DON’T FORGET… - Prismacolor Pencils and Pen on Paper - November 2013
I had far too much fun with this one. Each arm is supposed to signify one of the Vlogbrothers. (I even threw in some Strawberry Hill and peeps) I hope you guys like it!
Piece seven COMPLETE. NERDFIGHTERS!
This is so jokes!
Almost as impressive as A Void.
Damn. And it’s catchy too!
So we got into Rome in the late afternoon of June 22, and Morg and I immediately set out to see the forum before it closed “at sundown.” Well, the Italians have an unusual definition of dusk, because they had already closed for the day by the time we got there. We, however, made the most of our time, and I ended up giving Morgan a personalized tour of the forums from above, before meeting up with Mom over by the Colosseum.
Look what we found!
On June 20th, we took the TGV back to Germany (after a final breakfast of French pastries, obviously). We were trying to get back in order to pick up Bob from the Frankfurt airport, but his flight was delayed a whole day.
So, after hitting a stunning 319 km/h, we got back to my place in Mannheim and took it easy. Our big event of the day was going to the local Italian joint for pizza for dinner and petting their cute dogs.
The next morning, we had German pastries for breakfast, and then went to sight-see in Frankfurt before meeting Bob at the airport.
Posing by the huge euro.
M&M in the central square.
Throwback — My first visit to the Louvre in 1991! I don’t think I ever posted this here, and now seems as good a time as any.
As previously mentioned, I am yet again considerably behind on this blogging business, and as most of my readers are family members who already know the story of these three weeks, I’m going to try to fly through the saga of M&M’s (and Bob’s!) visit with me.
Thus, pictures, and the labeling thereof:
Breakfast Tuesday morning, June 18.
Morgan and a store of the same name.
M&M pose at the Eiffel tower!
Back in Mannheim, I had exactly one week to finish up my semester, clean my room, and book train tickets and hostel accommodation, before Morgan and Mom would be coming to visit, so that’s exactly what I did.
Two papers and one examination later, on Sunday June 16th, Mom and Morgan (henceforth known as M&M) got onto their east-bound flight, and meet me at the Frankfurt Airport the next morning, tired and travel-weary, but excited. Unfortunately, our first order of business was to take a three and a half hour train from Mannheim to Paris, but both them were able to nap, which was good.
Arriving in Paris in the later afternoon, we bought 3-day local train tickets, and eventually made it to the station just outside the city where we would be staying. At that time, however, the sky decided to open up and dump rain on us, so we ducked into the close-by mall for dinner, dessert, and to wait out the rain.
A little while later, we were settled into our hotel, completely exhausted, and ready for long showers. So we forwent going downtown that evening in favor something to sip on, French tv, and an early bedtime.
Life in Brno is lovely, and now that I’ve got a fairly regular routine, I promised myself to get back into writing. Starting here.
I have a couple of backlogged entries, and a few more adventures to tell of, but mostly I want to post and share my photos and narration, if only for my own posterity. But if you’re reading this, you can expect daily blogs until I finally finish what I started!
John, I have really really bad anxiety. I know in the past you've said that you have/had it too. How in the world are you able to do so much with it? (Like go on stage at vidcon or meet so many nerdfighters) Is there some secret I never received? Maybe a memo that skipped me?
1. Sorry. That sucks.
2. It’s not easy and I don’t always do it well, but I’ve been living with this for a long time and have a good medication regimen that works pretty well (at the moment at least) and also have a good therapist I’m able to work really closely with. None of that happened overnight, and it’s a difficult thing to live while you’re figuring out how to manage it. But it’s important to know that it can get better, and that you are not alone in this experience.
3. With public events: It’s not something I’m terrible comfortable with. Like a lot of people with anxiety problems, I spend immense blocks of time stuck in obsessive thought spirals that are difficult to pull myself out of. For a couple weeks before Vidcon, for instance, it will be basically impossible for me to think about anything other than Vidcon, and I will feel really scared and anxious and unable to work, which is why I can’t space public events out. (Like, if I did a reading once a month or whatever, I would basically be unable to work half the time. So when we do stuff, we usually do them back-to-back.)
3a. That acknowledged, for me at least things get easier the more you experience them. I’m a lot more comfortable in front of large crowds than I used to be. (It doesn’t really feel like a social experience to me, so it doesn’t usually engage my social anxiety. Book signings do feel like social experiences, though, so…yeah.)
4. I wish I could speak to you from some lofty mountain, having conquered the demons of mental health, but I cannot. This is an ongoing part of my life (I had a panic attack today, for instance). But I’m much better at managing it than I used to be. And I’m lucky to not have many of the disabilities associated with anxiety disorders (I can drive a car, for instance). But anxiety is part of my daily life, and it makes life harder for me and for people I love, and I still have a long way to go.
Yay for anxious role models!