Americanisms currently rule my life. As does having angst and not missing home a single bit. I miss my home, but not the UK. I love In and Out burger, the lack of responsibility and 24/7 do-what-the-fuck-i-want.
I've already decided what life at home is going to entail. I mean this dreamland of existance is surely coming to an end and so reclusion is the only option. I have plenty of essay writing to complete. A room to go over and memory-destroy and secretive projects i wish to complete.
Its funny what a change in life style can reek havoc upon once you get into a routine that was slowly but surely killing you from the inside out. Its cringe-worthy to say i have had an epiphany but it's so true i'm beyond cringing and more wishing the apocalypse would come already (apparently i say this funny). Apparently i say a lot of things funny; but i think this has been common place since i've had the notion to speak my mind, or just open my big mouth.
The only bountiful prospect of home is skateboarding, now i wonder what i can get away with taking back in my suitcase with me. Because there is too much here that i don't want to leave behind. Tu me merde.
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