A Successful Trip

England was great. Mostly.

I've never experienced a worse cold humidity.

I can handle hot humidity. I've done that every year of my life.

But the chills and the dampness and the constant feeling of...gross...it was too much.

Anyways, we had a lot of fun overall. Except the ditching. We were ditched a lot, which was not so much fun, but we made it through.

I kind of wished I bought something while i was there, but then again, i never really found anything. Well, i found a shirt for my brother. he'll look super fly in it :)

I've been thinking about home a lot recently. Maybe it was the trip that did it, but maybe its just overall. im really wishing i could go home for christmas. im not sure if i can handle another christmas alone. even though im never really alone, it still feels like it. they all get wrapped up in their own thing and it was just me and jenny, and even then, we werent...idk...

i want to go home.

buut heres the whole growing up part, right?

i miss home. i feel like it was too short lived. i couldve enjoyed it more. so now i just have to focus on enjoying my time here. live for the moment, right?

i dreamt that i met eminem last night. and jennie took a picture of us. and i could feel my muscles, feel soreness in my legs that i didnt understand. it was so real, but i knew it was a dream anyways. i stood with jennie on a balcony overlooking an amazing view and i told her that i knew it was a dream. and she replied that she knew it too and that it really sucked. I asked her if there was any way of transferring something from a dream to reality. all i wanted was the goddamn photo of us. if i could just will it back into reality. and i really did try. but i woke up nevertheless, alone in bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing the picture had been lost.

is that sad?