7 days to go. Time flies i suppose, Im pretty off leaving bla bla bla, you know the drill.
This blog has had so many hits its retarded, if you want to read something thats actually entertaining, you should check out buddyhead, that site prety much made my life growing up, and it just went back online.
So yeh, standard, my time in America is almost up, im pretty happy to say that I havent really done any touristy shit (bar san fran) and I have just come here and lived it up for the last 3 months. Met some awesome people, drank and smoked more than I should, eaten enough fastfood to film an independent documentary, spend a truckload of money, consumed around about 800 litres of redbull, designed a whole bunch of shit, hit home on facebook 7000 times, watched that Im On A Boat video about 30 times, been screamed at by 50 odd homeless people, mistaken 2 transvestites as women, been in a few sketchy gangland scenarios, downloaded a bunch of music illegally, written about 20 blog entries, sent a million drunken texts, said the prase's "Perth, the only thing ont he west coast of Australia" , "No Kangaroos dont attack people", "Six foot six", "Nah sorry i dont have any change" and "Yeh, nobody really likes _________________(insert shitty rock band here) in Australia" far toooo many times, Had about 7 haircuts, Grew a mustache, smoked a tonne of cali green, had food poisoning twice, slept on about 7 couches, bought a skateboard, fucked my ankle trying to skate, and heaps more shit that i cant think of saying in a somewhat witty way.
Alright so of course there is some more crazy / fun / wierd shit that has happened since i last scribed in this self indulgent journal.
I was jsut downstairs, nursing quite a hangover this morning, and the camera vultures were snapping at the coffee bean across the road from the office. Nikki hilton came out and posed for a few snaps then got into her SUV and bailed. Good on you nikki, no paparazzi are gunna stop u getting coffee on one of the busiest streets in LA. Even when you obviously live in the hills.
Yesterday, as i mentioned before I was siked to read the buddyead site again, it has been down for ages. They talk about how Limp Bizkit have reformed and shit and write them off, pretty entertaining. So i go out for dinner with some friends then to some mexican bar/resteraunt in studio city for drinks. As we walk in i have to squeeze past John Otto, the drummer from Limp Bizkit. Yeh, so i know his name, maybe i know some lyrics to some songs, maybe i have a shady past that involves me liking a little rap metal at one time or another. But yeh, was sort of funny, dude looks like a wombat or some shit, he had some shitty Steve Judd like amoeba tattoo on his neck. Didnt fuck with him though just incase he was having "one of those days". bam.
Was eating sushi at some real famous wanky place, that was dope. Saw Neal Patric Harris. Doogie fucking howser. yeh it happened.
Drank Patrone last night too. TI likes it and so do i. Dont think its on the drinks menu in prison to be honest though. tough break tip.
Nobody uses the term "swanky" here. Acutally, come to think of it, im not sure if anyone does back home. Well they all say bughie. fuck i have no idea how to spell that. umm.. boo - gee. So yeh, random information for your ass. I went to a bar called Bardot last night, was pretty swank, scored a booth cos Luke is a big deal. Hung out with rad people, got snapped by some photographer, want to see the photos cos i have a pretty impressive mo at the moment and i probably looked like a creep. Actually, scrsap that, i look fucking rad. fuck uyou.
Went out for dinner / drinks the other night with kurt, brooke and Jennifer, it was jennifers room mates bday and there was a bunch of randoms there that i hadnt met before. Fucking dooshbags.. Frat kids that were wasted and falling over and shit. Some guy passed out on the table while he was sitting opposite kurt and brooke. Was pretty off it, got the bouncer to boot the dude and as he woke up he spewed all over the table. Fucking rank but it would have been a way btter story if he had projectile vomited on kurt and brooke. So if u are going to remember this story remember it not for what it was, but what it could have been.
Ended up bailing there and heading to a warehouse aprty in some stuio downtown. Sounds good, was lame. Few actor/director types, sketchiest area i have ever been.. ended up stuck in some conversation about american politics with some dick. What the fuck is an australian traveller going to have to say about the presidential election etc. I spend most of the conversation reading the text on my cigarette packet. Thanks dude.
All taxes just went up to 10% here. i think. who cares. im leaving.
So yeh, london next, i fly out a week today. Shit should be pretty cool, i tend to conentrate more on the place im leaving behind moreso than the place im heading. Gunna keep an open mind. If your reading this Toby, get in touch with me ya fookin gai. Looks like im gunna be back in Perht for my 10 year high shool reunion. Should be totally uninteresting. Swear to god that most of the people i went to high school with live the most boring existances imaginable. Put it this way, if you bought a house north of joondalup, dont go out anymore and work on your garden on the weekends then we have nothing in common. I mean fair enough, people get married and settle down etc but serisously didnt anyone move out of their comfort zone at all? Suppose im generalising pretty heavily but yes, i have lurked your facebooks and seen your lame ass photos, i hope you read this and dont talk to me at the reunion cos it would simply save me from having to think of something more interesting while you recap stories from back in the day. People that I know know they are probably an exception to the above rule.
Decided im going to head to the Canne film festival. No i cant spell it but i will be there partying on P Diddys yaught. thats the plan anyway.
Everytime u sneeze here people bless you. Its lovely.
I ate Wendys yesterday. They have square burgers that come wrapped in a tin foil like substance. Somehow even the steel wrapping paper became see through from the grease eminating out of said burger. I just want to know your looking after yourself. I am, i ammm looking after myself.
Flying to london is going to take 10 hours. Going to try and get an emergency exit seat. You probably dont think about this shit but im tall as hell, 10 ours cramped with my knees in the back of someones seat sucks ass. Hard. Wat hurts more and sends me into a near homicidal fit is when i see some average height wanker chilling in an exit lane. Its just insulting. 10 hours of fantasising about killing someone purely for their seating choice doesnt do good things for the mind.
Just met some dude downstairs from this show called Bully Beatdown on MTV. nice dude.
This window has been open for ages, people keep coming in and i need to keep doing actual work. Shit is probably more disjointed than normal.
peeeeeeeeeeeeeace
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