well, i dont have it, but i'm getting there. I have a flat for september. I'm going to pay the deposit this afternoon. the place is fucking sweet. i'll probably never leave it, and since i have a balcony I'll probably start smoking again. which I am cool with. Also if anyone wants to come visit me in September. I actually have a place for you to stay. If you are a girl you can stay in the double bed with me. If you are a boy you can sleep on the ground. or maybe on the couch downstairs.
I also spoke to my brother about stuff and things. and i have decided that i am going to put all of my energy into getting a job here, in london. DC will be my back-up plan. it would be pathetic to give up now and go back to the states. besides i think part of my indecision at the moment is wrapped up in this paper, and my emotional hangover from being at home.
my plan is to get a part-time job, or internship, and look for work. perhaps i'll see if i can write a newsbrief article about something. i dont know, resurgence in Afghanistan. Afghanistan and the next presidental candidate, perhaps Iraq and Afghanistan and relocating assets. vice presidents. something along those lines.
I feel really good, energized. also had a kick-ass squash game with john last night, then we watched the skins. The Skins is a british teen drama, which I highly reccomend. I mean seriously. It is running on BBC America now. CHECK IT OUT. Its where I learn all of my british slang.
also new book idea. Couch surfing.