I wrote a book while I was in Europe. It’s the story of the trip, it’s really great haha. You’ll read it someday. In the beginning of the book, on the very first page, I decided that it would be appropriate to write something… a dedication. And I chose my father.

“To my father… for making dreams into realities… because there aren’t enough words of grattitude, I dedicate this to you.”

Without him, I would have never been able to do everything I did, see everything I saw, and live everything I lived in my month in Europe. How many people in the world are lucky enough to be able to spend an entire month in Europe with their best friend? The things you learn there, the things you experience… last a lifetime. I am forever in debt for this opportunity and I will never forget it.

I went to Europe, hoping to find more clarity; hoping to find an answer to whether I would like to live there and study there. But here I am, one week after I returned home, and clarity is nowhere to be found. Everything is a blur to me.

Oz and I went through so much in a month of it being just us two in Europe. And I miss him… For those of you who don’t know, the trip was supposed to end by me saying goodbye to Oz in Manchester airport and flying back home. But it didn’t end this way. Oz surprised me and bought the seat next to mine and flew back to Puerto Rico with me for 5 days. The best surprise he could have ever given me, so unexpected, so thoughtful, so meaningful. Seriously, goodness gracious. He left on Sunday morning to go sailing with his dad.

And so, I find myself back home without my best friend, whom I have seen everyday for the past 5 weeks, whom I have eaten breakfast, lunch, and dinner with, whom I have shared tears and laughter with, and I find it so strange. Through the entire month our friendship was tried and tested by different obstacles, and in the end we ended up closer and better friends than we could have ever hoped or imagined. At least, that’s how I feel. I don’t know about oz, he’s probably forgotten about Europe all together, that boy forgets everything, I swear.

I told oz, “If we’re going to keep on being friends, we’re going to have to be rich with quickness.” And it’s true, because seriously now, this is the world’s most expensive friendship. We have to fly halfway across the world in order to spend time, and Lord knows that it isn’t cheap. However… these obstacles make me value our friendship that much more, they make me realize how special “the easy vibe” is. It makes me incapable of ever taking this friendship for granted.

The mixture of all these things made Europe into what it was. Much more than an architectural enrichment opportunity, much more than a cultural exposure trip… it was the perfect European adventure. Every city different than the last; every morning, a different adventure for us. We saw everything, went to so many places, but all these things wouldn’t have meant as much if it weren’t for our friendship. Going up to the Eiffel Tower is an amazing thing… but going up to the Eiffel Tower with your best friend for the very first time… that is priceless [well not literally, because you still have to pay a million dollars to go up]. I could have gone by myself, just like he could have gone by himself, and the same monuments would have been there, the same buildings would still be there, the same galleries would still be open… All equally as impressive to a person who is alone, than to a person who is accompanied. You go there not expecting the things that you face, Europe takes control of everything and it has a funny way of surprising you. Europe will give you the time of your life. It just does that. But one’s first time in Europe is never forgotten and is always special. It’s who you’re with that fully makes the experience. And I’m glad that my first time in Europe won’t be forgotten not only for everything that I saw… but furthermore, because of who I went with and what we made Europe out to be.

ps. The pictures are incredible aren’t they?!

I’m off, my pretties! I’m flying to England this afternoon and I am VERY excited about this trip. I’ve been wanting to do this for a very very long time, and I’m really blessed to be able to finally do so…. and… and… okay, see, I had this whole blog written out in my mind this afternoon but right now I can’t thing straight, man. I just can’t. I’m sleepy and stuff lol. I was completely inspired today when I saw America’s Next Top Model and saw the Puerto Rican girl….

….Jaslene,take home the contract with Elite Model Management, the 100 thousand dollar contract with Cover Girl and the cover and spread in Seventeen Magazine.

I was like “Hey. I might not have won a kick ass competition, and I may not be famous, and I may not have the cover a magazine, but I’m going to Europe, that’s pretty cool.” So I went on this whole mentail trip and started thinking of some really neat things to say, I swear, they were all cool sounding and serious, but I just can’t remember any of it. How horrible is that? I am a horrible person. I am. Only a horrible person would forget his own gratuity speech, sweet Lord.

It’s supposed to be somewhere deep within my heart still or something, I don’t know. lol. I’m grateful man, I’m grateful. I’m going to Europe for a month with one of my best friends who I am lucky to have in the first place. I’m going to be in EUROPE seeing all of the things that I’ve been taught in my history of architecture classes. It’s gonna be fun. It is going to be fun. lol.

I’m going to look like crap when I get out of the plane I’m sure, so I’m not really looking forward to that. Oh, you know you can’t bring toothpaste on board the plane? Ok seriously, what’s up with that, cuz I know we had the whole 911 issue back in ‘79 or whenever it happened, I can’t remember anymore, but shit, it’s an 800 hour flight and people need their toothpaste you know? Are we PROVIDED with American Airlines brand toothpaste? That would seem like the logical solution no? If you don’t let me bring my own tube of toothpaste, then please provide me with one of your own, because seriously. Morning breath, people. Morning breath. And, yeah, it’s called hygiene.

You know what I’m not looking forward to? I’m not looking forward to facing the horrible Hostel stories I’ve been fed. I’m hoping the Good Lord will watch over me and oz and simply upgrade us to some Hostel that doesn’t require us to share a bathroom with the rest of the floor or something like that. Oh and I hope no cockroaches follow me to Europe. Can everyone just please say this prayer with me… “Sweet Jesus, I ask that you please not let Regner and Oz stay at a cockroach [and here you may start naming other VERMIN and/or PESTS that may torment my existance] infested hostel when they arrive in Europe. I also pray that they may have their own bathroom, as it is dangerous and disgusting to share a bathroom with 30 people. Amen.”

Catch ya’ when I cross the freaking Atlantic Ocean.

xo Regner

I’m not exactly sure when the fact that I’m going to England on Monday is going to sink in, but there are four days left until my plane leaves and it feels like I’m leaving next month or something lol. But no. No, Regner, you leave in four days. And sometimes when I realize this, I feel butterflies in my stomach.

Not so many butterflies, that I feel like throwing up, though. I speculate that by now, I have 3 butterflies living within me. I also speculate that one of two things will happen come Monday. Either mooooooooore butterflies will move in to my tummy, or the three that live within me currently will go CRAZY and flutter like there’s no tomorrow. But one’s things for sure, Monday will be a BIG day and the excitement will be alot lol. I’m meeting some friends that live in England, so that’s exciting. I’m also meeting oz’s family lol. And that’s a bit scary cuz you know… it’s another country, another culture, another lifestyle and I’m like… Puerto Rican, not British. lol.

I’ve begun preparing the list of items I can’t leave without, and I almost forget to write down the word UMBRELLA. Which, taking my luck into consideration, should be the FIRST thing written down. But don’t worry, I’ve written it down now. I’m not stupid. lol. ~is sure that he will forget to bring the umbrella anyway, and will have to buy yet another 16 thousand dollar umbrella somewhere else~

I haven’t seen oz since September, which isn’t toooooooooo long ago, but still, a considerable time. 9 months it’s been, and alot changes in 9 months and we might even hate each other when the time comes. No, I joke. I’m such a joker sometimes. lol. You can ask my professors.

Did you know that my History of Architecture professor actually asked me to “Please continue coming to my class and making your interventions…” because I’m just that entertaining. He knows that without me, class is a tad less fun. However, this is irrelevant in our current story.

Anyway my semi-charmed kind of life has officially gone into full effect. This summer is supposed to be the most amazing summer of my life so I’m planning on enjoying it whole-heartedly. It’s the summer of dreams, or so it seems, because everything is going right and summers like these… will probably never happen again lol. New dream car, a trip to Europe for a month all expenses paid for by my FATHER [hearts], passing all my classes at school, no need to take summer classes, coming back home after an incredible month to be with my family and friends, sharing what I learned in Europe, Gwen Stefani’s concert with my sisters in July, shortly followed by a week at the Hyatt Hotel with my family…. Yeah, things like that don’t happen often. lol.

This means that summer will FLY.

ANYWAY…. now I leave you with the latest conversation between oz and I. Cuz I want to. lol.

mr says:
u know you arrive on the TUESDAY???

[reggles] says:
i LEAVE on monday

[reggles] says:
i arrive on the 5th. i told you this. over and over and over again.

mr says:
ive been planning on it being monday. i was misled

[reggles] says:
by yourself. you have only yourself to blame.

[reggles] says:
we’ve waited 9 months, a day doesn’t really matter much. plus, that was your fault cuz you didn’t check the calender.

[reggles] says:
WOW, I’m seriously never wrong.

[reggles] says:
Or at fault.

Ladies and Gentelmen, a moment of your attention please… Oz is missing in action. This post is to spread awareness that Oz has not uploaded any information to Oziz in MONTHS. lol. Please find him and say hi on my behalf.

My roommate is missing. I know, I know… she’ll be back soon or something, but seriously I have no idea where she is. She’s been gloomy and stressed lately and she and I haven’t been talking much, so I expect the worst.

Yesterday when we were in the kitchen I, being ever so charismatic, started talking.

-”Joixa, Oz asked me how you were doing.”
-”He did? What’d you say?”
-”That you were fine, that we haven’t talked much and that you’ve been in a bad mood lately.”
-”I’m not in a bad mood, I’ve just been depressed.”

-DIES- Well helloooo, why didn’t I know about this?!

-”What are you depressed about?!”
-”I just need a vacation!”

I guess Joixa has taken UP that vacation, that little princess, because I don’t know where she could be. See, tonight I went to my friend Maria’s apartment to go watch America’s Next Top Model, because LORD knows that show rocks in so many levels. Seriously, it’s candy to me. My sisters and I are in love with it, we are. I love it more though :)

The marathons?! OH GOD! I could sit there all day couch potatoeing, drinking lukewarm water, mouth wide open staring at the tv. I do not grow weary, I just don’t. There’s something about that show that just elates my soul you know? The pictures they take there are unbelievable. And Tyra Banks?? Tyra Banks. How can we BEGIN to comprehend the wonder that IS Tyra Banks? If I had one wish in this life, it would be to dine with the beautiful Tyra Banks.

AND also.. to find my roommate. Ok maybe not to find my roommate, I’m sure she’ll turn up eventually. Hell, I’m not throwing away the opportunity to date Tyra Banks fo’ NOBODY. Especially if they’re gonna turn up ANYWAY. Don’t get me wrong, I’m worried, but I’m sure she’s fine. I’m sure she’s alive. I hope so. Cuz yeah… when I got back from watching America’s Next Top Model, I noticed that her purse, bag, and cel phone were in her room. But her body wasn’t.

Soooo…. I started thinking and at that moment I understood. “Oh my God, she killed herself.” That’s when I started checking the apartment. I went to the bathroom and prepared for the worst, I am not even kidding. I creeped up to the shower and grabbed the curtain and went all dramatic opening it up, nervously expecting to see her BODY thrown in the tub, blood and all.

Thankfully her body isn’t there. I haven’t checked the closets, but hell, who would kill themselves in a closet, seriously. Moving ON.

I DO hope Joixa is enjoying Aruba or Barbados or wherever she’s flown of to on her broom, that witch. Where she’s at right now, butterflies are braiding her curly hair. The moon shines oh so brightly upon her beautiful radiant eyes… and men in loinclothes fulfill her every whim and desire. This probably means they’re giving her food… that girl loves to eat. That’s the life, my friends. That is the life. Anywho, I hope she comes back really soon because the Holidays are coming up and we have to buy a Christmas tree and have our Christmas dinner together and she cannot bail on me for some stupid vacation that she “needs”. Please remind her of this if you see her. I don’t know where she is.

xReggles

Blaaaah.

You may have noticed that I stopped blogging about the latest easy vibe episodes on this site. That’s because I am a slacker. I’ll just let you know that there are many more episodes up on the Tube, we’re up to episode 16 right now! Please check them out, and give us some feedback. Don’t we deserve it?

Take it easy allies x

What a match. Germany 0-0 Italy all the way up to the 119th minute, with the high-tempo match ending in 2-0 to Italy. Grosso broke the stalemate as penalties loomed, with Del Piero cleaning up just one minute later. I’m happy, if surprised, for Italy but also I really feel for the German team and the fans. Hopefully the final on the July 9th will be just as enthralling.

Similar to ebay’s Paypal online payment service, Google checkout allows merchants to conduct business online through embedded checkouts whilst consumers can purchase goods online just by logging into their Google account. It seems to be slightly cheaper than the dominant Paypal service, with a 2% transaction charge plus standard $.20 fee. For sellers using Adwords they can also benefit from a discount proportional to their advertising expenditure.

Google Checkout seems to only be out in the USA right now, hopefully it’ll hop over into the UK and Europe in the near future. For now, here’s a video tour:

The company said more than a million chocolate bars and Easter eggs, weighing as much as 33 double-decker buses and equivalent to a third of Britain’s daily consumption, which were recalled from shop shelves and warehouses will be buried at landfill sites across Britain.

Cadbury’s warned children against embarking on a Charlie And The Chocolate Factory style hunt for the buried confectionery.

Screw that, I’m off to the dump.