London is for Laughter
So, I'm in London. Ye Olde London.
I've probably had the range of emotions of a schizophrenic, but who doesn't when they do something like this?
I typed in "British Dude" in google and this was one of the images that came up. I don't know why. (bytheway: I don't like that show.)
So, my flat is pretty big, and looks like a British flat. Bridget is very jealous and I have nothing to say to make her feel better. She just got here today though and I felt like complete shit first getting here.
I love New York much it's incredible.
There shouldn't even be maps of London, they can't fit a quarter of the fucking street names on that shit, and they need to come up with more names so there aren't: Prince St. Prince Ct, Prince Rd, Prince Mews, Prince Lane, etc. Brits are supposed to be masters of the written word, so get on top of that.
But its only getting better. Settling in, gelling with certain people, learning more than just the "allsmiles" type of personality for most people. Changing my minds about people, for the better mostly.
If Alice wasn't here I probably would've called home crying wanting to come home, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'd love to say I'm the type that can just make the best of it and let loose, but I'm not; I think I'm too honest to do that because that involves faking way too much, doesn't it? But slowly but surely, I'm getting to the point where I don't have to do that with people.
One flat mate, Matt, told me while drunk that his first impression of me was that I'd be the roommate that makes trouble- and that peeved me off, even though it's probably true. Well, it's definitely true, but only I can say that about myself. But he's nice actually so I've let it slide, slightly.
School: Its going to be tough. Its fucking all the time! And I know its only theatre and shit, but seriously, I've never done it and it sounds so intense and requires so much energy, that I just don't know what to think.
Thank God I have my computer now, it will keep me alive, I can guarantee that.
Don't think I haven't been laughing. I have been but you just can't hear me laughing because I laugh silently which seems to be very rare...I'm being vague on purpose, I suppose. Hopefully, most of you people reading this, (my five friends) will get this.
Tonight, Alice, Bridget, myself, and maybe some other people will be going to Leicester Square, which has been recommended by a few people we know.
More later, with some pictures hopefully. I still need an adapter for my camera. I'll work on it.
I've probably had the range of emotions of a schizophrenic, but who doesn't when they do something like this?
I typed in "British Dude" in google and this was one of the images that came up. I don't know why. (bytheway: I don't like that show.)
So, my flat is pretty big, and looks like a British flat. Bridget is very jealous and I have nothing to say to make her feel better. She just got here today though and I felt like complete shit first getting here.
I love New York much it's incredible.
There shouldn't even be maps of London, they can't fit a quarter of the fucking street names on that shit, and they need to come up with more names so there aren't: Prince St. Prince Ct, Prince Rd, Prince Mews, Prince Lane, etc. Brits are supposed to be masters of the written word, so get on top of that.
But its only getting better. Settling in, gelling with certain people, learning more than just the "allsmiles" type of personality for most people. Changing my minds about people, for the better mostly.
If Alice wasn't here I probably would've called home crying wanting to come home, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'd love to say I'm the type that can just make the best of it and let loose, but I'm not; I think I'm too honest to do that because that involves faking way too much, doesn't it? But slowly but surely, I'm getting to the point where I don't have to do that with people.
One flat mate, Matt, told me while drunk that his first impression of me was that I'd be the roommate that makes trouble- and that peeved me off, even though it's probably true. Well, it's definitely true, but only I can say that about myself. But he's nice actually so I've let it slide, slightly.
School: Its going to be tough. Its fucking all the time! And I know its only theatre and shit, but seriously, I've never done it and it sounds so intense and requires so much energy, that I just don't know what to think.
Thank God I have my computer now, it will keep me alive, I can guarantee that.
Don't think I haven't been laughing. I have been but you just can't hear me laughing because I laugh silently which seems to be very rare...I'm being vague on purpose, I suppose. Hopefully, most of you people reading this, (my five friends) will get this.
Tonight, Alice, Bridget, myself, and maybe some other people will be going to Leicester Square, which has been recommended by a few people we know.
More later, with some pictures hopefully. I still need an adapter for my camera. I'll work on it.







