I don't exactly remember where I was when I took this picture. Except for that I was in the Netherlands, in a city, in the north. This is the only picture you will see from my trip from the Netherlands. Because it was crappy out every day I was there. And my pictures were crap.
Stalking this sheep was exactly like the Discovery channel. Then this thing flashed some fangs and came chasing after me. And I'm like, "oh fuck" and I ran. But it kept gaining on me. I could hear the bloodsucking feind right behind me. Then it got ahold of my leg and slammed me into the ground and started eating my organs. It turns out it was a zombie sheep. And now I'm a zombie, too.
You have to walk up backwards with your eyes closed. Then you make a wish. Like not to die being a tourist.
We were completely and utterly lost when I took this. Star and I were in the residential district and there wasn't a church or square to be found to navigate by.
On the Grand Canal, from the gondola ride. You can see half of the Rialto Bridge on the back of the picture. It is the beautiful bridge that crosses the Grand Canal in Venice. There are only 3 or 4 bridges that cross it.
I took this picture off the Rialto Bridge. This may have been before my lunch of pizza on the bridge.
Someone has gas in the public library where I'm getting my wifi fix. You bitches better appreciate this.
On top of a churchy building. I liked the way the sun was hitting them. My picture is crap, though.
The people feed the birds in the square. They infest the place. I'm surprised it isn't covered in shit.
These are some boats in the fishing village of Dingle. Yeah, you can't see the village in this shot. But I assure you, there are shops and houses. Really, it is very touristy. I think the fish smell might be fake.
This is taken from the top of Blarney Castle (where they hide the Blarney Stone).
It was a pretty day. I am a sucker for a skyline. Especially one with a parabola building.
This is the reconstructed theater from the inside. Yeah, word on the street was that an American rebuilt it.
I toured the engine room of the bridge. It was fantastic. Because I'm a dork. And I also did the Science Museum the same day. And there were school children everywhere. And I smurf-kicked one of them. Then the teacher was all like "Damn American girls. Don't they teach you how to play footie?" And I was like "Footie? You mean soccer?"
Yes, that church is inflateable. This was in Leicester Square. I was buying theater tickets and snow crashed when I saw this. I barely missed getting a picture of the bride.
The inventor of the jet engine has a plaque in Westminster Abby. I was way more interested in that than in Churchill's... or was it Cromwell's... see. That's what I'm talking about.
I have an inability to focus on just one thing at a time. I need to be held accountable.
