well, im back from england, actually i bin back goin on a week. ive just been sleeping, working, or drunk, none of which are conductive to writing journel entries. yay for me my birthday waas last week. can finally drink without bein a criminal. i think ive fallen in love while i was in england. her name is caz, surely one of the most amazing girls ive ever met in my life. and shes 3000 miles away. awesome. just my fuckin luck. i drop a g on a vacation to go nuts, drink like a fish for a week and sleep with random people with no emotional involvment and i fall in love. at least shes just as interested in me as i am in her, or so it seemed the last time i saw/ talked to her. i know i aint gotta snowball's chance in hell of ever makin' it work, but i still wanna see her as much as i can, and hopefully, when i do see her, we'll both still feel the same. jesus h. fuckin christ, ive got the worst fuckin' luck in the world when it comes to findin romance! 