Ship To Shore...

Well here I am in London. It's very surreal to set foot back in England, it hasn't really hit me yet. To be real I'm only about a mile from the airport so until tomorrow not much has changed. I flew into Hethro tonight at 9 a'clock English time. It was incredible to watch the sun go down behind the plane and fly over London with all the lights and people right below us. The next few days are going to be the tough days. I'm not sure what to expect as of yet.

I miss a few people, I miss my job, I miss my band. The entire time we were flying over the city all I could think was how much I wish I was coming here on tour. Someday hopefully. That's life goal #1 currently.

Right now I'm sitting in a hotel room, alone, watching Jurassic Park haha its hilarious that the only thing on here are American films. Maybe to make Americans feel more comfortable. There are something like 25 channels at the hotel, which is 21 more than there should be. I'm in a really strange mood right now. Like excited and scared all at once. Pretty much how I've felt for the past week. I'll check back in on occasion.

<3

Welp

I made a blog. It's prolly gonna be filled with lots of long winded, unexciting posts about my feelings and thoughts on my own life and maybe even the lives of others depending on how self righteous I'm feeling at that moment. Holy fuck the kid in "My Girl" just got stung by all the bees and died, that's such a bum out. Anyways, I'm in a pop punk band that none of anyone has ever heard or cares to hear. I'm chalk full of anxiety and insecurities and I'm also sort of an asshole and stuck in my ways. I live in black and white. I hate or I love there's no middle ground for me, that just feels like the only honest way to live.

Part of me doesn't give a fuck about anything but the people I love while part of me can't live with myself. It's confusing.