, not enough time. So I … Continue reading
Quite a normal night tonight. A night in a series of going-out-and-drinking-beer nights. Can’t say it hasn’t been fun, meeting people and having a good time. I feel like I am drinking more than I used to though. But I … Continue reading
Watched the NA LCS games with friends over Skype today. Curse demmmmmmmmmmmolished CLG 3-0. Went outside to much on a can of tuna salad, it was tasty but somebody is having a crazy party and it wasn’t the usual calm … Continue reading
Today was a sort of one-day trip to the beach. After a very kind invitation by a friend me and a few mates had a mini-roadtrip to Kalamos, a little village that feels way farther than Athens than it actually … Continue reading
Blind Guardian is one of the few Metal bands that I still enjoy an awful lot. It is also the first Metal band that I was introduced to, there might be some corellation between the two. Something that bothered me … Continue reading
Ugh, sleepy. The Home Alone days are over, family is back and living in a house with other humans feels weird. I think I am built for solitude. ~Garret … Continue reading
I love crappy horror movies, it is a well established fact. The Unborn delivers on that promise adequately enough: Horrible dialogue? “Do you believe you can be haunted by someone that isn’t born yet?” –Check -Horrible Plot that makes no … Continue reading
There is a certain charm in doing things the last minute. I am flying to Greece tomorrow, the main reason being that in a week from today I have a Skype interview ,part of a series, after which I have … Continue reading