I think I flipped off the German Police.

I’m home. It’s so good to be back. Happy Independence Day, by the way, America.

( So I was called out by the German Police in the airport. )

My body is convinced it is midnight, and it is hinting at shutting down right now. It’ll be difficult to get away with, as my parents want to pin me down and do college stuff right now. I went to sleep at 10:00 PM and woke wide awake up at 5:00 AM. Seven hours of restless sleep is not what I expected after having not really slept for 48 hours. The last night before the commute I think I maybe got a cumulative of one hour of sleep, given all of the spirited partying and the fact that my roommate locked me out so I had to sleep on a rather cold couch.

Oh, I was definitely in Berlin the night Depeche Mode was playing, but I didn’t get to go see them. Boo. I’d trade them for Death Cab anyday. I thought missing them in London by a week was bad enough. I did see the Blue Man Group for the first time, though, which was an awesome show. As much as I would have loved to be swinging my arms and yelling an encore rendition of “Everything Counts” with thousands of drunk Germans, I enjoyed the show immensely. Didn’t understand any of the spoken or written jokes, but most of the show is sans dialogue anyway. It’s badass. The music was excellent; I’m definitely going to get my hands on a copy somehow. Most shows I admittedly get antsy and hope it ends, regardless of how good it is, but I did not notice two hours go by. I did have that song stuck in my head the rest of the trip, though. I really hope the Playing the Angel tour has a DVD release, as the Phoenix show, at least, was amazing.

I have some-odd 1500 pictures to mine through. Maybe I’ll post some once I’ve given them a go-through.

Oh, if anybody remembers my graduation necklace from my parents, it definately fell off in Berlin. Fuck.

Oh, I finished Perdido Street Station this morning (the book zoe_sama sent me for Christmas), and it is staggering. Creative in the manner of things that are half-intuition, half-brilliance. Cool. Plain, freaking the-stuff-of-intellectual-dreams, but also goddamn well-written. Not at all pretentious or smacking of pseudo-intellectualism. Think Cowboy Bebop-styled writing and dialogue, but grittier and harder and darker and more cyberpunk, with a heavier science fiction angle.

( In other news, I'm actually going to do one of these drabble-request memes. )

Uh.

So, I lay down for a short nap at about 5:00 PM, and was suddenly awakened by a phone call from xcerebraledemax in California. At 10:20 PM.

I just slept through the Fourth of July. Yes, fireworks and everything.

I've got to get my sleep schedule righted.

Edit: OMG it's storming, and there's nothing like a summer storm in the desert. It's beautiful, and everything smells distinctive and clean for a while after.