daffodils, Lyn-Z, the void, reversal of fortune

sooooooooo...

hi. not dead. sick, tired, not dead.

went to England! and Scotland!

here is what i learned:

• i have a really really bad sense of direction
• traveling is a great lesson in how not to give a shit what others think of you
• always pack extra meds
• make sure to get a roommate whom you don't loathe.
• Doc Martins are excellent shoes for traveling (provided you have sufficient sock coverage)
• be prepared for 80% of the people you meet to hate you on sight
• the British love daffodils.

the daffodil thing is really amazing, though. seriously, they just grow everywhere. in parks, by statue, at the side of the road, these bright yellow splotches of color, stark against the somewhat muted background caused by years of stormy weather and smog.

on a different note, i want to be Lyn-Z Way when i grow up. (holyfuckshe'ssofuckingcoollikehawdoesanybodylikeheractuallyexistgaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh)

on a different different note, i am really, really sick. again. fuck. i feel like my brownie is about to mutiny. stay down, you delicious bastard.

it's recently occurred to me that there has never been anybody i could completely share with. well, except here, but i can only say as much as i do here because i can pretend nobody's listening. it sounds bad, i know, but this doesn't feel like talking to anyone. this is just a shout into the void, 1's and 0's that get hurled into the ever-expanding network of people all trying to shout their bit the loudest. someone could hear me, but most people look right past. it's like screaming off a rooftop. your average passerby is just too used to the noise to notice one little addition.

oh fuck.

the brownie mutinied.

not nearly as good the second time around.

fuck this.

i'm going to bed.