Last Post

This post, for all intents and purposes, is going to be my last from London. Tonight is our school's farewell party (raging on from 5:30 to 7:30...I hope I can stay up), and then the place is closed for the weekend, meaning no free internet unless I want to smell like mcShit and sit in McDonalds to use it, and then we pack up and jet out of here on Monday morn.

What a long, strange journey it's been! *you can't see me but I'm wearing a cheesy, condescending smile*

In all seriousness it's been a really good experience for me, and I'm quite interested to see how I come out of it when I'm placed back into real situations that I'm familiar with. It's way too early to tell what I'm going to get out of having been in London for four months, but I'm hoping it's something, because it's so goddamn expensive (thanks to the 'rents, I promise that someday when I'm a billionaire you will get your own seaside mansion and will be set for life).

But as it stands now, I'm looking forward to coming home. I still think of it as home even though I haven't quite lived there in a while. It's a good feeling to know that you're still wanted there, still have a place to sleep and people who care about you, even if at the same time you're itching to break away and start your own life (and by "you" I mean "me"). This is part of a phase that just about everyone has to go through, the awkward transition years (take 2, since I already went through puberty, which was bad enough), but instead of being depressed about it and feeling dreadfully alone, which is absurd, methinks I shall embrace this youthful progression into early adulthood. See how mature I am? See Mom? Look. You're not even looking.

Anyway, there'll be ample time to reflect during the two 6-8 hour plane rides home, and these last few days are exclusively for packing, partying, and saying goodbye. So I'll be boogyin' down til the break of...7:30 tonight, and then it's on to the rest of my life, which, so far, looks pretty good.

Peace,

Adam

Sorry I Forgot About You

Crap, recently I've lost the time or motivation to write any blogs about what I'm doing, what fictional people are doing, or otherwise. However, I did recently visit Paris so it's not all bad. I mean, not for me. You were probably sitting in front of your lonely computer screen refreshing this page begging for some new material to get you through your pathetic excuse for a life. I'm ashamed that those are the only people that read my blog. Ashamed of you.

This is my last week in London and it's a little hard to believe that in 7 days I'll be back home, complaining about having nothing to do and wishing I was somewhere else. I can't wait. I'm one 10-page paper and an absurdly expensive meal of fish and chips away from being done with the fastest four months of my life (besides the ones in early childhood that I don't remember), and I'm sure I'll want to reflect about it and shit sometime soon but right now I've got some more important things to get to so I'll get back to that later.

Until that gorgeously written reflection, I bid ye adieu.

December Descends

For some reason I can't get the blog not to underline everything I write in blue, so do forgive me***edit***it doesn't show up when I post it so you can't see it. But I still felt the need to include it here, to document history. 

This post is to commemorate the entire month of November, during which I succeeded in not shaving my face (or my back (just kidding, I don't shave my back (because I don't have to))) for the duration. Yes, dedicated blog reader, you surely remember the sexy photobooth picture of myself I posted on Halloween*, and here is an equally sexy but more bearded photobooth picture of myself on December 1st, hours before I got an expensive haircut and hot shave at a local barbershop of some repute. It was a long and prosperous month but I must say it is nice to be comfortably within the loins of winter, and close to heading back home for a few weeks before I have the unique opportunity of seeing my Hollywood pipe dreams fizzle and die firsthand. I've been waiting for that moment for years. Until then, stay strong, blog reader, and I'll be back in your strong arms once again, and you'll cradle me just like the old times and tell me everything will be alright, even if you're not really sure yourself.

* see post from October 31st