1. Too many pictures of myself.
2. Not enough jokes.
I’m scooting back to mayablogry. Plus I just really like blogspot and all it’s ghetto-fab glory.
I also miss myspace.
Woke up at 3:30 in the morning, made toast and tea, started to try to reorganize my bedroom/life. Trying to turn a room that has become a storage space into your own space is confusing. Nothing has anywhere to go.
Just feel like throwing everything out, but this is my old room, the junk here that belongs to me is here because at one point I deemed it important enough to save.
All I want to do is unpack my things, but my old drawers are being used in the laundry room for holding sheets and tablecloths. My closet is full of ski jackets and old clothes.
I have a suitcase full of dirty clothes, two boxes and a suitcase from Montreal, and a room full of shit that has no other permanent location.
No one else is awake.
I miss lots of things.
Some of them will be waiting for me to come eat sushi with them.
Some of them won’t.
Trips are hard when you don’t know what your homelife looks like. When everything seems to be hovering in the air it’s hard to fathom life being “normal” again.
Of course it will be.
My mental to-do list grows longer the longer I’m away. The option to extend the trip presents too much anxiety.
I dislike speaking about anxiety. Everything is fine. Please don’t worry about me.
I’m coming home, is it beach weather yet?
Here’s me sunbathing.
THE PRICE OF CHEESE.
This blog kinda sucks. Sorry dudes.
ANYWAYS. I’m in London with A-bel and I can already tell we’re going to have a blast. I only hope her and James can handle not getting sexy for a whole week while I sleep on the couch in their bedroom.
Somehow I feel like I’m repaying James for the 39 months he spent sleeping on the stinky couches at 546, even though that wasn’t my house. Actually, if that were true I would have to make James and Annabel breakfast before they woke up and deliver it to them in bed. NOT HAPPENING.
I don’t know if you knew, but I have a FANTASTIC tan right now. No one will ever get to see it because I’m pretty sure the grey skies here have a reverse effect on skin tone. I can feel myself getting paler by the second.
Here’s me blogging in a gift shop in Sorrento (don’t ask).
Here’s a MayaGraham collabo on the Sardinia-Napoli ferry.
Here’s a neat mini-ruin my dad and I found when we went on a walk from our hotel in Cagliari.
Here’s Jenna doing terrifying sailing feats.
Here’s my dad standing on a sailboat.
Here’s my Dad and Jenna being dorks beside a big castle.
Here’s Cagliari, where we met up with the Whitney’s and their sailboat.
Here’s me blogging on a sailboat.
Internet on a sailboat! We met up with family friends in Caglieri and we are sailing North back up to Olbia.
Whistler ski families, lots of talks about Alpine Canada politics. Pretty funny topic of conversation while sailing the Meditteranean.
I’ll put photos up tomorrow.
