WHAT YOU DO IN YOUR OWN TIME'S JUST FINE!

my imagination's much worse I just never wanna know.......

one of the better fallout boy lyrics. I'm feeling a lot less apocolyptic than I did a few months ago. I remember I would talk to Matt about how I was looking forward to the world's inevitable end, but now I'm just going avec le flow.

Went to comedy club tonight, it was a lot better than I expected. Africans are way sensitive though. Saw Matt and Tom (for the first time in about 12 weeks)... hasn't changed, still lovin' the gore. BAD! YOU'RE BAD! ... zombie

c ya! x

back from 5ive bells, dunno how it stays open, must have been 10 heds there at best. Christmas Magic ist gut aber bare glitter und sehr heiss inside ze shop. work with 2 gingaz so cant complain. Christmas soon. Canada soon. Should get stuff booked but nuff lazy/indecisive. Scootered today. Saw 2 is jank ting. no fayeth. errrrrrrr safe woman behind bar but plz speak quicker as you remind me of a prick i used to know. still always there.goodn ight xx

So I couldn't really be bothered to give a day to day analysis of California, all you need to know is that:

- tips are nuff annoying, they expect you to tip 15-20% on all meals, oh yeah and they bump on a further 8% tax, ALLOW DAT
- Bouncing Souls are BARE GOOD, Whole Wheat Bread weren't too shabby neither.
- I no longer go fully clothed onto beaches, this shows I have matured somewhat/accept sunburn more.

I've reached some kind of weird stage in my life. I'm totally happy and feel really hyper a lot of the time (might be something to do with the dramatic White Lightning consumption) but the daytimes just absolutely suck. I hate working more than the next person, but I'd rather have a reason to get up in the morning. I really enjoy the evenings but I hate sleeping in too late 'cause I just feel like a (in the word of Pete Doch) "Fuckin' waster".

Saw 3 is unsatisfactory. Half way through I received a text from Annie saying she was in the Swan, I left post-haste. Unnecessary gore/almost non-existant plot and my inability to sustain anything for longer than an hour reminded me why I hadn't been to the cinema 3 years prior to this visit and probably won't again for another 3. I just don't like it ok! I've only just started watching films again, so allow sitting in a dark room with 4 other people watching some woman's ribcage get stretched apart.

On Monday I went to Southampton University to visit people, I had a happenin' time. In some ways I think Uni life is rad, but I guess you could get quite lonely there, and I'm way too lazy to cook so I guess my diet would just consist of take aways and ready meals. Got nuff pissed both nights and had some fun with Henry (the hoover yeh). Met some Bromley hedz, including some kid called Paul from Kelsey Park who knew Boy Cousins; what a small world.

Jack and I have started hangin' out again, after a weird patch where we felt like complete strangers. good to have you back kid.

I long to live in Los Angeles, I just don't know how to do it yet. SAFE x

Viva England! So...... I'm back in jovial England.

It's been quite a long day... around 20 hours of transportation, but all so so worth it. California my friends... the land of dreams. Getting sunburnt in October is a strange experience. Unfortunately I decided to shave my legs after they were sunburnt thus creating SEVERE pain for myself for the first couple of days of the 'vacation'. Alex's after-sun only seemed to make matters worse.

Bekka and I arrived at Los Angeles International (LAX) airport last Thursday and were met by an excitable guy who told us the best way to get to our hotel was to take the 'super shuttle' ... boy was he wrong! An estimated 20 minute journey took 3 hours 'coz the cretin driving the tank drove everyone else to their destinations the other side of California (or so it felt) first and ended up circling LAX 3 times. After this outrageous experience, Bekka and I decided to treat ourselves to a 'Sizzler's' meal. Here's something about California, EVERYWHERE YOU GO there are Mexicans! In fact, everything is written in Spanish and English as there are so many Spanish speaking people. The really really great thing about America though, is that you get free re-fills on soft drinks... so despite the over 21 alcohol age limit, we just got addicted to caffeine instead.

On Friday we went to Long Beach.... swam in the pacific.... I'll update when I can be bothered.

The weather is atrocious..... I glance out of the window and I see lethal drizzle, this makes me sad. Pathetic fallacy perhaps, but also symbolic 'cause it's the end of summer. Looking around my room, I see photos of the common room and all the old school days, it makes me quite nostalgic.

I haven't seen people nearly as much as I'd like to, Delve; if you're reading can we PLEASE have a practise soon, schedules permitting obviously. I'll be back on the 5th Nov so anytime after that is fine with me!

Watching 'Boot Sale Challenge' this morning really made me realise that people like absolute crap. Some woman was trying to sell a china bassett hound, she was getting it estimated first. I thought to myself 'I wouldn't pay a quid for that'........ "Probably around 50 quid" - I DON'T UNDERSTAND! People say "But it's collectible" - so? You can collect anything. Call me ignorant, call me what you will, but with stamps too........ my dad paid £300 for a stamp once, couldn't believe it... ahh people.

Anyway, I'm off to LA tomorrow..... and when I get back I am going to SORT MY LIFE OUT! Plans, we need plans!

Over und out x

I said to Alix (she begged me) that I'd write a blog tonight, I don't have any specific things I really need to say... in fact, I can barely distinguish the days anymore and I'm slowly forgetting what I do each day. When you work a pub job where the shifts are choppy and you have no clue which days you'll be working, it's difficult to keep track!

After Los Angeles, I think I'll quit both existing jobs and do something completely different. I've had some good experiences, but considering I hate the general public, retail is really beginning to grate me. Enough about work, cor! Note to self: Don't become a slave to the week/weak slave. I'm always really really happy when I work at the pub, I love the social side of it, but the physical pain is just too much! aaaaah.

in 96 hours I should be arriving in Los Angeles with Bekka - a well needed break! Life is pretty weird at the moment. I've been measuring up my life in coffee spoons and I really need to make sure I don't waste this gap year. This is such an important opportunity and I fully plan on making the most of it. I'd love to go on a music tech course or something, but that would mean subsidising the hours I work and consqequently the earnings, but then again...... I don't want to work througout my gap year! I'm still planning on the Germany boarding school thing and travelling around Espana with Jenni so it ain't all doom n gloom. I wonder if Jack still checks this blog, I know he used to, so hello if you're reading! x

10 days to Bekka and I jet off to Los Angeles, sorted! Not that any sort of itinerary has been devised, but plans are lame anyway. Went to London with Adam and purchased some of those heely shoes from Urban Chaos. Admittedly I look like a 6 year old or a spaceman in them, but fuck it! They're rad... well, at least I'm sure they will be as soon as I've figured out how to use them properly. Bumped into Matthias in Camden, which was nice... so went and used the McDonald's vouchers, which Parsons had kindly given to me prior to him going to Warwickshire...

My heart is suffering badly... not because of emotional trauma (cause really no-one is worth it) but because I've eaten/drank so much crap recently. Bacon, kebabs, Mcdonald's, and the treacle tart in the fridge will probably be devoured soon enough. Mother thinks I've turned anorexic, but I think I'm just a slob who would rather sleep all day and skip meals for sleep. I just eat loads around midnight to make up for no breakfast. Life is still pretty much like a summer holiday, in the fact that I have no homework and go out every single night, pretty cushty if you ask me.

Annie, Bekka and I were discussing who we'd;
A) like to punch
B) who's drink we'd like to spit in
C) stab

I thought C was a bit far fetched but I devising a list for A and B was a walk in the park. I used to think hate was baggage, but hell no! like in the good words of ol' Davey "Love! Your hate!" - good!
I like to make my hate as humorous as possible when verbally emitting it though... cause I can't bare those 'hate everyone' kinda people. Ok, so the majority of people are complete knobbers, but take it for what it's worth and at least enjoy your hatred! I don't quite know where I'm going with this.

"Ahh for f... " pretty much sums up what I think of everything these days. I also think im developing a slight form of tourettes. x