hai from vegas
I feel like shit and felt like whingeing. Vegas is lame when you are 17 and with your parents. Last night paul bought me a double black and I drank it in the hotel room but my (tiny) buzz was gone by the time we got down to the buffet. I can’t drink, gamble, or call any of the ‘gorgeous ladies’ on the cards that people hand me in the street. Tomorrow morning at 5am I have to get up and get on a bus to the grand canyon because my mum didn’t want to pay an extra $100 or so for us to fly there and cut out like six hours of travel time. Yesterday in my head I made a metaphor about vegas being like an adult theme park, but now I’m not feeling it. I miss home and people and being able to talk to someone other than my mum and stepdad. I bought a tiny camera in san francisco, and it is good. I’ll upload a photo or two in a little while, I guess. Sorry tumblr. This is my first post in like three weeks and all I can do is whine. Laters.
