Everything's a little le'poo

Yes, it's true. Life now is, more so than it has been, outlandishly boring.

And not in the good sense.

I seem to be on brink of something, however there are no sign posts to tell me what's in the great abyss beyond. Hrm...strange thoughts keep creeping into my head like unwanted insects and my central defenses are refusing to put up any protection. They all have the underlining theme of "Fuck, just go!", which i suppose isn't a surprising theme considering im only 19 and off to America in two weeks.

I keep getting this weird urge just to up and leave, like there's something better waiting for me in the lands beyond. I know there is: i know it. But, since money is always a problem, im rather restricted for solutions to my current case of mild insanity. At these times i tend to go into overdrive and analyse everything in every way possible and take into account every factor that could affect every outcome of everything. Perhaps now you're beginning to get a sense of the insanity im feeling?

America should hopefully quench my thirst for travel, and since i've never been to America before, it should spin my mind completely off it's axis and land - i hope - back on track for some knuckling down. With the bright lights, big buildings, interesting people and fantastic coffee im hoping, literally, to be overwhelmed by everything there. Yes, complete culture shock. I love it really. Then your brain goes into an almost reboot stage where it just needs some down time to take everything in. Which, in my case, is usually helped along by a beer or seven.

Im travelling with Sinead. We spent a year in Norway together. We met through the exchange program we both applied for and the story was in my previous post so go read it. Anyway, we're quite the pair of odd travellers. I do like to be at the gate on time, however, after realising that you always do have plenty of time (touch wood)smoking is always possible. Sinead, on the other hand, has a slightly different approach. Her approach is more do a drive by on our luggage and sprint like the mother mary running from satan to the next departure lounge. I do sympathise with her because it is never smart to be late and always clever to be prompt.

On this particular journey though i will be inhaling seven siggarettes before going to the departure lounge. This is due to the nine-and-three-quarter flight we have to endure to get to Seattle. It shouldn't be too bad really. I figure im going to take a mass of chocolate, bought at tax-free of course, movies on my laptop and Sinead for some laughs and good company.

Upon arriving in Seattle, im assuming we must make our way through customs like hearded cattle, and there's always someone who moo's! Just after the rather tiring flight it's quite frankly the last thing you need. Im taking my bagpipes with me so im looking forward to explaining that to some single-celled american customs officer.

Anyway, thanks for reading this. I feel oftern that rambling online is a great way to de-stress and clam down a touch.
Catch you later! Love love XX