NECESSARY BEACH BREAKS

What did I do yesterday? Absolutely nothing. I took a road trip to Santa Monica beach, laid out on the sand, covered myself from head to toe, played some Donavon Frankenreiter, and just passed out. I did absolutely nothing the whole day, and somehow it felt like i'd done more that day for myself than I have in a long while. I spend so much time convincing myself that taking photographs doesn't count as work, I never realize when it's time to take a break. It never even sneaks up on me, I just break down halfway through a day, and realize maybe I do need blue sky holidays. Now I'm back to work, and I feel re-energized!

CRAPPY FRIENDS

The one thing I always gave myself credit for, was choosing amazing friends and keeping worthy friendships. I'd say I'm a pretty good friend, I keep appointments, I try to give notice when my plans change so people aren't waiting around for me, I always check in to make sure my mates are well, and I'm constant with my intervals. So now tell me why some people don't show the same respect? Why do I feel like people are only around when there's an incentive? I consider myself to be mildly anti-social these days but I still manage to support those who ask for some support. The irony in all this is I'm also really good at living in my own mind, blocking out the outside world, but when I do, all of a sudden i'm labeled an asshole. I guess I would like to remind myself of what it feels like to be selfish, and to only pay attention to my immediate needs and those of my pets. First order of business, I'm gonna go to sleep for as long as I want.

ENGLAND - WRAP UP

I wish I didn't have to work, but my spare time's over, and back in the states, I hear jobs calling out to me, so I guess it's time to say farewell and head back home, where the roads are broad, the sun is shining, and the drivers can get away with going 5 miles over the speed limit. I am thankful to my family for the opportunities they afford me, and to my friends for the support they offer. I feel well rounded as a human, and lucky in every day life.
It was a long climb, up the top of "The Monument" but as a photographer, I must do whatever it takes to get a great shot, and I haven't taken greater shots of a City, not from the view where everything is visible, three hundred and sixty degrees around. However, it is clear that I may need to resume working out.
I made some new friends (Donna, Aaron, Laurens, Simon - And All your lovely friends) and visited some old ones, (Thank you Erin for showing me what it looks like at Night, and the bike ride was dopetastic) and I finally took "The Big Bus Tour" to learn more about the city's history. Most of it, I don't remember, but that's what the camera's for. I couldn't stay away from McDonalds and The B.K Lounge however, which was awful of me, but there are some things that just shouldn't change. I'm proud of my siblings and their accomplishments, and I only hope to live up to the incredibly high standards I've set my goals for.
By The Way! I fell asleep while on the tube, and at my stop, I ran out in haste, forgetting my camera bag! You know that moment in a film where the main character gets a really meaningful epiphany? - I felt that, in slow motion. That bag had my passport in it, as well as my $6000 camera eqipment. Luckily, I found it after I followed the train to the last station, at the lost and found in Stratford's tube station (whew). That day could have easily gone south.
-Look out for the photos, I can't wait to share them with you!

Peace to your bones.

ABOVE LONDON TOWN

Had a long evening of walking yesterday in London, My mates and I headed to Indian Food Town, where we bargained for 2 free drink rounds, and 30% off for the group, and consequently passed out from over-eating. Today, my buddy Aaron and I went sight-seeing, and It was lovely. We tried to find London bridge, and turns out...we were on it. lol... He was a horrible tour guide, butturns out...He's Australian and has only been here for a few weeks- Anyway, he paid for us to go on "The Monument" which is a tower where you get to see all of London from, but what we didn't know was....we'd have to walk all the way up the spiral stairs, 311 stairs, all around to the top. Halfway through, I almost gave up, but...we'd gone too far. Anyway, As you can tell from the photo, It was worth the pain to get up there. It's absolutely lovely beyond words. Had a great time with this lot, and now i'm off to get a hair-cut, and then it's off to Erin's where I will hopefully find a party to rock :D Peace 2 your bones.

THE OBSERVERS?

I wonder how long it will take for me to see English Gentlemen and not think "It's the observers from Fringe!" My friend Jay would find this funny, I think.

I DROVE ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE STREET!

Fun Fact, There are very few automatic cars in Cambridge. After my dad almost got us killed by turning into the right side of the street, I took over the wheel and got us to Churchill Safely. Ironically, he taught me how to drive, sooo umm, papa, you're welcome :D I must say, I was a natural. It was easy to figure out, I just wish they woulda reversed the gears too. It's left hand, but you still have to change gears normally, which kind of messes with my reverse psychology.
-Oh wait...turn's out my dad has Never driven a car in England before today- okay there's that explanation :D
Churchill College is bbeeaautifulll. More than 20 of its members have won a Nobel prize, including Winston Churchill. It's 1 of 30 Colleges in "The University Of Cambridge" and it's where all the Math and Physics gurus call home. (No wonder I walked around and no joke, All asians!
I walked around for a bit and ran into some students playing soccer, and graciously joined their game, and now I can say I schooled Cambridge Students :D

I RAN INTO A COW TODAY

So there I was, minding my business, walking around, doing my awesome thing, when all of a sudden, this freaking cow shows up, and I was like... What?! Anyway, I went close, and when she didn't run away, I asked her if I could take a photo, she was like...sure, whatever, moo, and so..I did, and now I can say i've never met a cow that didn't moo- and that's how Cows got their voices.