Okay, So North Carolina is starting to get to me. I'm ready to go back home to New York. Part of it is the necessity to have a car here, which I no longer have. It makes life a lot more difficult. Perhaps its a good thing that i'm having to rely on myself to find entertainment.
It could be that it's good that i'm missing a little bit of a colder winter up there and i am getting some drawing and writing done. The decompression is killing me though and its apparent that the people here don't know what to do with me. There's definitely a snobby 'scene' here where they aren't very open to outsiders. Maybe it's part of having UNC here. I've been kicked out of almost every bar in Chapel Hill and I feel like i'm pushing it with the ones that will still have me. I guess it's the old tuxedos and wigs.
on the upside, i've trained my cats to use the toilet.
It could be that it's good that i'm missing a little bit of a colder winter up there and i am getting some drawing and writing done. The decompression is killing me though and its apparent that the people here don't know what to do with me. There's definitely a snobby 'scene' here where they aren't very open to outsiders. Maybe it's part of having UNC here. I've been kicked out of almost every bar in Chapel Hill and I feel like i'm pushing it with the ones that will still have me. I guess it's the old tuxedos and wigs.
on the upside, i've trained my cats to use the toilet.