apparently only 8% of americans have passports, how crazy is that shit?
so cleveland is covered in snow. it hasn't snowed here yet. london doesn't get a lot of snow, if any. many of the trees here are still decked out in their green foliage. we didn't have a proper autumn, and that kind of bummed me out. but a winter without snow is something i absolutely cannot complain about. i actually miss cleveland, and i never really though i would. it possesses certain charms now that i'm not there. i still don't want to live there when i return to the us, but i definitely want to spend like a month or two soaking up all the cleveland splendor. and i really miss the pals.
london is fantastic. i want to live here again someday, but in my own flat. i love this hostel, the people are great, but i hate the lack of privacy. i'm only here until sometime in february, and i'm not sure what i want to do next. i'd like to go back to italy, and i'm learning italian right now. i've also considered going to france for a bit to stay with a friend there, but i don't speak french, and it's far more difficult than italian. i just don't feel like i'm ready to go back to america. i was watching broken flowers last night, and the scenes of american landscapes just reaffirmed how much i don't want to be there right now. regardless, i suppose that whenever i do decide to come home, it will feel strange. i'm going to live in chicago with joanna next fall, and that feels so far away. sometimes i just want it to be right now. so i can be with my sister. in chicago. but like i said, i don't feel as though i'm ready for that just yet. but there's so much space to fill inbetween and i'm not sure what to do with it...
there were times over this past year where, now, upon reflection, i didn't like the person i was or the way i acted. i wasn't really myself at all. during the manic phase, i was completely unaware that it was a result of a serious mood disorder. that should aliviate my anxiaties somewhat, but it doesn't. the memories of those times still leave me feeling so unsettled. i really hope that i've grown as a person. sometimes i'm not sure.
i decided that i don't like the london tube. there are always delays, there are always problems, and it's so stuffy and confining down there. subway systmes in nyc, boston, and chicago are so much more efficient. i like the buses here so much more. we need more double decker buses in america. also, they're less expensive. although usually i'm able to alter a found bus pass to suit the date i need it to, so i don't have to pay at all.
i finally started buying comics again. i want to make comics. i need to be making things. i feel so much better when i'm being productive and creative.
i'm working a 16 hour shift today. i still have 8 and half hours to go. and i'm already so tired. i should just go get stoned.
london is fantastic. i want to live here again someday, but in my own flat. i love this hostel, the people are great, but i hate the lack of privacy. i'm only here until sometime in february, and i'm not sure what i want to do next. i'd like to go back to italy, and i'm learning italian right now. i've also considered going to france for a bit to stay with a friend there, but i don't speak french, and it's far more difficult than italian. i just don't feel like i'm ready to go back to america. i was watching broken flowers last night, and the scenes of american landscapes just reaffirmed how much i don't want to be there right now. regardless, i suppose that whenever i do decide to come home, it will feel strange. i'm going to live in chicago with joanna next fall, and that feels so far away. sometimes i just want it to be right now. so i can be with my sister. in chicago. but like i said, i don't feel as though i'm ready for that just yet. but there's so much space to fill inbetween and i'm not sure what to do with it...
there were times over this past year where, now, upon reflection, i didn't like the person i was or the way i acted. i wasn't really myself at all. during the manic phase, i was completely unaware that it was a result of a serious mood disorder. that should aliviate my anxiaties somewhat, but it doesn't. the memories of those times still leave me feeling so unsettled. i really hope that i've grown as a person. sometimes i'm not sure.
i decided that i don't like the london tube. there are always delays, there are always problems, and it's so stuffy and confining down there. subway systmes in nyc, boston, and chicago are so much more efficient. i like the buses here so much more. we need more double decker buses in america. also, they're less expensive. although usually i'm able to alter a found bus pass to suit the date i need it to, so i don't have to pay at all.
i finally started buying comics again. i want to make comics. i need to be making things. i feel so much better when i'm being productive and creative.
i'm working a 16 hour shift today. i still have 8 and half hours to go. and i'm already so tired. i should just go get stoned.