America...

Holy shit, the food here will kill a man dead.

My trip... well...

*deep breath*

I bought tons of records and DVDs and a new hard drive and i studied and relearned how to play guitar and got a delay pedal and went on tour with a rock band and saw my friends and met a special girl and played with some dogs (no relation there) and generally worked out a ton of stress.

And I made up with the guy who I'm related to who tried to murder me. Well, for the most part.

I also bought new dress shirts. Let the homo commence!