hello, me

i never knew i was a romantic until my brother told me so today. i always thought i was a realist, but apparantly i'm the total opposite. it's funny how you can have a totally different perception of yourself than everyone else, but now that he's said it, i can see it in myself. it's so obvious - i'm always daydreaming about something or other. today's topic was travelling.

i'm always wanting to run away and get lost somewhere in the world. i want to experience everything the world has to offer, i want to meet as many different people as i can. i want to live all different kinds of ways, from the high life on the upper east side of manhattan to the slums in rio. ok, i'm definitely starting to see what my brother was on about. but still;

i want to go punting in venice,

smoke cigarettes outside cafés in paris,

be a cowboy in texas,

drink beer in berlin,

go fishing in vietnam, wear fur hats in moscow,

scare people on trams in san francisco,

hang out with japanese punks in tokyo,

and go surfing in hawaii.

how beautiful are all those things? it makes me want to break out of here and not come back for a long, long time. i can't stand being in one place for too long. maybe i should bugger dance college and just travel for a job instead. that would be pretty awesome. or maybe i just need to go on holiday.