I'll keep this session brief.

Summarize my fourth of july: sex, drugs, sex, fireworks, old glory and her greatness. Hang over.

I went to Portland for that. Why? I have no idea. It was cheap (at least from what we got/we being my friends and I). I had fun, they had fun. The weather was "cool" figuratively and literally. I hate V necks and douche bags who wear them when they should not. I've never had so much coffee in my life while in Portland.

I'd like to consider myself a professional boyfriend. I am good at it. I participated in sexting, anybody do that yet? Apart from it being arousing it is so entertaining and stupid.

A close girl friend of mine claimed to think of me beyond a friend. I have no idea what to do. I got tickets for Harry Potter. It makes me want to become a wizard.

I'm wrote this in an airport a few hours ago, waiting for my flight to London. I had begged my parents before I left for Portland and then while in Portland via phone. I'm going with an old friend, the plane flight will be catch up time. I also finished a cross word puzzle I had started back in June. I just posted this now in my hotel, and I am in desperate need of slumber. Did you also catch my mistype at the beginning, I meant to say "I'm writing" --hence sleep.

I'll be in London for a week, then to Sweden and possibly Amsterdam (courtesy suggestion by Mark Arbour) However the latter two not in that order per sey. I return mid August-ish. What exactly is "mid August-ish?"

I am really finding out I am not a solid, dedicated writer. It is a hobby, sure, but I am not committed enough or well