I always knew you were weird, but, seriously, you’re really weird.
(Note to self: do not get off at the Civic Center Bart station and walk two blocks down Market towards Van Ness–you will regret it, and you will possibly see unwarranted body parts)
Love you, San Francisco, but please keep your pants up.
(Okay, It’s not Monday, but I’m anticipating that I’ll be too busy to publish this tomorrow. Postgrad problems)
School is over. England is over.
San Francisco has begun. The job search is underway.
My current music tendencies are shifting towards summertime vibes and carefree moods that distract me from the tumultuous nature of the present. After one week in this predicament, Bahamas is hitting the right spot. I’ve been listening to a couple of Alfie Jurvanen’s (stage name ‘Bahamas’) songs on rotation for the past few months, but I only just took the plunge to buy the entire album, Barchords, on iTunes.
Highly recommended for those seeking a chilled out vibe–geez, I’m already becoming so Californian.
In case anyone is actually following the underlying narrative of S.D., it is fairly obvious that I am an American who has lived in England for the past four years. Well, all of that is about to change. I’m soon to be a very confused but happy mixture of English/American in San Francisco. As I’m currently looking at my various piles of clothes and black bin bags full of junk spread out across my flat, it’s clearly time to get serious about this moving business.