We left Musicology, the hostel we were staying at, this morning and moved down the street to one where we can get our own room for just three dollars more. I don't have a problem with dorms, at least not all of them, but this one really sucked. It was like time didn't exist in there, or maybe everyone else staying there were from a different time zone, cause people would be asleep in there all during the day so you'd have to tip toe around and feel bad about making any sound or turning the lights on. And then they'd be out all night, dropping in at various times in the a.m making it really hard to sleep.
There was also this kid from Israel who really rubbed me the wrong way. He had the much annoying I'm so cool you don't even understand^attitude found among many travellers. Every thing about him was just too long... His hair was too long, he talked about himself for too long, he used the internet for much too long, he took too long showers and too long poops that left a smell that lingered in my bedroom for too long.
Some people are just so strange. Right now I'm sitting next to a guy with head phones on who keeps laughing out loud and clapping his hands while looking at porn.. At a hostel.
But yeah, Dylan's birthday today and I think we are going to go have Cuban food tonight. The restaurant the ladies at Musicology recomended seemed better, but since we moved out of there I don't want to go back and ask for directions. Good thing he's not too picky about his food, my dearest.
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