Let me start by saying my trip to Scotland was pretty awesome.

Let me end by saying I came back with more or less than what I left with.

The latter meaning that my relationship with my once girlfriend, whom I traveled halfway across the world for, is left marred beyond belief from a decision that was out of my hands, and my poor ability to process the situation.

As a direct result of that, she now nearly wants nothing to do with me, and has been keeping me at an arms length for the past week, which makes perfect sense, because I'm not emotionally stable right now. Nothing is stable.

So here I am, minus one of the most important people I've had in my life in recent years, and alone again. Can it be healed? I don't know, I'm having a hard time patching myself up when I'm back to drowning in anxiety-caused depression, though she seems to have no problem fitting in to the new situation. Man, I feel left behind :c

Besides the sob story, let me give you the lo-down on what the trip was like.

1- It was expensive, rounding to about 2.3k or something. This was a round-trip. From Denver to London - London to Glasgow - Glasgow to London - London to Miami - Miami to Denver. When I got to Heathrow, all was going well until immigration tried to keep me stranded in London for absolutely no reason. Those guys have a lot of power, and if you happen to come across a douche like I did, count your prayers. I ended up being 'detained' aka told to sit down and wait until an officer came to interview me. I was eventually let through. To the lady whom was being a dick and trying to use scare tactics, -fuck you-. And I'm sorry London, but fuck Heathrow.

2- I apparently brought the weather with me. It was quite sunny and clear skys for almost the whole two weeks I was there, though it did rain and get misty a bit, it was actually pretty nice. I found it hilarious that people were complaining about it being hot and about 19 degrees, it's topping over 30 every day back home. I felt like a boss.

3- The first place I stayed was a Caravan park in Weymss Bay, pretty nice spot, besides the murderous seagals every morning, all day. It was like a gang war on the roofs and in the parking area.

4- Went to go see different places. So I got to see Largs, Braehead, Glasgow, as much of the River Clyde as I could muster, and a lot of the countryside. The second week, I was staying in Greenock. While I was there, me and her played Amnesia in the dark, and beat it in a few days. She also got addicted to Dead Island, and in turn, beat that in a week. Introducing the non-informed to PC gaming, one person at a time.

5- Saw Brave in the highest cinema in the world, which is in Glasgow. Life - complete. The American in me was missing buttered popcorn, instead I got some weird sugary tasting stuff. It wasn't too bad. Now that I'm back in America, I'm missing Irn Bru, and the Scottish breakfast, cause man, it was so good. Could go for a nice korma meal with some prawn chips too.

6- The rest of the way back to the states was smooth sailin'. On my longest journey, which was 8 hours long, I watched Wrath of The Titans, Battleship, and The Avengers. All three of which were kinda meh imo. The Avengers felt more like an Iron Man movie than anything, lol.

7- Here I am, the first week afterwards, and something strange happened. You see, the duration I was there, I was unable to draw almost anything due to an art block, which has lasted near a month and a half. But after being so depressed lately, all of my inspiration to create has come back, I can draw now! So I now know what I have to do to become a successful artist; stay miserable my whole life. Plan. I did come back with like, 3 Scottish flags that I was given, fuckin' 'ell.

Either way, drama or not, the time spent there was awesome as hell, I wouldn't take it back for anything. It was definitely an experience not many people have the chance to get, and it'll stick with me forever, hell I may even go back again. I mean, I can understand the Scottish accent quite well actually, except if they're speaking Gaelic, gtfo.

TL;DR, which is fine. I just had to get some things off my chest. My blogs have been lacking the real meat of what they're meant to be lately, and that's an art blog.

So anyways, here's some things I've done in the past week. Yea, most of em are highly unfinished, I'm just licking my wounds right now. But I'm a happy man, creation and imagination is once again within my grasp.

**In a desperate attempt to try and forget, get my mind off of things, I dished out a fat 45 bucks for a new game. That new game being Sleeping Dogs. It is oh so sweet.

'Till next time. I may be in my right mind.