Questions to not ask during an initial conversation.

I will be adding and changing this blog post.

Don't ask:
What does your name mean?
What's your name?
What city are you from? How do you like said city compared to current city?
What is your ethnicity?
What do you do for work?
How do you know each other?
How long have you lived here?

Everyone has been asked these questions. They're good to ask to build initial conversation but the real value comes through when you can get people to give answers to questions they haven't thought about. When people start having to thing and going away from their rehearsed answers, you are able to see their logic and how they come up with questions.

Do ask:
What do you do for fun?

The Fall

Elevated, the Thoughtful observes the world left behind and reflects on the memories that still remain. Gazing upon the mortals from his elevated view, he is able to understand interactions which alluded him before. Clouds that blocked his eyes were slowly being pushed away. What puzzled him in his mortal shell, became child's play. For when the Thoughtful gazed upon the mortals, he was able to understand them and in turn understand himself better. All that was required was to gain a new perspective on what he already knew. A perspective that was unattainable wandering the mortal land.

The Thoughtful rigorously observed and processed the mortals, and started to create frameworks to create structure to the seemingly chaotic world. Creating belief systems on how the world operates and how the world should operate. As the clouds dissipated year by year, the Thoughtful became wiser by observing others. Slowly chipping away at the mysteries of existence.

Although the Thoughtful had acquired knowledge unattainable without his new paradigm, an old truth still haunted him. In order to fully understand, one must actively participate in the world, rather than merely observe it. The Thoughtful knew what he needed to do. To return to the land of the mortals, to live there once again with the lessons learned from the paradigm shift. The Thoughtful, jumped down towards his old home, leaving his immortal existence to have it be replaced with another mortal shell. The leap fueled by the hope that he would have a new found appreciation for his one again home, to be able to experience the old with a new set of eyes, and to possibly enlighten the mortals. As his feet touched the mortal land, the Thoughtful ceased to exist, and what remained was the Devil Messiah.

Words to remove in order to reach expression excellence

1. Maybe
2. Soon
3. Hopefully

They mean nothing. They serve no purpose other than having some one be allowed to be indecisive about what they want to do. I want people in my life that are decisive. It's fine if you don't want to do something. If you don't don't say maybe I will come. Clearly say that you won't be able to come. Making decisions is what makes people happy and less anxious, and for me, allows me to plan accordingly. In addition if you make up your mind and make a promise, follow through. End rant.


In addition to the words listed above, I will try to remove the list below from my vocabulary. This will allow me to
1. Be more exact in communicating my thoughts
2. Not use words that can be replaced by other words that better express the situation

Without further ado
1. Shit
2. Good/ Bad
3. Fun/ Boring
4. Funny/ Dull
5. Interesting

Friend Portfolio Optimization

Philosophy:To give a back ground, I made a friend excel because I was chasing after the "wrong" people. Girls that would break my heart. People who weren't good friends. Girls that I didn't have interest in. People that I was bringing up but they weren't bringing me up to the same level. People who were neither fun when I went out with them nor were they funny when I was kicking it with them. This is why the list is made. If I properly allocate my time, maybe I can get to where I want to be. A girl that I enjoy hanging out with, and is hot. Friends who are fun and/or funny hoping for more of ands rather than ors. The idea is where do I want to spend my time with people, and how do I want to spend my time with them.

How to do this:Think of everyone in your life. If you interact with someone, they are in your life and you are spending time on them that could be used doing something else. For example if I get coffee with someone, I could be spending on working out. Going out seeing the world. Meeting new people. These all dictate what kind of person you are. Figure out what you use people for and see if its a worth while investment.

My biggest tip is to be honest with yourself. Don't share the list with others as it will make you start being dishonest. Also this isn't a list you should look at daily but to get a frame work, update on a monthly basis, in your mind and see where you are losing time (this is a very IE exercise where you find where value is being created/lost). Also when I say be honest, I mean be honest with where someone should be. Don't be nice, this is your time and you should use it correctly.

Categories that I have:great friends - 5
good friends - 12
mentor - 3
put in effort - 5
put less effort - 2
phase out - 46 - people who you shouldn't put in any effort with. this should be the biggest bucket
wish list - 4
future successful friends - 21
once in a while contact - 11
work list - got moved to its own excel that i need to clean up
mentees - 3
need to be listed - right now 0

Categories I should add/seem like a good idea:Guys/friends to go out with and have fun with
People you trust
People who have abused your trust

Final thoughts:
When I made my list I realized where I was spending my time. I also realized I didn't have enough mentors so I actively seeked them.

I hope this helped and have fun making your own list. Again, be honest with yourself and stop wasting your time. Its the only thing we have.

Elevation

Drudging across the dark desert with each laborious step. The Thoughtful reminiscing of his journey. Gaining stories and lessons and losing more of his mortal shell. Falls. With no hope laying on the ground, closes his eyes for the fate that awaits him. The darkness creeping upon his fallen body. No companion. No clothes. No possessions. No legacy of his nameless heritage. reliving all of the anguish and love that he had seen in the world. Consciously closing his eyes. Taking a deep breath, letting his lungs fill with the sweet air of the world for the last time. Life is special only because we know it ends, and at this moment the Thoughtful was at the apex of his life. The Thoughtful is dead. Illuminated by the light he had be yearning. His physical body no longer in the land of the mortals, but his thoughts and soul elevated to a higher plane.

PS everything I write/say/ or do, is referring to something else. You have to really know me and the language I speak (takes about a year of talking to me all the time) to really understand it. I also want to point out this might be my masterpiece and I am not going crazy but there is a really good analogy going on here.

Compassion

Tonight I felt(interesting word for me) a traumatic experience. Coming out of a bar a pigeon laying on the ground. I see the pigeon taking flight and heading straight towards a wall. The pigeon hits the wall and falls to the floor. Everyone on awe. I go to the pigeon pick it up. In my head I am thinking the pigeon will be alright. In my head hesitating on if I should take it home and nurse it back to health. Everyone around me is freaking out. Some taking picture of me holding a sick bird. Another person takes the pigeon from me. The pigeon obviously sick and hurt, turns over and what appears to be a drunk girl drops the bird. The bird turns over and dies. This is the first time I have ever seen anything die. I don't feel anything. What was disturbing was the conversation that was around. A moron is telling the drunk girl to throw the bird and it will fly. Clearly being a dick about the situation and knowing that the pigeon will only fall again. Another person speaking of how the right thing is to "stomp" the pigeons head and let it go of its misery.

I am shocked by the lack of compassion for the bird from fellow humans. I looked into the birds eyes. Looking dead and dazed. Innocent of what is around it. Gasping for life. The crowd showing no compassion. Someone suggests putting it in the bushes and its the best place where it would heal. Even me, I was afraid to bring it back to my place although I knew it was the right thing to do (I don't think I wouldn't have brought it back, knowing that I possibly let something die).

During my trip on my birthday I learned what compassion meant. Although in my memory, it still haunts me. How we treat the poor and homeless as if they are something less than us. Not human. Showing no compassion. It hurts me to pass up a homeless person every day. The feeling of rejection they might feel as if they aren't human or deserving of life. This is the most powerful feeling that I have, and possibly the only.

I think to myself how could the crowd show no compassion towards an animal that is in pain and dying. The greatest thing you can do to anyone before they die isn't to put them out of their misery, but rather show them compassion and showing them that they matter. I hope when I am dying, people show that I am important in this world and not a infested object. Compassion is the what makes us humans. I wish for a world filled with compassion and love.

Companion

A dreaded journey through the darkness. A subtle glance back upon the steps behind him. The Thoughtful moving east in search of warmth. Months pass on his journey until he sees another desolate soul. A wise woman. Subtle wrinkles signifying her passionate life. Crooked smile signifying her misguided charm.

"What is your purpose?" - her smile turning

"To find warmth." - a definitive answer

"I can offer companionship in the desert.I have snakes to keep you company"

"Why would I want a companion? This is my own journey."

"You seek warmth. Such things are best found with a whole heart."

"I understand"

She offers a large snake. Jet black with glowing eyes. Frightening yet soothing. Subtle wrinkles signifying her passionate life. Battle wounds from past failures mark its body. The Thoughtful is intrigued, but then sees another snake upon the enchantresses cloak. A baby snake. No wounds. No wrinkles. Pure. Tessellation of triangles over its body. Exuding a level of comfort.

"I want that one."

"I would advise against that."

"It's what my heart desires."

"I would not judge a man's heart. In time you might learn the lesson, but I hope that day never comes." Moving her hand on his shoulder. The snake sailing onto his shoulder as if it belong there.

Life Prepares You For Death

Born.
Get a pet.
Play with pet.
Pet dies.
Gain perspective on death.
Go to college.
Find true love.
Feel content.
Fall out of love.
Feel empty.
Gain perspective on death.
Find true love again.
Get married.
Have kids.
Buy a pet for kids to teach perspective on death.
Grandmother is ill.
Grandmother passes away.
Gain perspective on death.
Get grandchildren.
Grandfather is ill.
Grandfather passes away.
Gain perspective on death.
Mother is ill.
Mother passes away.
Grasp death.
Father is ill.
Father passes away.
Next in line.
Love is sick.
Love passes away.
First in line.
Fall sick.
Gain perspective on life.
Prepared for death.
Die.

Fun v Funny

We know when activity is fun and when a situation is funny. Now what happens when we try to categorize people based on if they are fun or funny? Wellllllll LETS SEE

Fun:
- Down to hang out and do anything
- Enjoys the moment
- Enjoys the situation no matter how shitty
- Thinks of how to make the situation funner(real word)
- Thinks of new fun things to do, doesn't like routine
- Slightly sheytoon (this is devilish in Farsi, but the Farsi word really captures the meaning)

Funny:
Being funny is a lot harder to categorize. You should know if someone is funny or not. In my mind, the more complex the joke and thought structure, the funnier that person is. The most important part is that just because people laugh at you, it doesn't mean that you are actually funny... you have to make people laugh and not at your own expense.

Combinations:
This is pretty simple but what happens when you have a combination of the two categories? Who in your life is fun but not funny? Who is neither? Think about it... EVERYONE CAN BE CATEGORIZED.

If you are neither, then I am sorry for you. Naturally people will take on one role to be able to survive our social structure and be accepted. Those who overcome the barriers of just being one will rise and be fun and funny. Sometimes though, a funny person may choose to not be fun. It all depends on each pereson's comfort level.

Now what to do with your friends once you have categorized them? Well if we adapt the famous BCG matrix to this argument the answer is simple

Kill the not fun+not funny friends. Simple as that.

Blinding Light

A small tear in the top of the tent, giving enough space for a ray of light to brighten up his eyes. Each day, the Thoughtful Clown plays over the memories of the past. Cheerful plays that bring a smile to his face. In an empty,dark and lonely tent the only thing that brings him a moment of sanity is the ray of light that warms his soul. Years go by, isolated. Without outside disturbance. The Thoughtful Clown perfecting his unbalanced art. Slowly creeping into insanity. Years go by, isolated. Without outside disturbance, content. Then one day, waiting for the ray of light to creep into his tent of insanity, the light doesn't arrive. Confused. The Thoughtful Clown, creeps out of his tent. To his shock, there is no light outside of his tent. The Thoughtful Clown lays outside of his tent waiting for light. Time passes. Starts to search for an answer in the dark. Time passes. Slowly creeping into lunacy. Time passes. He wallows to a standing position. Cleans his makeup. Takes off his costume. Heads East* taking only his burden in search of light.

*In reality its North, but East makes more sense.

Eve of my 25th birthday

Twenty five. Such a mathematically trivial number. There is no beauty in the number twenty five. Just another number like eighteen or thirty four, but some how it represents so much when its tagged along with someones ages. There is nothing special that happens when you turn twenty five. You don't get your first car, you don't get to "break" any more rules. You don't even get a birthday cake anymore. But somehow the twenty fifth birthday holds a lot of weight. I dare say, it might be the prelude to adulthood. For the first time, the pessimistic aura that is associated with growing older is materialized. Having lived through a quarter of your life*. As if death is quickly creeping up. I've always thought this was the secret to growing up, and the death of your youth. The simple realization that there is a promise of death waiting for all of us.

This realization means the world to the enlightened. No longer do we have the luxury of waiting. We can't sample every experience and then if we still haven't found the right flavor, we can still keep seeking. Life becomes less about waiting and more about action. Less about hoping for something and more about pursuit.

A quarter of your life has been lived. Such a simple but powerful statement. I won't sit here and say that I have fully understood this. I hope I will soon. I still won't talk to a girl because of my insecurities. I won't fight for something that I desire to have. I won't utilize my time, to get what I want... or better yet, simply make up my mind about what I want.

Now what does this all mean? How will I live my life? I hope I become more judicious and selfish with my time. I care less about what could happen and rejection. I hope I appreciate my friends and family more. I suck the life out of every second. I don't do something that I don't have a passion for. That when I look back after having lived "half" of my life, I know that I shouldn't be afraid of the future because I have a past that I have been proud of to call wholly mine and a bright future that will do myself justice. I will ward off the pessimism that comes with another notch being added to your body and see the glass as half empty but rather waiting to be filled.

*its quarter of a century and not life, but damn it, I will live to 100

Life in excess

I arrive at my hotel. Greeted with smiles. Check in. 26th floor. Take the elevator. Arrive at my room. I am greeted with a sign that reads "Executive Suite". 

What I am greeted by is the largest hotel room I have ever had the pleasure of opening the door to. A standard bed room. Two queen beds. Large screen TV. But what shocked me was the living room. Nothing amazes me anymore. I think I have done it all. Everything, every location, every person, every pretty face, and every conversation, I feel like I have felt it before and have felt it better than I could ever in the future. But when I saw the living room I was amazed. It was nothing special. A large L shaped couch. A large flat screen TV. A table on the other side. None of which I used or hardly touched during my stay. But still I was amazed. At this moment I realized this was the life I had dreamed of. Not the good life, not the privileged life, but life in excess.

The rest of my stay included have my own office on the 34th floor. Equipped with a C shaped desk, two leather chairs. two walled view, and a small desk with three chairs around it, in case I were to call a meeting. None of which i deserved or let alone needed. It was nice to have it all even if it wasn't meant to be. Going to a restaurant where our dinner cost 70 per head (seventy dollar dinners don't seem a big deal anymore) and of course, having cigars at a cigar bar. All in excess to what I need. 

As I walked back towards my elevator, I see my other companions in the life of excess. I see their glowing smiles. Their carefree attitude about the future and more importantly for me, the carefree atitude towards the present. Blissfully enjoying their life of excess. I remember a time where I didn't know of such a life. There were more nos than yeses. Not in this dream. Everything was a yes. Everything was free.

As I've learned all dreams are temporal. Relish in your temporal dream. Ride the happiness. Live life in excess and forget about the present.

TSP... SEE OTHERS KNOW ABOUT IT

The Circus Manager.

The circus tent raises. The town is filled with curiosity. Wondering what will be inside the tent. What marvels will come. The manager of the circus boasts to the people of the wonders that awaits. Crowds line up for miles and miles. The manager puts on his mask and invites the audience inside his crazy show filled with  wonders of Europe, people from all around the world, music to sooth the ears, shows of fear, sadness, love, and longing. The circus show ends. The crowd leaves. All that is left is the manager and his empty tent, left with only the memories of the show. The manager takes off his mask. Walks alone into his tent. Finally being able to be himself, starts to search for answers in his empty tent. No eyes. No worry. Just his thoughts and longing memory of a cheerful day.

The End of Not Only TSP But of My Youth (I am dramatic)

Song:

Back to Paris:
I take the plane from Valencia to Paris. The plane lands. As the people stand up to get their bags, I swear to god, the first thing this guy does is pop his collar.

Really though, its a leather jacket and its not even cold. Only a Parisian would pop any collar. Go meet Seppy outside of France (hate the RER. Costs 9 Euros to get to Agha Rabbie's place. I could Bolt bus ANYWHERE with that much. I miss how cheap Spain is). Agha Rabbie takes us to my last French lunch where we joke about how the only thing I've learned is cruche d'eau (pitcher of water).

LOOK HOW BIG THE STAKE IS.
Also Frenchies eat French Fries with  everything

This is also where Seppy's uncle gave me the best compliment ever... that I ate like French people... 200 years ago. I felt so cultured. Then Seppy and I decided to go to...

DISNEY LAND. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. BE JEALOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Best way to spend the last day in Paris. My flight was at 10:30. So remember how I said I bought a one way ticket. Well my good friend's (Chris dos Santos) dad works for Delta so I buddy passed that. My flight went from Paris to Cin and then to NYC. Now this is all standby so nothing is guaranteed.... but the flights seemed pretty open. Seppy and I head to the airport

This is how we got enough money to go back.

AND THEN THE CRAZIEST THING HAPPEND.
On the train we saw Arya's doppelganger

This made us miss Arya TONS. So sad that he left before I got back from Spain. On the train Seppy said that he loved me (obvs I didn't say it back cause if I did he would stop loving me) and kept saying that he missed me but really its only 5 months. Missing people is for people who are sad. I don't miss, I just am.

We said our good byes and I knew this was the last time I would see him in 5 months. I arrive at the airport. Get my standby ticket. The counter person asks me if I want to pay 40 euros to upgrade to first class. I say sure why not. Pay the extra money (this comes in to play a little bit later and how I hate delta. Never try to upgrade with a buddy pass). I get my boarding pass and go through customs. Feeling all boujie being in the first class line.

Coming to a airport near you. Automated boarder control. So cool.

I get through security and sit there to see if i get on the plane. The flight seemed super opened and tons of first class seats.... wait and get a first class seat. I was sooooo happy. First class on a 10 hour flight is the bossest thing you can think of. I board the flight. Take my seat in first class. Reflect on all the things that happened in Europe. Relax and take in the last few sights of Paris from the air

Song(thank you Dan not Arya):

Wait... thats not what happend:
SO I really didn't get on first class. I didn't even get through security. What happend was that I only got a receipt for my ticket. I had no idea. I was able to convince the people on the line for customs that it was a real ticket (I am so charming) but when it wouldn't scan in the security side... I was screwed. Especially since I had wasted so much time. So I had to go all the way back to the ticket counter to check in, but by that time it was too late.... I had missed my flight.
So I go back to Seppy. We decide to take hipster pictures. I think the most hipster picture of Seppy I have ever taken is

Then we go to meet up with Lillian and her friend Corinna.

Corinna:
I don't have a picture of her but if you had to imagine what she looked like this is how it would be

Corinna lives in Berlin, which is apparently the center of culture now (no). Now what makes Corinna such a hipster.

• Her clothing
• She had a scarf... which she stole from a lost and found. Smelled like smoke.
• She had a belt on that was super skinny and served no practical purpose... didn't even look good
• She was wearing her aunt's sweater that was 40 years old.... her aunt's dead now
• apparently its cool to go into your parents old clothing and find something to wear. Hipsters are so weird... yet cool
• She was from Berlin
• she told me about the different areas of Berlin with hipsters
• Was going to start work at Citi as a banker
• Only because it was ironic

Other than being really really weird she had some good ideas especially regarding immigration.

• Why do you put the people who try to come here in jail
• They're motivated to come into a country and work... make them work. Don't make them go to jail and take up more state funds
• In order to fix healthcare and the old people, make these people work for a euro/ hour.
• Destroy east germany
• Its a waste. There is nothing there.

We talk about all these things, while Sepanta and Lilian talk about bunnies and colored elephants(am I incapable of having a non serious discussion?)

We have Pho

Best pho I've ever had.

The trip back:
So get to airport. The plane is empty. I am like yes... Ill get first class, no. Because of weight bs they put me in coach. I was so pissed even though all of first class was empty. 18 hours later I come back to Atlanta and my European trip ends and real life begins

Song (from the best 4th chapter of any movie saga):

Post Europe Analysis (in hyper bullet points because I think thats the best way to go about the end):

• Contrast between US and Europe
• Europeans are more interesting
• Speak more languages
• Been to more places
• A little bit more adventurous
• More willing to talk to you and learn about what you're about
• Americans seem plain
• I've only been to Cincinnati and Atlanta
• I feel more open in US maybe cause I speak the language and have my phone back
• My phone
• I missed having it (if anyone knows me I love my phone)
• I learned I can live without it and not freak out
• What Ive learned
• How to be more social
• To start a conversation with someone about nothing
• Still don't like it
• French are cold
• Pleasure in pain and thought
• Spanish are passionate
• Just always have emotion about anything
• Guys just want the love
• Germans are mechanical
• Use the word efficient a lot
• Def don't care as much as French or Spanish about love
• Met great people
• Saw a lot of great architecture
• Over all a good experience
• B+, caues didnt get to see everyone i wanted to and see all the places i wanted to see
• I still don't get travel
• People are all the same. Lifes a bore. Blah blah blah :-)
• Place I still want to go
• Rome
• Very historic
• Want to see the buildings
• London
• They speak English
• Such a huge plus
• Berlin
• Land of hipsters
• Marrakesh
• Cheap
• Arabs
• Hind <3
• Naples
• Best pizza 
• Was thee when i was young for green card
• Prague? 
• Everyone says its pretty
• Who wants to come with me?

Blog War Update:
I won. Sorta. I wanted to have more followers than Roshan and Sepanta but I have 34 followers Roshan has 30 and Seppy has 25. I was off but I still have more followers than both of them... and Roshan still hasn't "followed" me. The second thing was that I said I would have more views than Seppy. Well I did this. Currently I have 3742 views in a month(should be up to 4k by the end of all this) while seppy probs has 3300 in about 5 months. Domination. I didn't know this until I got a blogger but it shows you stats of your viewers. Time to share.

But honestly I get excited every time Roshan and Seppy update so if this competition made them post more then I am happy. I think they're blogs are better than mine. Statistics don't mean everything int he world (<- did i just say that?)

Statistics mean EVERYTHING:
Overview:

This is a time line of views during the past month. The peaks are where I posted + whored out my blog on facebook and gmail.

Posts:

Why am I here and why is the name of my blog not f... Dec 12, 2010, 5 comments 121 Pageviews Leather Up! It's going to be legen... wait for it.... Jan 8, 2011, 10 comments 114 Pageviews Ascension to the Heavens where I will claim my thr... Dec 27, 2010, 8 comments 92 Pageviews I can taste victory. I hope its ever lasting... li... Jan 10, 2011, 9 comments 90 Pageviews I went to Strausburg before it got all touristy. Dec 31, 2010, 9 comments 85 Pageviews Brussels is for hypsters. Dec 23, 2010, 7 comments 84 Pageviews OSG... check. Still working on falling out of love... Dec 18, 2010, 10 comments 81 Pageviews New Years in Morocco Jan 6, 2011, 8 comments 79 Pageviews I leave you with a few words of wisdom Dec 14, 2010, 4 comments 78 Pageviews What happens when you cross a smaller Las Vegas wi... Dec 22, 2010, 7 comments 76 Pageviews

Nothing will beat the original post. Leather Up was amazing so its second.

Traffic Sources:

http://lostinfrancenation.blogspot.com/ 28 http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftspingthrougheurope.blogspot.com%2F&h=54d7a 9 http://pingywebedition.somee.com 8 http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftspingthrougheurope.blogspot.com%2F&h=0e86c 6 http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftspingthrougheurope.blogspot.com%2F&h=0d30c 5 http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftspingthrougheurope.blogspot.com%2F&h=65f44 5 http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftspingthrougheurope.blogspot.com%2F&h=8eb62 5 http://by158w.bay158.mail.live.com/mail/InboxLight.aspx?n=139824128 4 http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftspingthrougheurope.blogspot.com%2F&h=31d12 4 http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Ftspingthrougheurope.blogspot.com%2F&h=5e374 4

Thank you Seppy. SUCKERRRR

Audience:
This is the best one. It tells you who has been stalking you.

Pageviews by Countries United States 2,261 France 627 Canada 253 Spain 135 Italy 118 Germany 89 Netherlands 56 United Kingdom 36 Switzerland 35 Japan 35

I also I got countries such as Belgium, Iran, Slovenia, UAE, India, Singapore, and I am not sure who else.

I want to know who is Singapore and Slovenia!??!?!?! Also UAE(tara?)?

What i am diong with rest of my life:

• Moving to DC
• Come kick it with me
• Starting a job
• Consulting
• Kind of afraid to do so

Update on goals:

• Have fun with sister
• Done
• Become closer friends with Seppy and not want to kill each other
• Done
• Both still alive
• Well not his blog
• He said he loves me
• See Arya's hipster gear
• Hes so hipster
• So hipster he said he didn't want any pictures of himself in Europe cause only mainstreamers take pictures of themselves while travelling. Travelling is NBD
• Make a short film of my trips and maybe a movie? Although looks unlikely.
• Failed
• Me and Sep had great film idea
• NBA
• It can never be made unless Seppy's heart is broken
• Expand my mind.
• Failed. Ask me about this in person.
• Fall in love and out of love.
• Fell deeper in love and fell even more out of love
• Have great memories
• Took about 1k pictures
• Couch Surf
• Yes and no, knew the person
• OSG
• Kobe!
• Have fun
• Always (other than Amsterdam)

Lies I've told on this blog:

• Arya sorry, no OSG
• Roshan sorry, Arya didn't come
• Arya sorry, no Tatiana
• Everyone sorry, we didnt go to Disney land. we saw Somewhere in the theater. It was bad(Seppy will disagree). Don't see it.
• Barcelona sorry, I just realized my leather jacket was actually not leather :(. My whole post was a fail.

Special thanks:

Thank you all for reading my blog and being supportive. I would thank everyone but honestly its way too many people. I will try though

• Seppy for giving me good stories. Keeping me entertained and helping me out with blog songs
• Roshan, thank you for ideas that I stole from your blog to make my blog. Only did this cause i was intimidate by your blog
• Naz, thanks for harassing me about me posting
• Soroosh, thank you for opening my post, looking at pictures and not reading anyting
• Khaleh, thank you for asking me to update. Love the love
• Nadia R, thank you for editing my post... once. You failed me. English failed me
• Mom, for reading my blog and giving me money
• Ali, for texting me randomly asking me how I was doing
• Arya, for playing along. Jaat khelie bood
• Idin for the boss ass as guide to Barcelona and being an inspiration for my life
• Cvo for reading my blog although you schooling like a boss
• Naseem for putting my blog on her to do list... and reading a few things <3
• Mana for actually reading my blog and not hating too much
• Afsoon for pretending to not care
• I know you care
• Shaudi for following me to get my count up
• Ghavi for reading my shizzle but probs no more izzle
• Pedram for hating on my blog. Its all you know to do
• Beeta for knowing what was going on in my blog. Such good memory OH and for telling me to continue bloggin cause my life is actually intersting
• Taher for finding the craziest thing ever
• I should take your name of the list cause you messed everything up
• Nikita for reading my blog and proving you love me more than Dan
• Dan for telling Roshan you like my blog more
• Nakkisa will get no love cause she has told Seppy that she likes Seppys blog more
• Same with Ramin cause he only skims mine
• Sara MF for reading my blog. SORRY I HAVNT RESPONDDED TO EMAIL. Will do that after this shizzle.
• Sheena for making me excited for DC
• Karim for hating on my but still calling me his hero
• Nima and Reza (they have to be together) for making me think of how to be cheap in life
• Mahtab and Kiyana for putting me over the top in followers count andddddddddd showing me around Madrid
• Yasmin for letting me fall in love with her couch and city
• Melad S for being sneaky
• Melad A for reading my blog
• Raha for her blog, which i read :) although sometimes very confused
• Neda for being possibly my biggest supporter
• Ahmad for loving my food pics
• Tallia for wait you get no thanks until we chase dreams together
• Navid for keeping a blog in Japan and keeping me entertained
• Miriam for being the best Moroccan ever and practically having me write two posts just about her
• Vicky if you read this you get no love cause you messed me up with Mexican
• Lilian for being the coolest german girl I know
• Helen Ho Ho for reading my blog. Didn't know she was dedicated to anything
• Rosa for being my shopping buddy in DC
• If i miss someone, I am sorryyyyyyyyy I really appreciate who ever read any of my blog. Holler back at me

Whats happening to this blog:

Should I keep it? Update once a month? I don't think itll be interesting after. Make a new blog with new name? Maybe its best if I don't then peopel will ask me what I am doing :)

Final words:
Thank you for reading my blog. I love you all. Stay black.

WTF:
Melad: omg  blog time

btw i still dont get the tittle of your blog

 Nima:  so arya was never in europe

you bastard

" How was your trip to Europe? I know if I read your blog I would get all this information but I just don't want to encourage your inflated vanity any more :P:P:P"