Killing Time- It just won't die

Almost there, just need to collect a few books and bits to keep me busy during the flight to Atlanta. I've got my compulsory charity shop novel, something about mathematicians, love and the ultimate formula.

In preparation for a hell of a lot of driving about, I'm re-watching Searching for the Wrong Eyed Jesus. Easily one of my favourite films and a must watch for anyone interested in music, cinematography or just getting a glimpse of the Deep South.

There isn't much of a plan, first and last hotels are booked and the other 12 nights or so will be spent in Nashville, Memphis, New Orleans and who knows elsewhere. I've got my eye on the brooks Museum in Memphis to see the Who Shot Rock & Roll: A Photographic History exhibition and a few musically historical sites but other than that we'll do what we feel like when we get there.

Can't drink tea in America

Busy doing my part for the trip to America, my family now have personalised luggage tags. I'm so useful!

I passed my first year of uni (I think... but I won't go into that) and have moved back home for the Summer. I've missed the place but can't imagine that it's doing me any good, feels like forgetting how to put my tie on in primary school after the holidays. Hopefully a month in the new flat before lectures actually start will set me straight.

As usual, a lack of any particular aim has lead me to a sudden spurt in creativity which often leads to pointless doodles. I decided to heavily refine this Art Nouveau inspired one and I'm currently in the process of adding colour. I fear I'll never be happy with the colours and either give up or overwork it. Oh well, Herp Derp.

Speaking of inspiration, going to try and turn this blog around.* Inspiration has been plaguing my thoughts recently so I figure I'll make a nest for it here, dragging odds and ends over and eventually shipping it to anyone who's interested in my spicy jambalaya of oddness! HUZZAH!

On a side note, I'm currently watching 'The Promise' while my dad irons (because that's how we roll) and I'm having a WTF seizure. It's not of the Lewes or Uzumaki variety of weird but the whole thing is making me rather queasy. Probably due to the poorly rendered graphics.

Anyway, queue montage music while I figure out how I'm going to jazz this up and then make myself lunch. Omnomnom.

* If it goes tits up we can all blame Imogen