i feel a bit annoyed with myself that i don't update this as often as I'd like. i think i only do it when i have something to say that i know everyone else is sick of hearing me talk about (cars, fashion, how great italy is...).
tonight's post is a little bit of everything. i'm in london, with the family (mom, dad, the brits) and i can't seem to rid myself of this weird, anxious feeling that i need to be out, socializing or looking attractive and chatting up guys. there are a couple of obvious reasons for this general sense - my soon-to-be lack of exercise (while on holiday with the parents), my new haircut (which i, in a peculiar way, want to show off or something), and my lack of romantic prospects. i'm so ready to meet a great guy. i stopped into a toni&guy shop to buy some hair paste and the cutest guy helped me. for a very brief moment, i wished i could ask him for coffee [and something later perhaps]. i dunno. it's like this sickly, sinking, i'm-getting-fat-and-missing-the-scene feeling. but that's totally unlike me, because normally i relish in the snubbery of the typical scene, the expected, the quotidien gay thing.
otherwise, i thought i would make a mention about london, and how much i love it. i think london is the closest european city to the new york mindset (which i appreciate). i think new yorkers (and in turn, londoners) get a undue bad reputation because they are busy and succinct, and somewhat jaded, while also being wildly eccentric and comedic. i feel parisians are very staid, very boring really, while their dress style is much to conservative for my taste. new york fashion is fabulous, and so is london's. this city truly is a fashion capital, people here consume more gucci and prada than anywhere else's i've been in a long time (save for new york).
i would love to graduate next may and move here for work (or some sort of training program). living here would be really fantastic. there is so much history, grandeur, and institution here.
alright, enough ranting.
