You are a joke.
I am actually laughing at your immaturity. You little troll.
You mock people for disabilities, things out of their control.
You have no friends.
You think you are popular on the internet, but what substance does that possess?
You wouldn't have the balls to do what I did, and nevertheless be as open about it as I am.
I don't crave your attention. I have many people that love and care about me for who I am and enjoy reading my posts.
You're the one that blocked me out of your life, which was fine by me, so why are you still infiltrating myself into it?
You are obsessed, you stalker, and I have already contacted the police in Australia, what you've done is a crime, so expect a knock on your door soon.
I have everything I need now.
Hope you have a great life living on your computer.
PS. Eden told me, and I don't care what this does to your friendship because you are actually very disturbing.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Day 23: Los Angeles
Why did I create a blog?
So I could keep track of my travel experiences and remember things because I'm very forgetful. I wanted to be able to have a medium to let out my opinions, emotions and thoughts and digress about my day to people who I think would be interested in reading about my adventures.
Why do I go through my days so explicitly and deeply?
That's who I am. If you know me, you'd know.. I talk like this every day in real life. My day consists of checking out cute guys on the footpath and saying who I wanna fuck. So get over it. If you're going to judge me about this then do not even read my blog. If you are very religious, or don't like gays, or don't like pre marital sex, or gay pre marital sex, then this blog is not for you. On the other hand, do not mock me about it. This is who I am, and I'm proud of myself. If you don't like it, it does not bother me.
Why do I have a new url?
I had a friend in primary school and high school who I got really close to. In December 2012, he blocked and deleted me on Facebook. I wasn't so bothered... but obviously he has a vendetta against me nearly 1.5 years later writing hundreds of tweets on his private twitter (which one of my friends is a follower told me about), copying and pasting direct quotes on my blog calling me fat and a slut and stupid and teasing me about my acne and about the one thing I am most self conscious about - the fact I have one eye due to having cancer. I've gotten so much shit about this my entire life. You'd think it wouldn't happen but it does. I think it's the fact I had cancer and survived rather than died. I was so close to being fully blind and it could've spread to other parts in my body, so honestly I'm lucky in that sense, but it's becoming something that I am so self conscious about. So that's what happened. So don't give my link out to anyone, because that's betraying my trust. I post my link on Facebook because I care about you guys and want you to know about what I'm doing. Anyone on my Facebook list is lucky to be there considering how many times I've done "sweeps".
So what's different about this blog?
Escapades of discovery. Of self discovery, of global discovery, etc. I'm going to keep this blog even after my travels as my sort of consolation about life and something to just let it all out. I've had counselling before but I think my depression is getting worse and I need platforms to let things out rather than keep things in.
Why do I let things get to me?
Because there are only few people on my FB friends list who have the motherfucking homosexual balls at 19 years of age, going to the USA alone. Additionally, the age being 21+. Furthermore, I'm on a budget. I'm gay. Do you have the fucking balls? Did you work hard to base your trip around a $1.5k Britney Spears meet and greet ticket, flights, accomodation, food, shopping, sightseeing, laundry, medical? This shit didn't fall out of the motherfucking sky. I worked my fucking ASS off. I have THE RIGHT to brag about this. This is not luck. This is fucking hard work, determination, passion and persistence. Have a goal, work to achieve it, and you'll get it. If you let petty little fucking shit take over your life and make little decisions it will accumulate to one big bad thing. "You better work bitch" is totally right.
So let's get into it.
Today has really not been so adventurous.
I went on Grindr in the morning and saw a 20 year old with the caption
Interesting. He's 20 and he likes to do everything 21+ are only allowed to do.
I contacted him asking him if he knew where I could get a "f" (don't want to write the word incase the government is monitoring this), but you should get the point. I was going to meet him in an "Officeworks" sort of place to photocopy my Aussie ids - my uni card, my drivers license, and something I think I shouldn't have given him to photocopy, (not my passport) but the Brazilian Visa part of my passport but it has my passport number. When I saw him I was really worried because he looked really fucked up. Luckily I didn't go alone, I was with my German roommate Frank in case he tried to mug me to help protect me, because let's face it I'm a little girl. The guy knew I was tripping out and showed me the text convo with his lady friend who would manufacture it, and even called her about it. I told him I would give him the full payment when it was done, he said because it was not him making it there needs to be a downpayment. 50/50? No. He rang his friend, she wanted at least $75. So $75 out of $125 is what I gave. We are meeting tomorrow in a public place and cafe in the morning, so I'm thinking he's reliable. Worst comes to worst, I lose $75. But then again I have the problem of identity theft. Whatever happens after that time tomorrow, I'm going to the police and fabricating that I lost my wallet with a photocopy of my passport so at least there's some sort of barrier in case let's say someone wants to skip the border into Brazil (totes likely..).
I went back to the hostel and saw Joyce and she assured me everything will be alright. However, it's the only thing on my mind. I need today and tonight to go so quickly so I can just have that emotional security tomorrow. We went to Walgreens and Trader Joes and I bought some like grilled chicken strips which have 33 g of protein (fuck yeah) and a protein smoothie mix (fuck yeah) and... some Hershey's chocolate (noooo).
The Scottish girl backed out of Vegas which is such a shame, but we invited Frank to come with us to Vegas but not the creepy German guy. But we aren't sure if Frank is going with creepy German guy so we're not sure yet.
Right now it's dinner time and I'm going to pan sear my chicken strips and just eat it like that. I might have a tub of my Greek Yoghurt as well.
Budget:
$75 - f
$20 - Groceries
= $95.
I have nothing planned for tomorrow anyway, so this makes up for it.
So I could keep track of my travel experiences and remember things because I'm very forgetful. I wanted to be able to have a medium to let out my opinions, emotions and thoughts and digress about my day to people who I think would be interested in reading about my adventures.
Why do I go through my days so explicitly and deeply?
That's who I am. If you know me, you'd know.. I talk like this every day in real life. My day consists of checking out cute guys on the footpath and saying who I wanna fuck. So get over it. If you're going to judge me about this then do not even read my blog. If you are very religious, or don't like gays, or don't like pre marital sex, or gay pre marital sex, then this blog is not for you. On the other hand, do not mock me about it. This is who I am, and I'm proud of myself. If you don't like it, it does not bother me.
Why do I have a new url?
I had a friend in primary school and high school who I got really close to. In December 2012, he blocked and deleted me on Facebook. I wasn't so bothered... but obviously he has a vendetta against me nearly 1.5 years later writing hundreds of tweets on his private twitter (which one of my friends is a follower told me about), copying and pasting direct quotes on my blog calling me fat and a slut and stupid and teasing me about my acne and about the one thing I am most self conscious about - the fact I have one eye due to having cancer. I've gotten so much shit about this my entire life. You'd think it wouldn't happen but it does. I think it's the fact I had cancer and survived rather than died. I was so close to being fully blind and it could've spread to other parts in my body, so honestly I'm lucky in that sense, but it's becoming something that I am so self conscious about. So that's what happened. So don't give my link out to anyone, because that's betraying my trust. I post my link on Facebook because I care about you guys and want you to know about what I'm doing. Anyone on my Facebook list is lucky to be there considering how many times I've done "sweeps".
So what's different about this blog?
Escapades of discovery. Of self discovery, of global discovery, etc. I'm going to keep this blog even after my travels as my sort of consolation about life and something to just let it all out. I've had counselling before but I think my depression is getting worse and I need platforms to let things out rather than keep things in.
Why do I let things get to me?
Because there are only few people on my FB friends list who have the motherfucking homosexual balls at 19 years of age, going to the USA alone. Additionally, the age being 21+. Furthermore, I'm on a budget. I'm gay. Do you have the fucking balls? Did you work hard to base your trip around a $1.5k Britney Spears meet and greet ticket, flights, accomodation, food, shopping, sightseeing, laundry, medical? This shit didn't fall out of the motherfucking sky. I worked my fucking ASS off. I have THE RIGHT to brag about this. This is not luck. This is fucking hard work, determination, passion and persistence. Have a goal, work to achieve it, and you'll get it. If you let petty little fucking shit take over your life and make little decisions it will accumulate to one big bad thing. "You better work bitch" is totally right.
So let's get into it.
Today has really not been so adventurous.
I went on Grindr in the morning and saw a 20 year old with the caption
I blaze, I drink, I party, I got the right hookups. Top. 20 y.o
Interesting. He's 20 and he likes to do everything 21+ are only allowed to do.
I contacted him asking him if he knew where I could get a "f" (don't want to write the word incase the government is monitoring this), but you should get the point. I was going to meet him in an "Officeworks" sort of place to photocopy my Aussie ids - my uni card, my drivers license, and something I think I shouldn't have given him to photocopy, (not my passport) but the Brazilian Visa part of my passport but it has my passport number. When I saw him I was really worried because he looked really fucked up. Luckily I didn't go alone, I was with my German roommate Frank in case he tried to mug me to help protect me, because let's face it I'm a little girl. The guy knew I was tripping out and showed me the text convo with his lady friend who would manufacture it, and even called her about it. I told him I would give him the full payment when it was done, he said because it was not him making it there needs to be a downpayment. 50/50? No. He rang his friend, she wanted at least $75. So $75 out of $125 is what I gave. We are meeting tomorrow in a public place and cafe in the morning, so I'm thinking he's reliable. Worst comes to worst, I lose $75. But then again I have the problem of identity theft. Whatever happens after that time tomorrow, I'm going to the police and fabricating that I lost my wallet with a photocopy of my passport so at least there's some sort of barrier in case let's say someone wants to skip the border into Brazil (totes likely..).
I went back to the hostel and saw Joyce and she assured me everything will be alright. However, it's the only thing on my mind. I need today and tonight to go so quickly so I can just have that emotional security tomorrow. We went to Walgreens and Trader Joes and I bought some like grilled chicken strips which have 33 g of protein (fuck yeah) and a protein smoothie mix (fuck yeah) and... some Hershey's chocolate (noooo).
The Scottish girl backed out of Vegas which is such a shame, but we invited Frank to come with us to Vegas but not the creepy German guy. But we aren't sure if Frank is going with creepy German guy so we're not sure yet.
Right now it's dinner time and I'm going to pan sear my chicken strips and just eat it like that. I might have a tub of my Greek Yoghurt as well.
Budget:
$75 - f
$20 - Groceries
= $95.
I have nothing planned for tomorrow anyway, so this makes up for it.
You know you're staying in a hostel when...
You read "free breakfast" and get excite because you're on a budget but it's actually so disgusting you buy your own groceries.
You sit alone on purpose to make new friends.
You are always woken up by someone turning the light on at a ridiculous time of the night.
You are room mating with Australians.
You put food marked with your name in the fridge and STILL someone eats it.
You are drunk mostly every night.
You are constantly in search of a power outlet.
You make new friends and go out together, except that one person who will not stop pestering you.
You are constantly angry in the morning because some cunt is taking too long in the shower so you get revenge on them by using their shower products.
You turn the tap on while you're on the toilet.
You leave your towel hanging in the toilet and it becomes to be used as a footrag.
You are room mating with Asians that keep to themselves and are anti social.
You have people who turn the fan on or leave the window open when it's ridiculously cold.
You are in constant search of stable Internet connection.
You miss home.
You are most likely on a budget or travelling many cities.
You buy flip flops and someone takes them.
You are paranoid and shove everything in the locker in case someone decides to steal your Calvin Klein underwear.
You get a mixed room and room mate with girls who leave their shit all over the floor and take an hour each in the bathroom.
You are well equipped with your hair straightener and other numerous electronics and some cunt wants to use them.
You take advantage of any free alcohol that is unmarked in the fridge.
You take advantage of any free food that is preservative or gluten free that is unmarked in the fridge.
You wake up and come home at ridiculous times of the night.
You sit outside and everyone is smoking and as soon as you know it you smell like cigarettes.
You go out clubbing nearly every night.
You put your earphones in to talk to no one but someone will not get the point.
You are in your room and someone is bragging about their life.
You sign up on tours by the hostel but they're actually really shit.
You make plans with specific people and other people invite themselves.
You are most likely in a debt because people owe you money.
You most likely have the driest chapped skin because the water is chlorinated.
You are astonished how the vending machine sells condoms and alcohol but not a regular bottle of water.
You imagine staying in a luxury hotel.
You are eating sweetened bread.
You are questioning how much your room is really worth.
You are sneaking food in the room hoping the cleaner doesn't find it because it's not allowed.
You are kept awake by people having sex in the bathroom because technically you are only disallowed "in the room".
You catch someone touching your stuff (this has actually happened).
You can't find your bag because someone's moved it.
You don't trust leaving your razor out in the bathroom because someone's probably used it to shave their pubes.
You spend more time waiting for hot water to come out than actually having a shower.
You're using someone's mouth wash.
You are utilising the concept of free towels.
You are awoken by housekeeping at early times of the morning.
You always carry condoms.
You have most likely been checked out by someone, some girl is keen for your D or made someone hard.
You eavesdrop on all the boys talking about that one girl from Brazil everyone wants to fuck.
You talk to one or two English girls who are probably sluts and most likely have put out to every guy in the hostel.
You stay away from that one person in the hostel that parades the fact they do hard drugs.
You stay away from the people with strange piercings or odd hair colours because you think they're thieves and most of the time they are.
You don't give out free cigarettes to anyone unless you want to fuck them.
You are a guy and a girl is in front of you and some guy opens the door for her and then slams it in your face.
You begin to hate it because everything is so sex driven.
You get paranoid you'll get caught with "stuff" at the airport, not because you're smoking it but because everyone else around you is.
You actually begin to dislike party culture.
You miss your food at home.
You miss your comfy bed.
You miss snuggling with your teddy bear at nearly 20 years of age.
You miss your wifi.
You miss your washing machine.
You miss your lazy days.
You miss your own food.
You miss home.
You sit alone on purpose to make new friends.
You are always woken up by someone turning the light on at a ridiculous time of the night.
You are room mating with Australians.
You put food marked with your name in the fridge and STILL someone eats it.
You are drunk mostly every night.
You are constantly in search of a power outlet.
You make new friends and go out together, except that one person who will not stop pestering you.
You are constantly angry in the morning because some cunt is taking too long in the shower so you get revenge on them by using their shower products.
You turn the tap on while you're on the toilet.
You leave your towel hanging in the toilet and it becomes to be used as a footrag.
You are room mating with Asians that keep to themselves and are anti social.
You have people who turn the fan on or leave the window open when it's ridiculously cold.
You are in constant search of stable Internet connection.
You miss home.
You are most likely on a budget or travelling many cities.
You buy flip flops and someone takes them.
You are paranoid and shove everything in the locker in case someone decides to steal your Calvin Klein underwear.
You get a mixed room and room mate with girls who leave their shit all over the floor and take an hour each in the bathroom.
You are well equipped with your hair straightener and other numerous electronics and some cunt wants to use them.
You take advantage of any free alcohol that is unmarked in the fridge.
You take advantage of any free food that is preservative or gluten free that is unmarked in the fridge.
You wake up and come home at ridiculous times of the night.
You sit outside and everyone is smoking and as soon as you know it you smell like cigarettes.
You go out clubbing nearly every night.
You put your earphones in to talk to no one but someone will not get the point.
You are in your room and someone is bragging about their life.
You sign up on tours by the hostel but they're actually really shit.
You make plans with specific people and other people invite themselves.
You are most likely in a debt because people owe you money.
You most likely have the driest chapped skin because the water is chlorinated.
You are astonished how the vending machine sells condoms and alcohol but not a regular bottle of water.
You imagine staying in a luxury hotel.
You are eating sweetened bread.
You are questioning how much your room is really worth.
You are sneaking food in the room hoping the cleaner doesn't find it because it's not allowed.
You are kept awake by people having sex in the bathroom because technically you are only disallowed "in the room".
You catch someone touching your stuff (this has actually happened).
You can't find your bag because someone's moved it.
You don't trust leaving your razor out in the bathroom because someone's probably used it to shave their pubes.
You spend more time waiting for hot water to come out than actually having a shower.
You're using someone's mouth wash.
You are utilising the concept of free towels.
You are awoken by housekeeping at early times of the morning.
You always carry condoms.
You have most likely been checked out by someone, some girl is keen for your D or made someone hard.
You eavesdrop on all the boys talking about that one girl from Brazil everyone wants to fuck.
You talk to one or two English girls who are probably sluts and most likely have put out to every guy in the hostel.
You stay away from that one person in the hostel that parades the fact they do hard drugs.
You stay away from the people with strange piercings or odd hair colours because you think they're thieves and most of the time they are.
You don't give out free cigarettes to anyone unless you want to fuck them.
You are a guy and a girl is in front of you and some guy opens the door for her and then slams it in your face.
You begin to hate it because everything is so sex driven.
You get paranoid you'll get caught with "stuff" at the airport, not because you're smoking it but because everyone else around you is.
You actually begin to dislike party culture.
You miss your food at home.
You miss your comfy bed.
You miss snuggling with your teddy bear at nearly 20 years of age.
You miss your wifi.
You miss your washing machine.
You miss your lazy days.
You miss your own food.
You miss home.
Day 23: Los Angeles
Why did I create a blog?
So I could keep track of my travel experiences and remember things because I'm very forgetful. I wanted to be able to have a medium to let out my opinions, emotions and thoughts and digress about my day to people who I think would be interested in reading about my adventures.
Why do I go through my days so explicitly and deeply?
That's who I am. If you know me, you'd know.. I talk like this every day in real life. My day consists of checking out cute guys on the footpath and saying who I wanna fuck. So get over it. If you're going to judge me about this then do not even read my blog. If you are very religious, or don't like gays, or don't like pre marital sex, or gay pre marital sex, then this blog is not for you. On the other hand, do not mock me about it. This is who I am, and I'm proud of myself. If you don't like it, it does not bother me.
Let's address something.
I had a friend in primary school and high school who I got really close to. In December 2012, he blocked and deleted me on Facebook. I wasn't so bothered... but obviously he has a vendetta against me nearly 1.5 years later writing hundreds of tweets on his private twitter (which one of my friends is a follower told me about), copying and pasting direct quotes on my blog calling me fat and a slut and stupid and teasing me about my acne and about the one thing I am most self conscious about - the fact I have one eye due to having cancer. I've gotten so much shit about this my entire life. You'd think it wouldn't happen but it does. I think it's the fact I had cancer and survived rather than died. I was so close to being fully blind and it could've spread to other parts in my body, so honestly I'm lucky in that sense, but it's becoming something that I am so self conscious about. So that's what happened. So don't give my link out to anyone, because that's betraying my trust. I post my link on Facebook because I care about you guys and want you to know about what I'm doing. Anyone on my Facebook list is lucky to be there considering how many times I've done "sweeps". This guy obviously has his own insecurites and fucked up issues, and honestly he totally left my mind ever since he deleted me so I was honestly surprised at his immaturity. Ha.
I am determined.
Because there are only few people on my FB friends list who have the motherfucking homosexual balls at 19 years of age, going to the USA alone. Additionally, the age being 21+. Furthermore, I'm on a budget. I'm gay. Do you have the fucking balls? Did you work hard to base your trip around a $1.5k Britney Spears meet and greet ticket, flights, accomodation, food, shopping, sightseeing, laundry, medical? This shit didn't fall out of the motherfucking sky. I worked my fucking ASS off. I have THE RIGHT to brag about this. This is not luck. This is fucking hard work, determination, passion and persistence. Have a goal, work to achieve it, and you'll get it. If you let petty little fucking shit take over your life and make little decisions it will accumulate to one big bad thing. "You better work bitch" is totally right.
So let's get into it.
Today has really not been so adventurous.
I went back to the hostel and saw Joyce and she assured me everything will be alright. However, it's the only thing on my mind. I need today and tonight to go so quickly so I can just have that emotional security tomorrow. We went to Walgreens and Trader Joes and I bought some like grilled chicken strips which have 33 g of protein (fuck yeah) and a protein smoothie mix (fuck yeah) and... some Hershey's chocolate (noooo).
The Scottish girl backed out of Vegas which is such a shame, but we invited Frank to come with us to Vegas but not the creepy German guy. But we aren't sure if Frank is going with creepy German guy so we're not sure yet.
Right now it's dinner time and I'm going to pan sear my chicken strips and just eat it like that. I might have a tub of my Greek Yoghurt as well.
Budget:
$75 - f
$20 - Groceries
= $95.
I have nothing planned for tomorrow anyway, so this makes up for it.
So I could keep track of my travel experiences and remember things because I'm very forgetful. I wanted to be able to have a medium to let out my opinions, emotions and thoughts and digress about my day to people who I think would be interested in reading about my adventures.
Why do I go through my days so explicitly and deeply?
That's who I am. If you know me, you'd know.. I talk like this every day in real life. My day consists of checking out cute guys on the footpath and saying who I wanna fuck. So get over it. If you're going to judge me about this then do not even read my blog. If you are very religious, or don't like gays, or don't like pre marital sex, or gay pre marital sex, then this blog is not for you. On the other hand, do not mock me about it. This is who I am, and I'm proud of myself. If you don't like it, it does not bother me.
Let's address something.
I had a friend in primary school and high school who I got really close to. In December 2012, he blocked and deleted me on Facebook. I wasn't so bothered... but obviously he has a vendetta against me nearly 1.5 years later writing hundreds of tweets on his private twitter (which one of my friends is a follower told me about), copying and pasting direct quotes on my blog calling me fat and a slut and stupid and teasing me about my acne and about the one thing I am most self conscious about - the fact I have one eye due to having cancer. I've gotten so much shit about this my entire life. You'd think it wouldn't happen but it does. I think it's the fact I had cancer and survived rather than died. I was so close to being fully blind and it could've spread to other parts in my body, so honestly I'm lucky in that sense, but it's becoming something that I am so self conscious about. So that's what happened. So don't give my link out to anyone, because that's betraying my trust. I post my link on Facebook because I care about you guys and want you to know about what I'm doing. Anyone on my Facebook list is lucky to be there considering how many times I've done "sweeps". This guy obviously has his own insecurites and fucked up issues, and honestly he totally left my mind ever since he deleted me so I was honestly surprised at his immaturity. Ha.
I am determined.
Because there are only few people on my FB friends list who have the motherfucking homosexual balls at 19 years of age, going to the USA alone. Additionally, the age being 21+. Furthermore, I'm on a budget. I'm gay. Do you have the fucking balls? Did you work hard to base your trip around a $1.5k Britney Spears meet and greet ticket, flights, accomodation, food, shopping, sightseeing, laundry, medical? This shit didn't fall out of the motherfucking sky. I worked my fucking ASS off. I have THE RIGHT to brag about this. This is not luck. This is fucking hard work, determination, passion and persistence. Have a goal, work to achieve it, and you'll get it. If you let petty little fucking shit take over your life and make little decisions it will accumulate to one big bad thing. "You better work bitch" is totally right.
So let's get into it.
Today has really not been so adventurous.
I went back to the hostel and saw Joyce and she assured me everything will be alright. However, it's the only thing on my mind. I need today and tonight to go so quickly so I can just have that emotional security tomorrow. We went to Walgreens and Trader Joes and I bought some like grilled chicken strips which have 33 g of protein (fuck yeah) and a protein smoothie mix (fuck yeah) and... some Hershey's chocolate (noooo).
The Scottish girl backed out of Vegas which is such a shame, but we invited Frank to come with us to Vegas but not the creepy German guy. But we aren't sure if Frank is going with creepy German guy so we're not sure yet.
Right now it's dinner time and I'm going to pan sear my chicken strips and just eat it like that. I might have a tub of my Greek Yoghurt as well.
Budget:
$75 - f
$20 - Groceries
= $95.
I have nothing planned for tomorrow anyway, so this makes up for it.
You know you're staying in a hostel when..
You read "free breakfast" and get excite because you're on a budget but it's actually so disgusting you buy your own groceries.
You sit alone on purpose to make new friends.
You are always woken up by someone turning the light on at a ridiculous time of the night.
You are room mating with Australians.
You put food marked with your name in the fridge and STILL someone eats it.
You are drunk mostly every night.
You are constantly in search of a power outlet.
You make new friends and go out together, except that one person who will not stop pestering you.
You are constantly angry in the morning because some cunt is taking too long in the shower so you get revenge on them by using their shower products.
You turn the tap on while you're on the toilet.
You leave your towel hanging in the toilet and it becomes to be used as a footrag.
You are room mating with Asians that keep to themselves and are anti social.
You have people who turn the fan on or leave the window open when it's ridiculously cold.
You are in constant search of stable Internet connection.
You miss home.
You are most likely on a budget or travelling many cities.
You buy flip flops and someone takes them.
You are paranoid and shove everything in the locker in case someone decides to steal your Calvin Klein underwear.
You get a mixed room and room mate with girls who leave their shit all over the floor and take an hour each in the bathroom.
You are well equipped with your hair straightener and other numerous electronics and some cunt wants to use them.
You take advantage of any free alcohol that is unmarked in the fridge.
You take advantage of any free food that is preservative or gluten free that is unmarked in the fridge.
You wake up and come home at ridiculous times of the night.
You sit outside and everyone is smoking and as soon as you know it you smell like cigarettes.
You go out clubbing nearly every night.
You put your earphones in to talk to no one but someone will not get the point.
You are in your room and someone is bragging about their life.
You sign up on tours by the hostel but they're actually really shit.
You make plans with specific people and other people invite themselves.
You are most likely in a debt because people owe you money.
You most likely have the driest chapped skin because the water is chlorinated.
You are astonished how the vending machine sells condoms and alcohol but not a regular bottle of water.
You imagine staying in a luxury hotel.
You are eating sweetened bread.
You are questioning how much your room is really worth.
You are sneaking food in the room hoping the cleaner doesn't find it because it's not allowed.
You are kept awake by people having sex in the bathroom because technically you are only disallowed "in the room".
You catch someone touching your stuff (this has actually happened).
You can't find your bag because someone's moved it.
You don't trust leaving your razor out in the bathroom because someone's probably used it to shave their pubes.
You spend more time waiting for hot water to come out than actually having a shower.
You're using someone's mouth wash.
You are utilising the concept of free towels.
You are awoken by housekeeping at early times of the morning.
You always carry condoms.
You have most likely been checked out by someone, some girl is keen for your D or made someone hard.
You eavesdrop on all the boys talking about that one girl from Brazil everyone wants to fuck.
You talk to one or two English girls who are probably sluts and most likely have put out to every guy in the hostel.
You stay away from that one person in the hostel that parades the fact they do hard drugs.
You stay away from the people with strange piercings or odd hair colours because you think they're thieves and most of the time they are.
You don't give out free cigarettes to anyone unless you want to fuck them.
You are a guy and a girl is in front of you and some guy opens the door for her and then slams it in your face.
You begin to hate it because everything is so sex driven.
You get paranoid you'll get caught with "stuff" at the airport, not because you're smoking it but because everyone else around you is.
You actually begin to dislike party culture.
You miss your food at home.
You miss your comfy bed.
You miss snuggling with your teddy bear at nearly 20 years of age.
You miss your wifi.
You miss your washing machine.
You miss your lazy days.
You miss your own food.
You miss home.
You sit alone on purpose to make new friends.
You are always woken up by someone turning the light on at a ridiculous time of the night.
You are room mating with Australians.
You put food marked with your name in the fridge and STILL someone eats it.
You are drunk mostly every night.
You are constantly in search of a power outlet.
You make new friends and go out together, except that one person who will not stop pestering you.
You are constantly angry in the morning because some cunt is taking too long in the shower so you get revenge on them by using their shower products.
You turn the tap on while you're on the toilet.
You leave your towel hanging in the toilet and it becomes to be used as a footrag.
You are room mating with Asians that keep to themselves and are anti social.
You have people who turn the fan on or leave the window open when it's ridiculously cold.
You are in constant search of stable Internet connection.
You miss home.
You are most likely on a budget or travelling many cities.
You buy flip flops and someone takes them.
You are paranoid and shove everything in the locker in case someone decides to steal your Calvin Klein underwear.
You get a mixed room and room mate with girls who leave their shit all over the floor and take an hour each in the bathroom.
You are well equipped with your hair straightener and other numerous electronics and some cunt wants to use them.
You take advantage of any free alcohol that is unmarked in the fridge.
You take advantage of any free food that is preservative or gluten free that is unmarked in the fridge.
You wake up and come home at ridiculous times of the night.
You sit outside and everyone is smoking and as soon as you know it you smell like cigarettes.
You go out clubbing nearly every night.
You put your earphones in to talk to no one but someone will not get the point.
You are in your room and someone is bragging about their life.
You sign up on tours by the hostel but they're actually really shit.
You make plans with specific people and other people invite themselves.
You are most likely in a debt because people owe you money.
You most likely have the driest chapped skin because the water is chlorinated.
You are astonished how the vending machine sells condoms and alcohol but not a regular bottle of water.
You imagine staying in a luxury hotel.
You are eating sweetened bread.
You are questioning how much your room is really worth.
You are sneaking food in the room hoping the cleaner doesn't find it because it's not allowed.
You are kept awake by people having sex in the bathroom because technically you are only disallowed "in the room".
You catch someone touching your stuff (this has actually happened).
You can't find your bag because someone's moved it.
You don't trust leaving your razor out in the bathroom because someone's probably used it to shave their pubes.
You spend more time waiting for hot water to come out than actually having a shower.
You're using someone's mouth wash.
You are utilising the concept of free towels.
You are awoken by housekeeping at early times of the morning.
You always carry condoms.
You have most likely been checked out by someone, some girl is keen for your D or made someone hard.
You eavesdrop on all the boys talking about that one girl from Brazil everyone wants to fuck.
You talk to one or two English girls who are probably sluts and most likely have put out to every guy in the hostel.
You stay away from that one person in the hostel that parades the fact they do hard drugs.
You stay away from the people with strange piercings or odd hair colours because you think they're thieves and most of the time they are.
You don't give out free cigarettes to anyone unless you want to fuck them.
You are a guy and a girl is in front of you and some guy opens the door for her and then slams it in your face.
You begin to hate it because everything is so sex driven.
You get paranoid you'll get caught with "stuff" at the airport, not because you're smoking it but because everyone else around you is.
You actually begin to dislike party culture.
You miss your food at home.
You miss your comfy bed.
You miss snuggling with your teddy bear at nearly 20 years of age.
You miss your wifi.
You miss your washing machine.
You miss your lazy days.
You miss your own food.
You miss home.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Day 22: Los Angeles
I'm just going to give you guys two posts in a day because normally I write the post the morning after but today is pretty much over.
After the adventurous escapade last night I got the bus back to the hostel. Some guy was reading the bible. Maybe 15 minutes later, out of nowhere some guy started demonically yelling at the poor Mexican woman in front of me with her groceries. Poor mamacita. So what happened? The guy with the bible started reading it to the possessed guy. Only in LA can you view an exorcism on the bus. The guy was like either possessed or mentally disabled or having a bad acid trip or a combination of all three.. I got off and walked back to the hostel.
I walked in at 9:15 and saw Joyce sitting down because our shuttle was at 10 to the beach. She was quite shocked that I had just arrived doing the walk of shame in the same clothes as the day before.
I quickly charged my phone, toasted and scoffed down my shitty bagel and got ready and Joyce, Libby and I went to Venice Beach. The culture was pretty hip and trendy but semi dirty. There were "doctors" issuing marijuana medical certificates (that's how you get weed here) by assessing you and giving you the certificate. I guess they must be doctors but of course corruption must be there. I mean the nurses outside were dressed skankily saying "come see the doctor!!! ;)"
We walked all the way from Venice beach down to Santa Monica and wandered aimlessly around the stores. There were a lot of cute dream catchers. I really want a dream catcher tattoo. We walked in many retail stores but I had to control myself and my spending and didn't get anything.
We got the shuttle back to the hostel and we bought groceries from Trader Joe's. We can't stand eating out anymore. It's either expensive if it's nice, or very unhealthy if it's cheap. Furthermore sometimes we just want a little snack during the day but little doesn't exist here. I bought the following:
- Sliced turkey breast
- mini tubs of yoghurt and Greek yoghurt
- tinned salmon (I wanted tuna but they don't have the finger lifter like back home, you need a legit can opener)
- 4 bananas, only 19c each!!
- these really cool and healthy pea chips
This way I can eat a healthy breakfast, pack a snack for lunch and make my own dinner. I can easily go there again if I need more supplies. Plus it's cheaper.
After that we made the spontaneous decision to go to an LA Lakers game. At first I was apprehensive because it was $67 for high seats, which was a bit expensive for me but after the game, it was worth it.
I'm not much of a sport person but I was genuinely intrigued the entire game. I was captivated and immersed myself into it. I think that's the difference with watching something live in real life rather than on tv.
We went back to the hostel and I'm so bummed out I'm not going out. But I think that's a good decision.
My mum told me that my aunty in the Philippines died and also apparently my dad is leaving for Italy in March.. So many things I need to catch up on.
But I think it is interesting how you can know so much about people from being away from them so much. From now on I'm making a pact to not talk to anyone from Australia besides my family just to let them know I'm okay. I will still Facebook and blog post and answer occasional messages about myself and my travels but that's it. I'm on a solo trip to relieve myself, not to feel miserable and cry crossing the road to Staples Center. No. I really hope I meet new people at uni this year and just be refreshed when I get back. This journey has been one of self discovery and I'm only halfway through, I wonder how deeply I'll get to know myself, my independence, my possible achievements and my limitations. I understand this sounds selfish but take it from the perspective of a gay, outcasted, 19 year old Australian travelling solo in USA where everything is 21 years plus and I'm on a tight budget and my parents hate me.
Empathy.
Is what everyone needs sometimes.
Self appreciation and the seeking of support and attention from others is not a bad thing.
At all.
Budget:
- $67: lakers game must give to Joyce (also owe her $13)
- $4: lunch
- $14: groceries
= $85
Could be better, but not bad.
After the adventurous escapade last night I got the bus back to the hostel. Some guy was reading the bible. Maybe 15 minutes later, out of nowhere some guy started demonically yelling at the poor Mexican woman in front of me with her groceries. Poor mamacita. So what happened? The guy with the bible started reading it to the possessed guy. Only in LA can you view an exorcism on the bus. The guy was like either possessed or mentally disabled or having a bad acid trip or a combination of all three.. I got off and walked back to the hostel.
I walked in at 9:15 and saw Joyce sitting down because our shuttle was at 10 to the beach. She was quite shocked that I had just arrived doing the walk of shame in the same clothes as the day before.
I quickly charged my phone, toasted and scoffed down my shitty bagel and got ready and Joyce, Libby and I went to Venice Beach. The culture was pretty hip and trendy but semi dirty. There were "doctors" issuing marijuana medical certificates (that's how you get weed here) by assessing you and giving you the certificate. I guess they must be doctors but of course corruption must be there. I mean the nurses outside were dressed skankily saying "come see the doctor!!! ;)"
We walked all the way from Venice beach down to Santa Monica and wandered aimlessly around the stores. There were a lot of cute dream catchers. I really want a dream catcher tattoo. We walked in many retail stores but I had to control myself and my spending and didn't get anything.
We got the shuttle back to the hostel and we bought groceries from Trader Joe's. We can't stand eating out anymore. It's either expensive if it's nice, or very unhealthy if it's cheap. Furthermore sometimes we just want a little snack during the day but little doesn't exist here. I bought the following:
- Sliced turkey breast
- mini tubs of yoghurt and Greek yoghurt
- tinned salmon (I wanted tuna but they don't have the finger lifter like back home, you need a legit can opener)
- 4 bananas, only 19c each!!
- these really cool and healthy pea chips
This way I can eat a healthy breakfast, pack a snack for lunch and make my own dinner. I can easily go there again if I need more supplies. Plus it's cheaper.
After that we made the spontaneous decision to go to an LA Lakers game. At first I was apprehensive because it was $67 for high seats, which was a bit expensive for me but after the game, it was worth it.
I'm not much of a sport person but I was genuinely intrigued the entire game. I was captivated and immersed myself into it. I think that's the difference with watching something live in real life rather than on tv.
We went back to the hostel and I'm so bummed out I'm not going out. But I think that's a good decision.
My mum told me that my aunty in the Philippines died and also apparently my dad is leaving for Italy in March.. So many things I need to catch up on.
But I think it is interesting how you can know so much about people from being away from them so much. From now on I'm making a pact to not talk to anyone from Australia besides my family just to let them know I'm okay. I will still Facebook and blog post and answer occasional messages about myself and my travels but that's it. I'm on a solo trip to relieve myself, not to feel miserable and cry crossing the road to Staples Center. No. I really hope I meet new people at uni this year and just be refreshed when I get back. This journey has been one of self discovery and I'm only halfway through, I wonder how deeply I'll get to know myself, my independence, my possible achievements and my limitations. I understand this sounds selfish but take it from the perspective of a gay, outcasted, 19 year old Australian travelling solo in USA where everything is 21 years plus and I'm on a tight budget and my parents hate me.
Empathy.
Is what everyone needs sometimes.
Self appreciation and the seeking of support and attention from others is not a bad thing.
At all.
Budget:
- $67: lakers game must give to Joyce (also owe her $13)
- $4: lunch
- $14: groceries
= $85
Could be better, but not bad.
Day 21: Los Angeles
Not that big.
Actually yeah. It was.
I got my hair done for quite cheap. I got a keratin treatment for $100 and a haircut for $40 at a top notch Beverly Hills hair salon. This is considerably cheaper than Sydney so I thought why not? I was so sick of my hair looking like cat pubes so this was refreshing. I hate how I can't wash it until after 72 hours though, it's like Jimmy Neutron right now, I can't wait to flatten it out. But it looks like it'll turn out great?
Side note: why don't people listen to me and trust me? Ugh.
Anyway, after that I had an amazing tuna sandwich at InkSac which is owned by a winner from top chef. I miss real tuna so bad! Tuna here is so shit. You can't open it yourself, you need a can opener. No thanks. Me and Joyce proceeded to go to Beverly Hills Center where I didn't buy anything.
After that I went to the That Awkward Moment premiere with Zac Efron with
Ok stop. I'm sick of fucking Germans inviting themselves to everything. No. Fuck off. You are NOT coming to Vegas with us god these people are irritating me.
Ok anyway.
I went with people from the Grammy Red Carpet. I became close with cute Scottish girl from the Grammys and she even gave me a lift to Santa Monica and she's joining me to Vegas. She is not a killer but she's beautiful and kind. She drove for an hour for me in the opposite direction so that says something.
After that I met up with my date in Santa Monica. We ate at a top notch Asian fusion restaurant called Monsoon Cafe which was participating in Dine LA. A three course meal for $25. We got vegetarian samosas, this really nice salmon curry dish, and a chocolate gateau and strawberry coulis. It was delicious. And he paid for it all, what a gentleman. We talked for 2 hours until the restaurant closed about the random things like fruit or coffee or beaches or just anything spontaneous, it wasn't awkward at all.
After that we chilled at his house and I knew what he wanted to do. During the restaurant we both conversed that we liked Beyonce's album. So what I did was put it on his laptop and then I kissed him. I was a bit self conscious about my appearances because I had ate so much that day but then we did it. He was too big at first and couldn't fit but he eventually fit in. He was French, Hispanic and Native American. What a mix. He wasn't forceful and made sure I didn't do anything I was uncomfortable with but I assured him I wasn't scared. He said I shouldn't worry about my appearance and that I had a beautiful body.
Side note: since when did we just start talking to random strangers on the train? That's where I'm writing this at the moment on my iPhone so excuse any grammatical errors.
I stayed the night at his house and he spooned me and then I left the next morning. He hasn't texted me yet but I wouldn't care if he didn't, he was nice, but you need something refreshing sometimes.
I'm on the train now really sad about this actually, I'm constantly mad and infuriated. I liked this guy and hoped he'd text me. Nick didn't text me back too... But there was this guy Marvin that wanted my number at the premiere but he looks too much like me.
I want to go home.
Or at least get out of LA. It's a bipolar roller coaster.
Budget:
$150 hair.
$10 food
Honestly it's funny. The days I spend more money the sadder I am, maybe I should just starve and not buy stuff and I'll be happy with my anorexic self with shitty clothes.
Actually yeah. It was.
I got my hair done for quite cheap. I got a keratin treatment for $100 and a haircut for $40 at a top notch Beverly Hills hair salon. This is considerably cheaper than Sydney so I thought why not? I was so sick of my hair looking like cat pubes so this was refreshing. I hate how I can't wash it until after 72 hours though, it's like Jimmy Neutron right now, I can't wait to flatten it out. But it looks like it'll turn out great?
Side note: why don't people listen to me and trust me? Ugh.
Anyway, after that I had an amazing tuna sandwich at InkSac which is owned by a winner from top chef. I miss real tuna so bad! Tuna here is so shit. You can't open it yourself, you need a can opener. No thanks. Me and Joyce proceeded to go to Beverly Hills Center where I didn't buy anything.
After that I went to the That Awkward Moment premiere with Zac Efron with
Ok stop. I'm sick of fucking Germans inviting themselves to everything. No. Fuck off. You are NOT coming to Vegas with us god these people are irritating me.
Ok anyway.
I went with people from the Grammy Red Carpet. I became close with cute Scottish girl from the Grammys and she even gave me a lift to Santa Monica and she's joining me to Vegas. She is not a killer but she's beautiful and kind. She drove for an hour for me in the opposite direction so that says something.
After that I met up with my date in Santa Monica. We ate at a top notch Asian fusion restaurant called Monsoon Cafe which was participating in Dine LA. A three course meal for $25. We got vegetarian samosas, this really nice salmon curry dish, and a chocolate gateau and strawberry coulis. It was delicious. And he paid for it all, what a gentleman. We talked for 2 hours until the restaurant closed about the random things like fruit or coffee or beaches or just anything spontaneous, it wasn't awkward at all.
After that we chilled at his house and I knew what he wanted to do. During the restaurant we both conversed that we liked Beyonce's album. So what I did was put it on his laptop and then I kissed him. I was a bit self conscious about my appearances because I had ate so much that day but then we did it. He was too big at first and couldn't fit but he eventually fit in. He was French, Hispanic and Native American. What a mix. He wasn't forceful and made sure I didn't do anything I was uncomfortable with but I assured him I wasn't scared. He said I shouldn't worry about my appearance and that I had a beautiful body.
Side note: since when did we just start talking to random strangers on the train? That's where I'm writing this at the moment on my iPhone so excuse any grammatical errors.
I stayed the night at his house and he spooned me and then I left the next morning. He hasn't texted me yet but I wouldn't care if he didn't, he was nice, but you need something refreshing sometimes.
I'm on the train now really sad about this actually, I'm constantly mad and infuriated. I liked this guy and hoped he'd text me. Nick didn't text me back too... But there was this guy Marvin that wanted my number at the premiere but he looks too much like me.
I want to go home.
Or at least get out of LA. It's a bipolar roller coaster.
Budget:
$150 hair.
$10 food
Honestly it's funny. The days I spend more money the sadder I am, maybe I should just starve and not buy stuff and I'll be happy with my anorexic self with shitty clothes.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Day 20: Los Angeles
Well.. today has been uneventful to say the least.
I woke up at 10 knowing I wasn't going to have a full on day. I sat outside and the German guy (not the hot one, the creepy one) kept asking me what I'm doing, where I'm going.
"I don't know."
I don't want him to hang around us and invite himself like he's done numerous times before. He's so odd. I know that sounds so bullying and child like but this guy is like 40 and he made jokes about killing us all and saying how Amsterdam is JUST about weed. Yeah so anyway, I was sitting outside and then I see someone walk out of the door. It was Ryan, a roommate I had during my stay in Miami who was really nice. We conversed and he told me he was going to see the place where Red Hot Chili Peppers recorded his favourite album. I would've went however I was not sure what time I had to be in places today, which I knew I had to be in places.
I ended up leaving to attempt to go to the Grammy's Red Carpet at 2:00. I had an iced mocha frappucino with caramel sauce on the whipped cream for lunch. Hey, it's got like 400 calories, so it's ample. Got on the subway, and topped up my tap card with $20 for a 7 day pass. I was sick of topping it up every day knowing I was gonna use close to enough to $20. I should've done it from the beginning when I topped it up with $!0. Oh well. I got on a train and a light rail to the Staples Center where the Grammy's were to be held. This man (who was obviously homeless) on the train kept talking to me. I have my earphones in for a reason. I do not want to talk to you.
"Does this go to the Staples Center?"
Well there is only ONE train that will go there and you are standing on that platform. So yes.
"Yes."
"Where you off to?"
"Staples Center."
"But where you off to?" he continued to hassle me.
"The Grammy's" I replied
"Same, you got a ticket?"
"No I'm just chilling"
"Oh I'm picking up mine. I'm a member."
Bullshit you fucking old fart. I had my earphones in blasting it loudly as possible so this motherfucker got the point. He would not stop hassling me, asking me where I lived (Hollywood), how old I was (22), if I was from USA (yes, migrated from Mexico). Stop fucking talking to me. As I was walking to the venue, I made sure he was in front of me so he could hurry up, I was slowing down on purpose so I wasn't near him and he kept looking back purposely going slower. At one point the light to cross went off, and I power walked into a crowd and I lost him. Yay. Freak.
Anyway, back to the Grammys. It was jam packed. The entire like 4 blocks was blocked off. Imagine like the Hume Highway blocked off, and you can't even cross the road. That was the Grammy's. I ended up walking down about 4 blocks to where I was allowed to cross the road and proceeded to enter a section that was barricaded off and there were so many fans waiting at the barricades. Mind you, we could not see a red carpet. If you see a horizontal strip that you'd assume would be where the red carpet is, and at the end you see an ANGLED red carpet, barricaded off my huge shields, you get a bit disheartened. I spoke to people around me who had been to numerous Grammy shows before and other award shows and premiere (there was a couple that met through doing that together for 5 years), and they told me it was the first time that the Grammy's had ever shielded it off and had it in that location rather than on the horizontal strip. The only "famous" people we saw was Tamar Braxton, Far East Movement, Capital Cities (they sing that song Safe and Sound), and Billy Ray Cyrus (who we just kept asking for Miley lol). This guy behind me kept talking about how he did meth with some famous person backstage, yeah bullshit, and I don't think that's a thing you should be like parading around anyway. I exchanged numbers with some of the nicer people so we could all go together to the premiere of That Awkward Moment with Zac Efron. Hopefully that's more fulfilling than the fucking Grammy's..
On the way home I gave in - I had Mcdonalds. I had a hot and spicy mcchicken and a small fries. That mcchicken was sized like a chicken and cheese, but it was so great. It wasn't as big as a normal mcchicken in Australia, knowingly because it was only $2 or something like that.
I made my way to the after parties, however I didn't realise how early I left.. I reached the Warner Music Group. Security was so tight. So. Tight. Like honestly if you were trying to get into that huge traffic light near St. James Station and Elizabeth St (I'm sure most of you know which one I'm talking about, you'd be told to move at Hyde Park Fountain. Legit. And they're so rude too!
"You better move bud or I'ma get the police on you"
I did not even say anything. I was just walking. I did not say one word. What if I legitimately wanted to get past? Fucking douche. The show was still on and even paparazzi were told to move by police. This was horrible. What were my chances? Very slim. It's not like me to give up on a celebrity opportunity, but I gave up.
I continued to walk to where another after party was at - the Republic Music Group after party. On the way I stopped at a Coffee Bean to kill some time because I was so early and I had a latte. I sat there for like 40 minutes just talking to Paolo because I missed his voice. I ended up realising, it's not going to be worth it. Was Britney, Miley, Gaga, Rihanna or Beyonce gonna be there? No. I gave up. Again. Honestly, celebrity stalking here is so different to back home. Security is so tight because of paparazzi and because a lot of the events are "invite only". They need to realise though we aren't trying to sneak into the events. (I'm writing this the next morning). It's a good thing I decided to go back home because the only notable people that went to the first after party was Katy Perry and Ed Sheeran (I'm a Katy fan but the first after party was too tight), the second after party no one went there, wow.
Getting home, I got a service called Lyft. It's like Uber back home, and cheaper than a cab. This service is so good, you can get a driver in like a minimal amount of time and it's a regular person and you just talk to them and all that stuff. It's pretty cool.
On the way home, I had been talking to my date for the next day (which is today, if that makes sense, I'm writing about Sunday and it's Monday right now).
Conversational tangent: Ugh. I'm so over Australians they are everywhere you go. Well maybe because there's a group of really homosexually ignorant folk here. Talking about fags trying to hit on them or how we are opposite a gay center (which we are) and how they're most likely to get STIs. I'm just keeping my mouth shut not because I'm not proud, but there's like 10 built guys and I wouldn't be surprised if I got bashed. Ignorant fucks. But hey Patrick just sat in front of me. Oh Patrick. But this chair smells like piss. Why am I sitting on it. Ugh.
Anyway, so yeah, I had been talking to my date and we organised dinner in Santa Monica together. I'm so excited!
Budget:
Food:
$4.50 - Starbucks
$5? - Coffee Bean
$4 - Mcdonalds
Oh I forgot I also ate dinner with Joyce and Reese, I ordered something but only finished half and gave the rest to Reese.
$12 - Spicy Chicken Fried Rice
= $26 (let's just round it up)
(Oh I found out what smells like piss, it's this woman's perfume, dumb bitch).
$26 - Taxi (10 + 16)
$20 - Recharging my public transport card (it'll be worth it)
22 + 26 + 20 = $66.
How the fuck did I spend $66. Honestly. That's still within my budget but fuck sake.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Day 19: Los Angeles
Patrick is so hot. He is like the perfect, tall, dark haired German guy I never had.
Love me. Please.
Sorry, I'm just sitting outside eating my pancake breakfast and sipping my coffee while staring at his beautiful chest exposed with his open, sky blue coloured shirt.
Ok so the main highlight of this post is.. I have anger issues. I am constantly mad. 24/7.
Let's start from the beginning of the day.
I woke up at 8am because my aunt from Orange County told me she would be at my hostel at about 9-10am. Right after I woke up she texted me she was going to get here at 11am. I actually wasn't mad at this time. To be honest I wasn't even tired from the insane night before which I had 4 hours sleep. I sat outside talking to people and then my aunt came. We decided to go to Orange County. We drove for about 2 hours (including a treacherous amount of traffic), and drove along the coastline to Newport Beach. Sound familiar? Well, if you're as big as a fan of the noughtie's show The OC, it should ring a bell. Newport Beach was a filming location for many of the scenes in the show. Remember that scene where there was a beach party with Ryan and Marissa and Paris Hilton even made a guest appearance? She really was the Kim Kardashian of the early 2000s.. Well I can tell you for sure, that The OC portrays the lavish and rich culture of Orange County very precisely. Houses are built on cliffs with great views of the ocean and I can tell you the views are great.
We drove along the coast and reached Laguna Beach. Does anyone remember that show Laguna Beach which was sort of like Jersey Shore except less trashy and more "I'm a preppy little slut", and the theme song was "Come Clean" (let the rain fall down and wake my dreams..) by Hilary Duff. I don't know.. Maybe I'm just trying to convince you that you know these shows just based on my pre-pubescent fagginess. We stayed in Laguna Beach, and I tanned because it was a very clear, sunny, and warm day. The view from the top of the beach was great.
Tangent: Oh great. He's sitting in front of me now. With his legs spread. Oh my god. His chest hair.
Fuck my life.
Ok back to the point. The beach was considerably nicer than Santa Monica beach and Miami beach. It reminded me a lot of Sydney's beaches. I perved on the hot Cali boys playing volleyball and spoke to my mum on Viber and just sat down with my aunty. We had lunch nearby at a restaurant called Tommy Bahama, based on it's 4/5 star rating on Yelp. When we read the menu it seemed very expensive (at least for my liking), and then my aunty assured she would just pay for it. Ugh, I feel so bad.
I had a shrimp white wine pesto pasta. It was absolutely amazing. It tasted REAL. If you're back home reading this then you probably don't understand what I mean, but everything here tastes absolutely preserved and unnatural. Nothing tastes fresh. Not even oranges. My aunt had a seared tuna, quinoa and kale salad with all this other shit, but it was amazing too. For dessert we ordered a Pina Colada Rum cake.
"Small size or large size?" the waiter asked.
Well.. the small was $8, and the large was $10. We might as well get the large right?
Um.
The large could've fed about 4 people. Honestly. Wow.
But it was delicious, it was a vanilla cake with weaved in pineapple, coconut (shaved and toasted), a white chocolate mousse filling and cream on the side, as well as rum mixed in between. It was absolutely amazing. Honestly, I'm not much of a cake person, but that was one of the most amazing cakes I've ever had in my entire life. I couldn't finish it.
After that we drove back to the hostel and I reached the hostel at 7:30PM and thanked my aunt for the great day. I had organised to meet up with this very cute guy on Grindr to take me out to a rave (his choice) outside the hostel at 10PM. I was already ready by 8:30 so decided to have a nap... I wasn't going to be asleep for 2 hours right?
Fuck.
Here I am, organising a... practically a date with this guy, and I'm late by 30 minutes. He thought I ditched it and left and went to his friend's house. I now understand why guys aren't interested in me. Why did I not even think about putting an alarm? He rang me and texted me as well. I didn't even hear it. I'm so mad at myself. Normally I nap first (naked) to make sure I get myself ready by the time I have to be there. Fuck my life. I texted him apologising and saying how I actually did want to go out and how it probably looks like I was scared or didn't want to meet him. I did. That's the thing. He's too cute. And he thinks I'm cute too.. Well we organised to have a coffee date tomorrow (my shout) for my stupid mistake. I actually wanted to go to this rave. I'm actually a fucking stupid idiot. I'm actually so stupid.
As per usual, this got myself into one of my little "moods" where I wanted to go home and just cry. I really don't like LA, I feel like in the other cities I was in I didn't have a chance to do things but then something magical would happen which would allow it, but here it's just failure after failure. It sucks. And it also sucks how I'm here for super long too seeing as I extended my stay.
Another thing that's gotten me mad.. I've been trying to work out where is best to stalk celebrities because of the Grammy's. I only found helpful websites NOW that could've helped me meet Gaga... Twice. I have the worst luck in the world and I just feel like shit. I know I have like another week here, but it's so hard to stalk celebrities here because LA is huge. You can't just get a taxi and be at the same place in like 5-10 minutes like Sydney. It takes ages. And it's expensive. I know it shouldn't be the purpose of my trip here (which it isn't), but it just naturally makes me mad.
I'm now sorting out my itinerary for the day, the locations and times of the after parties.
I'm trying to have coffee with this guy as soon as possible so I can still come back and prepare my stuff for the Grammys and I have tickets to the Grammy Artists Listening Party and then I have to go get a taxi to Weho for the after parties at like 9 or 10pm.
I'm really starting to miss home so much. It's been nearly 3 weeks. It's been so long. 3 weeks would fly by back home and I'm nearly finished January. Wow. I miss my mum and I hate to say it... I miss my dad too. Not 100% though..
What I miss most is my bed and working for money and the gym and doing things on my own and eating proper food and fresh fruit and my computer and my electric toothbrush and my hair straightener and my tv and my washing machine..
So strange.
As cunty as it sounds I don't think right now I really miss my friends (not as a bad thing). It's more of a "I want to be independent and meet new people" thing. I know a lot of you are probably reading this, but when I say "I miss you", I do mean it. But if I scrape down that layer of craving affection, I really do enjoy meeting new people and having these great experiences which undoubtedly, Australia is shielding me from. We crave security and affection from the people around us, and what I'm doing is just seeking security from new people for the time being. It's a semi-relief period.
One thing I don't miss is petty drama and other people's problems. I can't even sort out my own and I'm on this trip to get away from it all and I don't want to be immersed in it. I know my gameplan for when I get back. No longer give a fuck about people who don't give a fuck about you. Don't listen to people who don't listen to you. Don't tell me your problems if I can't solve my own which are similar to yours. Don't use me. Don't abuse me. I've told my closest friends here in LA about my issues, my problems and my struggles because that's the environment we have here. We can divulge all our deepest and darkest secrets because who are the people we meet - fundamentally, they are no one to us. They are new, neutral parties which can develop into greater friends but think about it - when are we gonna see each other again?
Ok there goes my tangental rant and this bitch next to me keeps blowing her smoke in my direction when I'm wearing my Mickey Mouse shirt which needs to last the whole day.
Thanks bitch.
Budget -
= $0
Aunt paid for everything.. but I forgot to add this the other day.
$150 to Joyce for the Hotel in Vegas.
$25 for the bus from LA to Vegas.
= $175.
I don't know how I'm going to incorporate this.. I think I'm just gonna add this to the days that I'm in Vegas. So maybe discard this? But I'll keep it here so I don't forget.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Day 18: Los Angeles
This is going to be a very long post, because what happened in the past two days has been an emotional rollercoaster to say the least. And if you know me, I already am pretty moody, so I'm going to explain this really well to try to get you to empathise with me.
So let's start with where we left off. Thursday night and my clubbing escapade. I was wanting to go to Tigerheat for a while, but I had no one to go with. To be honest, I have no shame in going by myself though (only when I'm on holiday, I would never go out alone at home). I was just randomly on Grindr and this guy popped up to me saying he works in another hostel and that he was going with 2 friends to Tigerheat tonight. How convenient! Of course, I jumped on that opportunity. And I met them. Ok, let's explain those 3 - Grindr dude, blonde dude, fat dude. That's how we're going to explain them. The event was going to be a whole new nightclub opening on Hollywood and Highland in the shopping center (how cool is that). We waited in line and I was eyeing out blonde guy the entire time, but fat guy was eyeing him out too. I think you can see where this is going. I mean I already called him fat? We were waiting in line for like 15-20 minutes with people saying CASH ONLY, CASH ONLY. So... you'd think some idiots would get the fucking point. We reach the cashier, and fat guy only had card. You fucking idiot. You had like 20 minutes in that long ass line to get cash out, he even went to buy cigarettes. I was the only person with extra cash. Fuck, honestly, this is why I have trust issues with people! I fucking paid for him, not out of want, but out of forceability.
"I'll buy you a drink when we get inside."
"No, you're buying me two."
I had to stand up for myself. Entry was $12 each. I'm a lonesome traveller for crying out loud.
We entered the club and he bought a drink and we all entered the dancefloor. While he was flirting so bad with blonde guy (who I already knew wasn't interested in me), I snatched the drink off his hand.
"That's a vodka soda."
I proceeded to skull the entire drink.
"Done."
I'm actually such a cunt. But I love it. The same thing happened when he bought another drink, so I guess it evened out his entry fee, but I wasn't going to drink anyway.. I was getting moderately pissed off, not because I had lost this gorgeous, beautiful and muscular blonde guy to this fat, pretentious blob of shit. No. I'm fat, but at least I'm not pretentious! I was more mad at the fact that these two were hacking on like two flaming galah's and me and Grindr dude were trying hard to move around and hook up with all the cute guys in the club. You see, I get over hot guys easily when they're fucking stupid as fuck.
It was 12:30, I had 1.5 hours to find someone. The club was going to close at 2am. So fucking early. Basically I ended up meeting all their friends, who are nice and Grindr dude found someone - tall blonde guy who was with a friend we shall call 'designer singlet dude'. Grindr dude kept talking to tall blonde guy and I was semi interested in designer singlet dude.
Pretty much, I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Everyone are fucking cunts. There was ONE person that had to back out of the ride home. For fuck sake. No one else freaking volunteered and Grindr dude didn't even say bye to me. Maybe I'm the ungrateful one, hey? I was in such a shitty mood. I had put myself out there, and I didn't get with anyone. I felt ugly and horrible and cunty. I was thinking "What's wrong with me? Am I really that ugly?". Honestly, I started crying. I wasn't just crying though, I started hysterically bawling walking down Hollywood Blvd alone getting back to the hostel. I started thinking, "this wouldn't have happened at home", I started missing my family and friends. "I miss my mum. My parents are right, I shouldn't go out so much." I reached the hostel and cried myself to sleep. Great night, hey.
Now let's move on to the real Day 19 - Friday.
I woke up already in a shitty mood. Every motherfucker was taking their sweet ass time in the toilet. I'm so sick of them, they're annoying as fuck. These two Australian girls in my room take so fucking long in the toilet and always need it. Always. I got my revenge anyway, I used their brush and hair dryer.
Hold on, let's take a break while I write this. I'm writing this outside in the patio right now and this fucking 40 year old Australian guy is fucking creepy as fuck. I don't even know why he's here. He's all like "you're like the same age as my son. Whats the fascination with tattoos? My wife was..." bla bla bla shut the fuck up. You're like nearly 50 trying to mingle with young adults and you wear the same clothes everyday. Shut up. Don't talk to me. Ok I'm done with that random conversational tangent.
Ok anyway, I got up, saw Joyce and told her everything about my shitty fucking night. She sympathised with me, and we decided to go to Universal Studios today. The freaky German guy kept asking us what we're doing today..
"We don't know yet."
If we said what we were doing, this cunt would invite himself. Ugh. Old people.
It was going to cost $80 to go to Universal Studios. I didn't want to spend that, but Joyce really wanted to go. I feel like Joyce is like my older sister so I wanted her to go. We did a Studio Tour which takes us through different studios and sets, saw a stunt Water show, and did many rides. The Jurassic Park ride got us all ridiculously wet, but it was great. We also did the Mummy ride which was my favourite. I wasn't expecting it to be so crazy. I'm not really a rides person, I was yelling like a little pussy and Joyce was laughing. We went to a horror house and Joyce was like laughing at all the things that would pop out. We took photos with many characters, and I had pasta for lunch - Grilled Chicken Alfredo Pasta. It was okay, a bit overpriced though. I also bought candy because I was just so in the mood. We took photos with the minions, who were noticeably shorter than me. Joyce wondered, "is it a child in there or a dwarf?". It was actually a very good question, and I wondered "I could so be a minion!". Maybe if I were to move to LA I could dress up as a minion, hahaha. I was getting in a better mood because I was with Joyce. I'm getting really close with her. She's a great girl.
We got home and I wasn't sure if I was to meet with some Australians that I met in New Orleans, but I ended up not meeting with them because they're staying in Santa Monica. Me, Reese and Joyce went out for dinner and we tried the Indian place not far from our place. They both got curries and I got two samosas because I don't like eating too much before I go out, I get heaps bloated. But it was delicious. Reese was a gentleman as well paying for my naan bread.
We went back to the hostel and sorted out my proposition for us to go to Vegas together and book a hotel. We booked 3 days, 2 nights at The Mirage Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. I'm so excited! We're going to get the bus together and they know that I'm going to Britney on the Saturday.
Joyce (in her cute little French accent): "Just saying to you guys if you (points to Reese) bring a girl or if you (points to me) bring a guy, you must let me know and you must not do it".
Oh bless you Joyce!
Oh, here comes the German guy again, "Are you guys going to Vegas?"
"No."
I started to get ready to go out, and asked Joyce "Do I look slutty enough?"
"Yes."
Yay!! We all stayed outside a bit and talked to the 3 hot Aussies. Oh my god, I want to fuck them all so bad. They can inject me with heroin and fuck me! I haven't seen Peter in ages, and Jerry said that he's sick. Poor thing, I don't think I'l be able to say goodbye to him.
Ok wait again another conversational tangent. There's this really hot like German guy in front of me with an orange polo shirt with beautiful hair and leg hair named Patrick. Ugh, I'm just so fucking sexual on this trip, it's so bad.
Ok back to the day.
The Australian chick in my room had won tickets to see The Book of Mormon and she came back at that time and telling us she had met Gwen Stefani. I can't tell if this girl is bitchy or nice.. But they leave tomorrow anyway. So it's all good.
I had a nap and woke up at 11:00. Did I really want to go out? I was so fucking tired... And the guy I was supposed to go out with (another dude from Grindr), but we'll call him Santa Monica Grindr dude ditched me.. I was going to be alone.. What do I do? Australia girl suggested I just go and that they idea of being alone in the nightclub will fade after a while. The thing was to put yourself out there. She was right.
I installed this app called Lyft which is sort of like Uber back home, and is cheaper than a taxi. I got that to West Hollywood where I partied at a nightclub. I was waiting in the queue and some guy was promoting his club with a speaker blasting like black twerk music and nek minnit, you see a massive Elmo twerking on Cookie Monster with his hands behind his head, hahaha. I waited in the queue and noticed something... It was Asian night. It's not a racist thing but I don't really like hooking up with Asians. But hey, I was already here, and I told myself there could be hot ones. Which honestly there actually were hot Asians or halfies. I paid $20 (steep) and entered the club.
What happened was amazing and I'm so glad I went.
Yes, there were a lot of Asians but the music was great. They would play normal songs like Summertime Sadness or Work Bitch and classics like The Pussycat Dolls, and then there was K-Pop, understandably because it was Asian night. I used to be obsessed with K-Pop, but totally got over it. But I sort of got into it again when I heard the very house-like beats.
And then I met Nick. It took me a while to put myself out there on the dancefloor, but I did and started dancing and saw him near me. I put myself out there. I said to him, "You are gorgeous." and he said "You are too." and then we started dancing. He was gorgeous and white, which stood out for me in a crowd of Asians, hahaha. We went outside and started talking, he was studying at UCLA like microscience or micromedicine, something like that. He was like freshly 18, for like a month. We started talking about LA and the nightlife and school and all that sort of stuff. We went back to dance and Work Bitch came on. If you know me, you know that I fucking love that song. And whenever it comes on, wherever I am, I film it. Hahaha, it's my jam. Yeah so we continued dancing and then bam. We were hooking up. He was telling me he was Italian and that I was so cute. Oh my god, this guy is perfect. He then had to go back to his dorm because something had come up. We exchanged numbers and he said I might be seeing him during the week or we might go clubbing during the week. He kept telling me "How do you keep so in shape?" HAHAH WHAT?! I was like "I'm so not in shape, I had In n Out burger the other day?" He was like "Do you starve? What's your secret?"... "No.. I just wear really tight skinny jeans, haha". I can't believe someone thinks I'm skinny! Ok that was the first guy. Here comes the slut list..
The next guy was this white guy with a checkered shirt. He was tall and muscular and I wasn't expecting him to dance with me. Funny thing though, he started grinding on me. In my head I was like "omg no! I should be grinding on him." He turned around. Bam. We hooked up. Oh wow, this was so so interesting. I still missed Nick though. But meh, I'm on vacation bitch I can hook up with as many guys as I want! Then it was my turn to grind on him. It was good. and he started kissing my neck. Yay I wanted a hickey. Ok and then checkered shirt left to "find his friend". Okay, that's fine I wanted to move on!
Next guy. Colombian guy. What is with me and Colombians? Hahaha. He was so hot and muscular and I was grabbing his dick and he was like so hard. I started twerking on him and hooking up with him, lmao.. I was willing to go home with this guy. He started telling me he was going to fuck me and all this other shit. Yeah ok. He started getting really pushy and was like putting his hand like not just down my pants but like on my ass but not just on my ass like near my hole. Ummmmmmm, yeah ok probably too much information but if you can't handle it then fuck off. He was like "let's go back to my place, I'll fuck you bareback and cum in your ass." No thanks. Safe only.. I left him, I wasn't into someone who would have unsafe sex with me.
Next guy. Latino guy. I don't know what type of Latino he was but he was gorgeous. He approached me and talked about his tattoos and showed me (because mine were on display with my slutty outfit).. His tattoos were so great. He had like a trail of feathers and stars sort of things going up his V up to his ribs and some were like shaded in and some weren't. It was a great tattoo. But last night I got a lot of compliments of my tattoos anyway, especially my marriage equality tattoo - the one I'm proudest of the most. We were hooking up and he was really great and gentle kisser, with his studded snapback.
The club was legit about to close. I asked for my Lyft back and got home at like 4:30. I'm waiting on the patio right now about to meet my aunt from Orange County who is going to take me around.
I'm a bit mad about my budget lately, especially since I booked for Vegas. But I'm getting my mastercard today with my overdraft, so I think I should have enough. I just have to stop eating.
Budget (including the Thursday night):
$24 - Club on Thursday
$80 - Universal
$9 - Pasta
$4 - Indian food
$4 - Candy
$27 - Lyft Taxi
$20 - Club on Friday
= $168.
I keep telling myself it makes up for the like $20 I paid on Thursday, but oh well.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Day 18: Los Angeles
Adventurous to say the least.
I had the worst sleep last night. The 2 Swedish guys were packing their bags at 1230am, with the light on (I was the only other one in the room) and I was tired. Because I'm so nice I didn't say anything and let them be. At 1:15 when they finished packing I asked them if I could turn it off and they said yes. I was hoping for a splendid slumber. Ahh.. No. Two new Australian girls in my room came in at 3 presumably after the pub crawl and were conversing loudly with the Swedes. They woke me up. Ugh I hate this!
I woke up at 9 and everyone was taking their sweet ass time in the toilet and I thought the shuttle to the beach would leave at 11.. Jeanine texted me it leaves at 10. It was 9:45. People take so long! Fucking Australian girls. I felt so gross but I did not have time for a shower. I was furious. For breakfast I had a snickers bar, how very Casey Donovan of me.
I said goodbye to Jeanine and hugged her and me and Joyce were off to Santa Monica beach. We reached there and it wasn't very sunny but I tan easily so it was okay. We talked whilst tanning and 2 hours later we got the shuttle back to Hollywood.. Which was 30 minutes late.. That annoyed us too. On the shuttle were 3 Australian girls. The two in front of us were typical fat bogan annoying and the one in the front was typical hippie but she had like 7 luggages I kid you not.
I had a mini nap at the hostel and me, Joyce and her Australian roommate Libby went to go stalk Kim Kardashian who was taping her appearance on Jimmy Kimmel. Libby reminds me a lot like Rita Ora. On the way I had an iced caramel macchiato and we were waiting for Kim from 330-6 until she showed up.. She had her car take her to the DOOR. She didn't even walk down. I was furious. We immediately called her a whore. Lol.
This girl gave us 2 free tickets to the Jason Derulo concert, who I don't really like, but Joyce does. So I said why not? I couldn't bring my backpack so I gave it to Libby to take back to the hostel. Not going to lie I was very nervous because I didn't know her that well and I incorporated a "trust nobody" scheme upon entering the USA. Inside was my SLR camera.. But if we walked back we wouldn't have made it?
Turns out we had to walk back anyway because Joyce needed id. Libby wasn't there. I became worried about my goods..
At 645 when we needed to be in the concert area, Kim walked out and took photos with fans. The fucking bitch. Ugh!! Oh well the concert was great and definitely worth it. I have to admit I don't like Jason Derulo but his songs are catchy and me and Joyce had fun.
We left the concert a bit disheartened about Kim but I assured her that we needed to stop lingering on about it. We had dinner at a cute diner and we got a bit deep about boys, love and relationships. I'm a bit fucked up in that area but it was great to have someone caring and understanding like her to just listen to you with open ears. Upon leaving Australia I bottled up all those stories about boys until now and I just let it out. Ultimately there's some people back home I wish I could just delete and forget. I often think on this trip, "what if I don't come back?". I don't think people would miss me, because I wouldn't miss them.. A new life in your hands. Who wouldn't take it?
Oh and Libby didn't end up taking my stuff haha, she went makeup shopping instead. Tbh, it wasn't that I didn't trust her, I did but it was the first instance where my limits had to be tested. If she was sketchy then I wouldn't have given her my bag in the first place. She's a nice honest girl.
Being in a hostel you realise that all the other solo travellers can have similar or a multitude of personal issues. I feel like this is therapy for me, talking to neutral parties like a counsellor about your life.
I'm about to go gay clubbing at a new nightclub opening on Hollywood/Highland with some peeps from another hostel. I'm so excited. I hope I make out and hook up and meet some cute new boys. I need a refresher.
Budget:
$10 shuttle
$4 Starbucks
$7 dinner
$4 pizza lunch
= $25.
I'll add the nightclub entry and taxis to tomorrow's budget seeing as I don't know how much it'll be.
I had the worst sleep last night. The 2 Swedish guys were packing their bags at 1230am, with the light on (I was the only other one in the room) and I was tired. Because I'm so nice I didn't say anything and let them be. At 1:15 when they finished packing I asked them if I could turn it off and they said yes. I was hoping for a splendid slumber. Ahh.. No. Two new Australian girls in my room came in at 3 presumably after the pub crawl and were conversing loudly with the Swedes. They woke me up. Ugh I hate this!
I woke up at 9 and everyone was taking their sweet ass time in the toilet and I thought the shuttle to the beach would leave at 11.. Jeanine texted me it leaves at 10. It was 9:45. People take so long! Fucking Australian girls. I felt so gross but I did not have time for a shower. I was furious. For breakfast I had a snickers bar, how very Casey Donovan of me.
I said goodbye to Jeanine and hugged her and me and Joyce were off to Santa Monica beach. We reached there and it wasn't very sunny but I tan easily so it was okay. We talked whilst tanning and 2 hours later we got the shuttle back to Hollywood.. Which was 30 minutes late.. That annoyed us too. On the shuttle were 3 Australian girls. The two in front of us were typical fat bogan annoying and the one in the front was typical hippie but she had like 7 luggages I kid you not.
I had a mini nap at the hostel and me, Joyce and her Australian roommate Libby went to go stalk Kim Kardashian who was taping her appearance on Jimmy Kimmel. Libby reminds me a lot like Rita Ora. On the way I had an iced caramel macchiato and we were waiting for Kim from 330-6 until she showed up.. She had her car take her to the DOOR. She didn't even walk down. I was furious. We immediately called her a whore. Lol.
This girl gave us 2 free tickets to the Jason Derulo concert, who I don't really like, but Joyce does. So I said why not? I couldn't bring my backpack so I gave it to Libby to take back to the hostel. Not going to lie I was very nervous because I didn't know her that well and I incorporated a "trust nobody" scheme upon entering the USA. Inside was my SLR camera.. But if we walked back we wouldn't have made it?
Turns out we had to walk back anyway because Joyce needed id. Libby wasn't there. I became worried about my goods..
At 645 when we needed to be in the concert area, Kim walked out and took photos with fans. The fucking bitch. Ugh!! Oh well the concert was great and definitely worth it. I have to admit I don't like Jason Derulo but his songs are catchy and me and Joyce had fun.
We left the concert a bit disheartened about Kim but I assured her that we needed to stop lingering on about it. We had dinner at a cute diner and we got a bit deep about boys, love and relationships. I'm a bit fucked up in that area but it was great to have someone caring and understanding like her to just listen to you with open ears. Upon leaving Australia I bottled up all those stories about boys until now and I just let it out. Ultimately there's some people back home I wish I could just delete and forget. I often think on this trip, "what if I don't come back?". I don't think people would miss me, because I wouldn't miss them.. A new life in your hands. Who wouldn't take it?
Oh and Libby didn't end up taking my stuff haha, she went makeup shopping instead. Tbh, it wasn't that I didn't trust her, I did but it was the first instance where my limits had to be tested. If she was sketchy then I wouldn't have given her my bag in the first place. She's a nice honest girl.
Being in a hostel you realise that all the other solo travellers can have similar or a multitude of personal issues. I feel like this is therapy for me, talking to neutral parties like a counsellor about your life.
I'm about to go gay clubbing at a new nightclub opening on Hollywood/Highland with some peeps from another hostel. I'm so excited. I hope I make out and hook up and meet some cute new boys. I need a refresher.
Budget:
$10 shuttle
$4 Starbucks
$7 dinner
$4 pizza lunch
= $25.
I'll add the nightclub entry and taxis to tomorrow's budget seeing as I don't know how much it'll be.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Day 17: Los Angeles
Today was a day filled with a shit load of food.
I woke up at 8, and had a shower. Oh the hot Swedish guys brought more than themselves.. they brought Vanilla Body Wash! It's not thieving right? I'm just borrowing it. I smelt great. I am so shitty because I only realised now that I left my shampoo/conditioner and my shaving cream and body wash back in New Jersey, (not that I didn't wash myself, I had other soap but I didn't wash my hair or shave since then..), I'm going to have to stock up on some travel items from CVS.
Back home, I can't cook for shit. Mum would even tease me that I can't fry an egg well. I made a pancake with the pancake mix, and it came out 100% perfect. I doused that shit with syrup and shared it with Jeanine. It took me a lot of back and forth deciding, but I decided to join Jeanine and Joyce to the Getty Center. It was hard to get to with public transport, but we eventually reached there and it was greatly designed and the gardens were beautiful. We were all not arty people or museum people, so we made sure we didn't "milk" the museum per se. We decided to visit the Impressionism exhibit with the works of Monet, Van Gogh, etc. We walked around, and the sun was beautiful, and the gardens were great.
We had food which was a taco bowl - fried tortilla chips, grilled chicken, salsa, and all this other taco shit but it was motherfucking huge. Luckily at this time I was very hungry so I finished MOST of it. But serving sizes here are ridiculously large. I'm gonna make sure I get the small size from now on. I also was craving an iced coffee so I got an iced cappuccino. I totally didn't realise though that this was the place my aunt wanted to take me to on Saturday. Oops.. I hope she's not mad and that there's still something to do on Saturday when I meet her. Well, there is the Getty Villa place which is another region. Hopefully we go there.
After that we ventured to Santa Monica Pier and Beach (not swimming though). It was very foggy and you couldn't see the water from where we were standing on top of the sand. The sand is wide, I don't know how to explain, it is basically a wide span of sand, and then the beach. It reminded me a lot of Manly beach, especially the like shopping pedestrian street leading to the beach. The pier was great with a Bubba Gump Shrimp shop and a mini amusement park. I wanted to try a float, but unfortunately the float place was closed. We walked around and eventually went to get the bus home. It took like 2 hours on the bus to get home because there was a lot of traffic. Some weirdo on the bus was trying to talk to me and my girl friends (who didn't reply), but pretty much, I did.. He was like "Do you have twitter?" No. "Do you have instagram?" Yes but I'm not going to follow you.
"Well I do brand marketing"
Ok, no, I don't have social networking, I know you're just trying to advertise your self or your business!
And he gave my friend Jeanine shit about her "attitude" and how she must be "unlucky in relationships". Dude, get a reality check, he was a total trash bag bogan. Please, stop. I just don't like talking to strangers and we were all tired as fuck, we weren't in the mood.
On the way back to the hostel, I wanted to stop at a pharmacy to get Vaseline Petroleum Jelly. While I was taking my time, Joyce got harrassed by a homeless guy with his arms out. She gave him a hug. God, this girl is hilarious. Hahahaha. I felt partially responsible for her traumatic experience though. Furthermore, not that I wasn't full, but Jeanine wanted a cupcake. I shouted her a red velvet cream cheese, and I had a strawberry cream cheese. Man whoever invented cream cheese must be God!
We went back to the hostel and freshened up and met Peter for dinner tonight. Me, Jeanine and Peter were dying for sushi which Joyce doesn't like. We found a sushi place that also served Chinese food, so we went there. I got a tiger roll, which was absolutely amazing. It was the right amount of spice. During dinner, we asked a waiter to take our photo. I complained I looked fat in one and asked him to take another, which was perfect. Joyce borrowed the camera to look at the photos, "oh yes, you really look fat in that one". Thanks Joyce, you are brutally but wonderfully honest! No but I love her, she's great. We also had a fun talk about how in USA I'd be giving $1 or $2 tips instead of like 20%. Wow, you guys tip alot. It was $58 and I wanted to round it to $60, but they rounded it to $70.
After that we walked around where I bought havaianas for the beach tomorrow and went to American Apparel where I wanted to buy everything. Ugh. I hate clothes! On the way back, I saw a really cute hispanic gay couple..
Stefano: AWWW
Jeanine: What?
Stefano: They're so cute. I'm so sad. There's a cute gay couple. *frowns*
Jeanine: ... At least you got cute flip flops?
Yes. I'd take flip flops over a relationship anyday!
Now I'm in the hostel lounge, preparing for a beach day with Joyce tomorrow and we are going to stalk Kim Kardashian! It was great meeting Jeanine. She leaves tomorrow. Randomly bumping into her at the sign up sheets and her missing her limo ride, the gun club AND San Diego, she is hilarious. I think it's so funny how you can meet someone or talk to someone or spark a conversation in the strangest situations and then you become friends. That's great. I'm gonna miss her, but will hopefully see her when I'm in Paris for my exchange and she lives in The Netherlands.
Budget:
$18 cute flip flops
$15 sushi
$12 taco bowl
$4 iced cappuccino
$3 vaseline
$6 cup cakes
= $48.
Yeah, I'm proud of myself. Hopefully I get a pic with Kim K tomorrow!
I woke up at 8, and had a shower. Oh the hot Swedish guys brought more than themselves.. they brought Vanilla Body Wash! It's not thieving right? I'm just borrowing it. I smelt great. I am so shitty because I only realised now that I left my shampoo/conditioner and my shaving cream and body wash back in New Jersey, (not that I didn't wash myself, I had other soap but I didn't wash my hair or shave since then..), I'm going to have to stock up on some travel items from CVS.
Back home, I can't cook for shit. Mum would even tease me that I can't fry an egg well. I made a pancake with the pancake mix, and it came out 100% perfect. I doused that shit with syrup and shared it with Jeanine. It took me a lot of back and forth deciding, but I decided to join Jeanine and Joyce to the Getty Center. It was hard to get to with public transport, but we eventually reached there and it was greatly designed and the gardens were beautiful. We were all not arty people or museum people, so we made sure we didn't "milk" the museum per se. We decided to visit the Impressionism exhibit with the works of Monet, Van Gogh, etc. We walked around, and the sun was beautiful, and the gardens were great.
We had food which was a taco bowl - fried tortilla chips, grilled chicken, salsa, and all this other taco shit but it was motherfucking huge. Luckily at this time I was very hungry so I finished MOST of it. But serving sizes here are ridiculously large. I'm gonna make sure I get the small size from now on. I also was craving an iced coffee so I got an iced cappuccino. I totally didn't realise though that this was the place my aunt wanted to take me to on Saturday. Oops.. I hope she's not mad and that there's still something to do on Saturday when I meet her. Well, there is the Getty Villa place which is another region. Hopefully we go there.
After that we ventured to Santa Monica Pier and Beach (not swimming though). It was very foggy and you couldn't see the water from where we were standing on top of the sand. The sand is wide, I don't know how to explain, it is basically a wide span of sand, and then the beach. It reminded me a lot of Manly beach, especially the like shopping pedestrian street leading to the beach. The pier was great with a Bubba Gump Shrimp shop and a mini amusement park. I wanted to try a float, but unfortunately the float place was closed. We walked around and eventually went to get the bus home. It took like 2 hours on the bus to get home because there was a lot of traffic. Some weirdo on the bus was trying to talk to me and my girl friends (who didn't reply), but pretty much, I did.. He was like "Do you have twitter?" No. "Do you have instagram?" Yes but I'm not going to follow you.
"Well I do brand marketing"
Ok, no, I don't have social networking, I know you're just trying to advertise your self or your business!
And he gave my friend Jeanine shit about her "attitude" and how she must be "unlucky in relationships". Dude, get a reality check, he was a total trash bag bogan. Please, stop. I just don't like talking to strangers and we were all tired as fuck, we weren't in the mood.
On the way back to the hostel, I wanted to stop at a pharmacy to get Vaseline Petroleum Jelly. While I was taking my time, Joyce got harrassed by a homeless guy with his arms out. She gave him a hug. God, this girl is hilarious. Hahahaha. I felt partially responsible for her traumatic experience though. Furthermore, not that I wasn't full, but Jeanine wanted a cupcake. I shouted her a red velvet cream cheese, and I had a strawberry cream cheese. Man whoever invented cream cheese must be God!
We went back to the hostel and freshened up and met Peter for dinner tonight. Me, Jeanine and Peter were dying for sushi which Joyce doesn't like. We found a sushi place that also served Chinese food, so we went there. I got a tiger roll, which was absolutely amazing. It was the right amount of spice. During dinner, we asked a waiter to take our photo. I complained I looked fat in one and asked him to take another, which was perfect. Joyce borrowed the camera to look at the photos, "oh yes, you really look fat in that one". Thanks Joyce, you are brutally but wonderfully honest! No but I love her, she's great. We also had a fun talk about how in USA I'd be giving $1 or $2 tips instead of like 20%. Wow, you guys tip alot. It was $58 and I wanted to round it to $60, but they rounded it to $70.
After that we walked around where I bought havaianas for the beach tomorrow and went to American Apparel where I wanted to buy everything. Ugh. I hate clothes! On the way back, I saw a really cute hispanic gay couple..
Stefano: AWWW
Jeanine: What?
Stefano: They're so cute. I'm so sad. There's a cute gay couple. *frowns*
Jeanine: ... At least you got cute flip flops?
Yes. I'd take flip flops over a relationship anyday!
Now I'm in the hostel lounge, preparing for a beach day with Joyce tomorrow and we are going to stalk Kim Kardashian! It was great meeting Jeanine. She leaves tomorrow. Randomly bumping into her at the sign up sheets and her missing her limo ride, the gun club AND San Diego, she is hilarious. I think it's so funny how you can meet someone or talk to someone or spark a conversation in the strangest situations and then you become friends. That's great. I'm gonna miss her, but will hopefully see her when I'm in Paris for my exchange and she lives in The Netherlands.
Budget:
$18 cute flip flops
$15 sushi
$12 taco bowl
$4 iced cappuccino
$3 vaseline
$6 cup cakes
= $48.
Yeah, I'm proud of myself. Hopefully I get a pic with Kim K tomorrow!
Day 16: Los Angeles
Today was soooo tiring, oh my god.
I woke up at 9 and the hostel has free pancakes, but you must make it yourself. Fuck, I'm actually such a bad fucking cook. Hahah, I know the trick to flipping a pancake is to not flip it too early, yeah I made sure I didn't do that. But there was the gooey stuff at the top that wouldn't let me flip it! Ugh. It became like a pancake sandwich, it was thick as. I had two slices of raisin toast too and I smothered that shit in syrup. Yay.
I did a tour with the hostel to get as close to the Hollywood sign as possible. Fuck sake, the 1 hour walk up steep streets in Hollywood Hills was draining. The one time I chose not to wear shorts.. Biggest mistake. We reached the summit and it was such a great spot. We went back down, an hour later, and I wanted to do the Runyon Canyon so I didn't waste a full day tomorrow. 2 other hostel peeps decided they would join me which was good.
We walked down Hollywood Blvd and turned right on Fuller. However, before that we all got a bit hungry. So we all got a slice of pizza each for $2.75. I had tomato, cheese and pepperoni. It was so fucking good. I felt so guilty though. We proceeded to walk in Runyon Canyon Park where people were doing yoga. Ah, I really wanted to do it so bad. We did the hike and walk the circuit which was like a 6km trail, and once we reached the summit, the sun was setting in LA so we decided to stay a bit longer. You could see Hollywood hills, the Hollywood sign, downtown, and Hollywood Blvd, all at the same time. It was great. It was steep as though.
We ventured back to the hostel where I had a Double Chocolately Chip at Starbucks. That was fucking shit as. Never getting that again.. My next choice is a Green Tea Frappucino.
After that we ventured back to the hostel where I was gonna meet with the new friends I made to go to LA Gun Club and do some shooting. We got the metro and took a taxi. It was quite scary going downtown. Imagine George St from Event Cinemas to Ivy or The Rocks ridden with homeless people and tents literally next to eachother the whole time. Our taxi driver told us in years he had never driven to the part of town he wanted and that it was filled with gangs. The guys were in another taxi because there were too many of us, and their taxi driver told them his finger got shot off at the area and that the jail was a block away. He alerted them that no cab driver would come to pick them up. Shit. And our cab finished in an hour. At first me and the girls were still down to do it and we got out the car and the boys who I thought were heaps macho and masculine were saying we had to go back. I was laughing and telling them to grow a pair and then I saw the cab drivers face. He was serious. We went back which tbh was a good decision. It felt way too unsafe and not to mention someone committed suicide there two days ago. Nope. Better safe than sorry I say!
Instead we went to In N Out burger where I had a cheeseburger and animal fries which had cheese, onion and mustard. It was so good and I devoured that so quickly. I also tried Dr Pepper thanks to my new friend Jeanine, who leaves on Thursday. It tasted like cherry coke but I didn't like it much. This German old guy keeps hanging around us and his sense of humour is fucked.
We went back to the hostel where I spoke with 3 new Aussie guys who are HOT AS FUCK. And straight. But still they're so hot, and they live in Epping. And I went to my room. 2 hot new Swedish guys! Ugh why can't I just be an easy hot girl and have all their pieces inside me!
Budget:
$20 taxi
$7 sign tour
$10 Starbucks and lunch
$7 dinner
= $44.
I woke up at 9 and the hostel has free pancakes, but you must make it yourself. Fuck, I'm actually such a bad fucking cook. Hahah, I know the trick to flipping a pancake is to not flip it too early, yeah I made sure I didn't do that. But there was the gooey stuff at the top that wouldn't let me flip it! Ugh. It became like a pancake sandwich, it was thick as. I had two slices of raisin toast too and I smothered that shit in syrup. Yay.
I did a tour with the hostel to get as close to the Hollywood sign as possible. Fuck sake, the 1 hour walk up steep streets in Hollywood Hills was draining. The one time I chose not to wear shorts.. Biggest mistake. We reached the summit and it was such a great spot. We went back down, an hour later, and I wanted to do the Runyon Canyon so I didn't waste a full day tomorrow. 2 other hostel peeps decided they would join me which was good.
We walked down Hollywood Blvd and turned right on Fuller. However, before that we all got a bit hungry. So we all got a slice of pizza each for $2.75. I had tomato, cheese and pepperoni. It was so fucking good. I felt so guilty though. We proceeded to walk in Runyon Canyon Park where people were doing yoga. Ah, I really wanted to do it so bad. We did the hike and walk the circuit which was like a 6km trail, and once we reached the summit, the sun was setting in LA so we decided to stay a bit longer. You could see Hollywood hills, the Hollywood sign, downtown, and Hollywood Blvd, all at the same time. It was great. It was steep as though.
We ventured back to the hostel where I had a Double Chocolately Chip at Starbucks. That was fucking shit as. Never getting that again.. My next choice is a Green Tea Frappucino.
After that we ventured back to the hostel where I was gonna meet with the new friends I made to go to LA Gun Club and do some shooting. We got the metro and took a taxi. It was quite scary going downtown. Imagine George St from Event Cinemas to Ivy or The Rocks ridden with homeless people and tents literally next to eachother the whole time. Our taxi driver told us in years he had never driven to the part of town he wanted and that it was filled with gangs. The guys were in another taxi because there were too many of us, and their taxi driver told them his finger got shot off at the area and that the jail was a block away. He alerted them that no cab driver would come to pick them up. Shit. And our cab finished in an hour. At first me and the girls were still down to do it and we got out the car and the boys who I thought were heaps macho and masculine were saying we had to go back. I was laughing and telling them to grow a pair and then I saw the cab drivers face. He was serious. We went back which tbh was a good decision. It felt way too unsafe and not to mention someone committed suicide there two days ago. Nope. Better safe than sorry I say!
Instead we went to In N Out burger where I had a cheeseburger and animal fries which had cheese, onion and mustard. It was so good and I devoured that so quickly. I also tried Dr Pepper thanks to my new friend Jeanine, who leaves on Thursday. It tasted like cherry coke but I didn't like it much. This German old guy keeps hanging around us and his sense of humour is fucked.
We went back to the hostel where I spoke with 3 new Aussie guys who are HOT AS FUCK. And straight. But still they're so hot, and they live in Epping. And I went to my room. 2 hot new Swedish guys! Ugh why can't I just be an easy hot girl and have all their pieces inside me!
Budget:
$20 taxi
$7 sign tour
$10 Starbucks and lunch
$7 dinner
= $44.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Day 15: Los Angeles
Today I woke up early to get the free breakfast at the hostel.
Oh my god. Raisin bread?! I had 3 slices. They had free make your own pancakes with a mix in a can but I'm such a bad cook I didn't bother. Tomorrow maybe! And I had two coffees. I sat with two German girls but they weren't that nice tbh.
I went to Beverly Hills today. Firstly I got off at Beverly Center near Robertson Blvd to do some shopping and maybe some star seeing! Nothing.
I walked all the way from there to the center of Beverly Hills (I forgot what district it's called) but walked around the iconic Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills Blvd, and Camden Rd. As for star seeing goes I did see Julianne Hough (not that famous) but don't bother asking for a photo. The key is to find a paparazzi and follow them. But they are vicious animals. This is how they make money for their family. If they don't get a shot because you're in the way, you're dead. Oops. Lol.
I finally had Thai food for lunch, and made my way back to Downtown to get my hair done!
I paid $50 with a $5 tip to get a full head of highlights. Not sure how I feel about it, but everyone has assured me it looks okay..
Walked down Hollywood Blvd doing the Hollywood Walk of Fame and walked past the Chinese Theatres. Tbh, there isn't really that much to do here so I reckon I'm gonna get bored mad quickly.. I went back to the hostel and I finally made some friends.
Budget:
$55 Hair
$6 Thai food
$12 Starbucks
$10 public transport
= $83.
Wow I'm still on budget despite the hair!
Good work Stefano.
Oh my god. Raisin bread?! I had 3 slices. They had free make your own pancakes with a mix in a can but I'm such a bad cook I didn't bother. Tomorrow maybe! And I had two coffees. I sat with two German girls but they weren't that nice tbh.
I went to Beverly Hills today. Firstly I got off at Beverly Center near Robertson Blvd to do some shopping and maybe some star seeing! Nothing.
I walked all the way from there to the center of Beverly Hills (I forgot what district it's called) but walked around the iconic Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills Blvd, and Camden Rd. As for star seeing goes I did see Julianne Hough (not that famous) but don't bother asking for a photo. The key is to find a paparazzi and follow them. But they are vicious animals. This is how they make money for their family. If they don't get a shot because you're in the way, you're dead. Oops. Lol.
I finally had Thai food for lunch, and made my way back to Downtown to get my hair done!
I paid $50 with a $5 tip to get a full head of highlights. Not sure how I feel about it, but everyone has assured me it looks okay..
Walked down Hollywood Blvd doing the Hollywood Walk of Fame and walked past the Chinese Theatres. Tbh, there isn't really that much to do here so I reckon I'm gonna get bored mad quickly.. I went back to the hostel and I finally made some friends.
Budget:
$55 Hair
$6 Thai food
$12 Starbucks
$10 public transport
= $83.
Wow I'm still on budget despite the hair!
Good work Stefano.
Day 14: Los Angeles
Wow has it actually been two weeks? That's crazy.
I had my flight at 930, so I made sure I reached JFK airport at 730. I reached there at 6:55. So ample time right? Well luckily enough I thought of being exceptionally early because the queues were ridiculous. I was standing outside in negative weather for 30 minutes just to enter the building. Atrocious. Entered the building, checked in my bag. Next queue. The security queue. Honestly it started from 730 and finished at 830. I'm not even joking. So many people missed their flight. My nose started to bleed so I shoved a tissue up there and next thing you know security stops me.
"Are you safe to travel? Will you be a hazard?"
YES OBVIOUSLY. Because my nose is bleeding. *sarcasm*.
The amount of looks I got from people was ridiculous. It's just a bleeding nose for crying out loud!
I reached LA, 6 hours later on the worst flight ever. Fucking kid behind me kicking my chair (how could she even reach? We had ample leg space). And a kid in front of constantly like moving forward and hitting the back of his chair so it lands on my head on the tray table. Let's just kill all the kids!
The shuttle to the hostel took 2 hours. This was not my day. I missed the canyon tour with the hostel. I dropped my stuff and went to the Citadel Outlets instead, which were incredible. Here's the shops I went to:
Coach: bought my mum a bag
Michael Korrs: bought my mum a wallet
Calvin Klein: bought my mum a dress
Sunglass Hut: bought myself Raybans
Tommy Hilfiger: bought myself a shirt
H&M: a hoodie
All the other stores were gross basic or the same price as normal stores so I didn't buy anything else.
Shopping wise I spent like $350 ish..
Which I feel so bad but it makes up for how little I've been spending lately. Especially food. All I had was a Starbucks.
The hostel was much nicer than the one in Miami and more upper class than the one in New Orleans. I met a cool Japanese girl in my room but when I got back I didn't hang around. Instead I opted to go straight to bed, so I didn't get to meet anyone.. So far.
Budget:
$350 shopping
$6 Starbucks
$5 public transport
= $361..
Okay.
I have to start a new budget.
I had my flight at 930, so I made sure I reached JFK airport at 730. I reached there at 6:55. So ample time right? Well luckily enough I thought of being exceptionally early because the queues were ridiculous. I was standing outside in negative weather for 30 minutes just to enter the building. Atrocious. Entered the building, checked in my bag. Next queue. The security queue. Honestly it started from 730 and finished at 830. I'm not even joking. So many people missed their flight. My nose started to bleed so I shoved a tissue up there and next thing you know security stops me.
"Are you safe to travel? Will you be a hazard?"
YES OBVIOUSLY. Because my nose is bleeding. *sarcasm*.
The amount of looks I got from people was ridiculous. It's just a bleeding nose for crying out loud!
I reached LA, 6 hours later on the worst flight ever. Fucking kid behind me kicking my chair (how could she even reach? We had ample leg space). And a kid in front of constantly like moving forward and hitting the back of his chair so it lands on my head on the tray table. Let's just kill all the kids!
The shuttle to the hostel took 2 hours. This was not my day. I missed the canyon tour with the hostel. I dropped my stuff and went to the Citadel Outlets instead, which were incredible. Here's the shops I went to:
Coach: bought my mum a bag
Michael Korrs: bought my mum a wallet
Calvin Klein: bought my mum a dress
Sunglass Hut: bought myself Raybans
Tommy Hilfiger: bought myself a shirt
H&M: a hoodie
All the other stores were gross basic or the same price as normal stores so I didn't buy anything else.
Shopping wise I spent like $350 ish..
Which I feel so bad but it makes up for how little I've been spending lately. Especially food. All I had was a Starbucks.
The hostel was much nicer than the one in Miami and more upper class than the one in New Orleans. I met a cool Japanese girl in my room but when I got back I didn't hang around. Instead I opted to go straight to bed, so I didn't get to meet anyone.. So far.
Budget:
$350 shopping
$6 Starbucks
$5 public transport
= $361..
Okay.
I have to start a new budget.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Day 12 and 13: New York
Day 12:
Today we did the Statue of Liberty and a short stopover at Ellis Island. We had a big lunch that day. I had chicken tenders (which is pretty much fried chicken..), fries and a shit load of honey mustard. Yay.
I honestly don't remember much about this day..
After that my cousin Jessica had to buy a gift for her friend so we went shopping. I paid for the gift which was a pair of tights.
After that we went to this Mexican place called Chipotle where I had a burrito bowl which was AMAZING.
Oh I remember what else we did. We went to 5th Avenue and did some higher end shopping. I went to Hollister and bought the skinniest motherfucking jeans EVER. Yay. We went to the Nike shop which was 6 floors, wow. And my aunt bought something from Juicy Couture. I had to stop myself buying something from Armani in the hope that it'll be in the West Coast..
Budget for today:
$20 tights
$30 jeans
I think I spent more as well so let's just add another $10, but I don't remember what else I got.
Oh that's right
$4 empanadas
Day 13:
Today was my final day in New York. No, I love it so much, and it feels like this 6 days has flown so much. I could've stayed like 6 days in Miami and it would've felt like a month..
And guess what.. I got my wish! I woke up to snow! Yay! It was beautiful and I loved it so much. However it wasn't snowing in NY (I was staying in New Jersey), but was raining instead. But hey, I got snowed on!
I ventured on to walk the Brooklyn Bridge at midday. It was cold as fuck. I walked from Manhattan to Brooklyn and it started to have little specks of snow as I walked back! I was going to get the subway back from Brooklyn but walked through a war memorial park instead and couldn't find it so I just walked back.
I did one final trip of Times Square and purchased an $100 gift voucher to Hard Rock Restaurant as a symbol of my gratitude to my family which paid for me so many times and treated me with so much kindness and compassion.
I had mcdonalds for lunch which is the first time in like a month that I've had it.. Strange.. Tastes the same though. I got nuggets. In sydney I always get barbecue sauce and people are like "why don't you get sweet and sour" but over here everyone gets barbecue!
Oh I also went to the M&M store and bought the speciality M&Ms: dark chocolate, almond, pistachio, peanut butter, dark choc peanut, and coconut. Coconut was the best one tbh.
I got home and saw my grand aunt who is dying and has dementia. The last time I saw her was when she came to Sydney in 2004? And she was perfectly fine. She doesn't remember me, let alone her own children but I think she had a brief recollection when I sang her the song Memory from the musical Cats. This is because when she came, I played that on the piano and she would sing that song. Ugh. I don't want to grow old.
That evening we are at a Chinese buffet which only cost $11 a head, the wait was 40 minutes though, but so worth it. I got a really awesome hibachi, and I love bean sprouts. Random I know. I got pretty much bean sprouts, rice, beef, chicken, and prawns, and tofu. I just love meat more than I love rice or noodles.
I said bye to everyone and gave them the gift. I washed all my stinky motherfucking clothes (thank god) and packed my bag. I took everything out and re arranged it and I actually have so much room it's crazy..
Tomorrow I fly to LA from JFK. Even though I'll miss NY, I'm excited to have my solo adventure in LA, and hope I meet amazing people in the hostel. For the first time I want to go home back to Australia. It's not even halfway through my trip and I'm just so tired.. Fork it out Stefano. I'm definitely coming back to NY during or after my exchange in Paris in 2015/16.
And 2 weeks till meeting Britney!
Budget:
$80 hard rock
$10 mcdonalds
Today we did the Statue of Liberty and a short stopover at Ellis Island. We had a big lunch that day. I had chicken tenders (which is pretty much fried chicken..), fries and a shit load of honey mustard. Yay.
I honestly don't remember much about this day..
After that my cousin Jessica had to buy a gift for her friend so we went shopping. I paid for the gift which was a pair of tights.
After that we went to this Mexican place called Chipotle where I had a burrito bowl which was AMAZING.
Oh I remember what else we did. We went to 5th Avenue and did some higher end shopping. I went to Hollister and bought the skinniest motherfucking jeans EVER. Yay. We went to the Nike shop which was 6 floors, wow. And my aunt bought something from Juicy Couture. I had to stop myself buying something from Armani in the hope that it'll be in the West Coast..
Budget for today:
$20 tights
$30 jeans
I think I spent more as well so let's just add another $10, but I don't remember what else I got.
Oh that's right
$4 empanadas
Day 13:
Today was my final day in New York. No, I love it so much, and it feels like this 6 days has flown so much. I could've stayed like 6 days in Miami and it would've felt like a month..
And guess what.. I got my wish! I woke up to snow! Yay! It was beautiful and I loved it so much. However it wasn't snowing in NY (I was staying in New Jersey), but was raining instead. But hey, I got snowed on!
I ventured on to walk the Brooklyn Bridge at midday. It was cold as fuck. I walked from Manhattan to Brooklyn and it started to have little specks of snow as I walked back! I was going to get the subway back from Brooklyn but walked through a war memorial park instead and couldn't find it so I just walked back.
I did one final trip of Times Square and purchased an $100 gift voucher to Hard Rock Restaurant as a symbol of my gratitude to my family which paid for me so many times and treated me with so much kindness and compassion.
I had mcdonalds for lunch which is the first time in like a month that I've had it.. Strange.. Tastes the same though. I got nuggets. In sydney I always get barbecue sauce and people are like "why don't you get sweet and sour" but over here everyone gets barbecue!
Oh I also went to the M&M store and bought the speciality M&Ms: dark chocolate, almond, pistachio, peanut butter, dark choc peanut, and coconut. Coconut was the best one tbh.
I got home and saw my grand aunt who is dying and has dementia. The last time I saw her was when she came to Sydney in 2004? And she was perfectly fine. She doesn't remember me, let alone her own children but I think she had a brief recollection when I sang her the song Memory from the musical Cats. This is because when she came, I played that on the piano and she would sing that song. Ugh. I don't want to grow old.
That evening we are at a Chinese buffet which only cost $11 a head, the wait was 40 minutes though, but so worth it. I got a really awesome hibachi, and I love bean sprouts. Random I know. I got pretty much bean sprouts, rice, beef, chicken, and prawns, and tofu. I just love meat more than I love rice or noodles.
I said bye to everyone and gave them the gift. I washed all my stinky motherfucking clothes (thank god) and packed my bag. I took everything out and re arranged it and I actually have so much room it's crazy..
Tomorrow I fly to LA from JFK. Even though I'll miss NY, I'm excited to have my solo adventure in LA, and hope I meet amazing people in the hostel. For the first time I want to go home back to Australia. It's not even halfway through my trip and I'm just so tired.. Fork it out Stefano. I'm definitely coming back to NY during or after my exchange in Paris in 2015/16.
And 2 weeks till meeting Britney!
Budget:
$80 hard rock
$10 mcdonalds
Friday, January 17, 2014
Day 11: New York
Well I actually made my cruise today. Lol.
First off, I woke up at 8:30 (I was supposed to wake up at 7:30).. and then something drastic happened. My nose bled. Honestly, what is wrong with me. It's me either drinking too much or drastic weather changes or not drinking enough water. That's what it is.
That didn't stop for ages, which annoyed me because it occupied time that I could've been making breakfast (I found pancake mix in the house) or straightening my hair. I made a hot "cocoa" with marshmallows though, but I couldn't finish it in time so I put it in a paper cup otherwise I was going to miss my bus. I told myself once I'm at the bus stop I'll drink it. But it was so cold outside that my hot cocoa was getting cold quickly. So I drank it and walked at the same time.. There was a fucking bump in the footpath, I didn't fall, but my scarf like dipped itself into my hot chocolate. So annoyed. Furthermore, I reached the bus stop and the bus was 10 minutes late. Fuck sake.
Today was not my day.
Got to the city at about 11. I needed a coat. This was my 2nd day attempt at finding one. I even tried Macy's again and Michael Kors. Nothing decent. I need a fur trim hood! Why is it so hard to find one that isn't like a heavy duty ski jacket or $500?!
I made my cruise at 12, and that ended at about 2pm. Not going to lie I got a bit bored halfway through but it was great to be standing outside on the dock as we went past the Statue of Liberty (which I'm doing tomorrow) and going under the BMW Bridges. That stands for: Brooklyn, Manhattan and Westborough. I was so hungry I had a hot dog on board which was ridiculously overpriced. You could choose what toppings you wanted. I chose cheese and "chilli". Now I chose chilli because I like spicy things... It was like baked beans. Not fucking chilli. What is this?! Ugh. Not satisfied. Not my day.
I was due to meet my aunt at the Museum of Natural History at 3. I thought to myself.. I have an hour pretty much to try find that fur trim coat. So instead of walking straight up to the upper side of NY, I went across and went down 5th Avenue to try to find something. I went through Zara (disgusting), and Urban Outfitters (nothing), and then I stopped at Abercrombie and Fitch. Now I found something great there, a bit heavy duty, but it was $350. And I couldn't try the small. They had all the smalls bolted on the rack.. but you could try every other size? No, not interested. It was 3 and my phone was dead and it would take me approximately 30 minutes to walk to the Museum. I quickly charged it to text her to wait for me at the entrance no matter how late I was. I searched on my phone what street it was on, and on Maps it said 68. No one understands how tired I was and my legs hurt so much at this moment because pretty much I'd been rush walking the whole day. I reached 68, there was nothing. I asked a man, and he said 78. Ten more blocks. TEN. UGHHHHHH.
I finally reached it and I met with 2 of my aunts to go see the museum which is where Night At The Museum is themed at. Note: not all things in the movie are there. Luckily one of my aunts had 3 free passes, so we didn't have to pay anything. Because tbh, I wouldn't have paid for it. Like I said, I'm not really a museum person.
We finished the museum and my aunt and her husband and I went for a stroll throw Central Park before getting the Subway to Midtown to have dinner. Oh great, my nose decided to bleed again. I shoved a tissue up my nose for about an hour to make sure it stopped. How embarrassing.
We ate at this place called TGIFridays.. I had a Jack Daniels glazed grilled chicken breast with Cajun Styled Spicy Squid and Fries and a Tomato and Mozzarella salad.. And I finished it all. I was piggy today!
After that I had a mini photoshoot in Times Square. Hahaha. It's so hard to get a photo of myself bright, with the lights visible in Times Square with dark lighting.. And to have both in focus. Ugh. I don't know how to use my camera well enough! Oh well. I got some decent iphone ones?
I went to Starbucks and had a Grande Mocha Frappucino. That was actually quite nice.
After that, we went to Gershwin Theater to watched Wicked: The Musical. I was honestly genuinely entertained and that trumped Phantom of the Opera in West End, London for me! It was my first Broadway musical, and I loved the storyline. It was so great! And the actors were hot. My favourite character was Baque (Bock?). He was short and semi-hispanic. I don't know, I just have a thing for short guys.
After that we met up with my aunt's husband and their two daughters, and we went to Serendipity (which apparently is a famous cafe/restaurant?). I played flirty eyes with the waiter there and ordered a "coward size" Banana split. It was fucking huge. And when the waiter gave it to me he emphasised the "coward size" and the word "banana". Yes ok I get it you horny fuck. It had chocolate, vanilla and strawberry ice cream, hot fudge sauce, walnuts, mango topping, whipped cream (which I fucking hate), cherries, and bananas. Food baby!!!
Now I'm home and I have to charge my phone and camera because they're out of battery and tomorrow I have to wake up early for a big day. I'm nearly leaving the big city, and I hate that! I want to live here so bad. I know one day I will, even momentarily. It's like $1500 a month for rent, but I'm sure one day I will do it! I just want to feel like Samantha Jones from Sex and the City to be honest.
I've already got the slut part down pat right?
Budget:
$35 - Cruise
$4 - Hotdog
$5.40 - Starbucks
= $45 (let's just round it)
So far my budget is going well, but I sort of hate how my family is paying for everything. I feel mad guilty. But hey, I've offered..
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Day 10: New York
I went to bed just in my undies and I woke up in the biggest sweat and a nosebleed.
This happens all the time when I drink alcohol, I hate it.
I woke up late. Again. Fuck this has to stop. I missed my cruise. Again. OH MY GOD.
Today was pretty much my shopping day, but I didn't even buy that much! I have this obsession with track pants that get skinny at the bottom. They're like skinny jean track pants and we don't have them in Australia but I found them! Yay!
These are pretty much all the stores (some more than one) that I went to:
- H&M: Shitty. Disappointing. Nothing like the one in Miami or New Orleans, wtf!
- Gap: Ugly as fuck and ridiculously overpriced.
- Uniqlo: Cute. Cheap. However nothing was tight enough. Everything was so baggy.
- Zara: I saw one cute shirt for $15, but the line was too long and I'm like fuck it my tits will look big in this.
- Foot Locker: Nearly bought a pair of shoes... :/
- Macy's: Huge. Cheap designer (nothing popped at me though), great sales, shitty shoes and winter gear. More for women.
- American Eagle Outfitters: meh.
- Desigual: meh.
I was going to shops trying to look for a navy coat with a fur hood on it. Why can I not find any? This is ridiculous! I honestly bought the trackpants which were $80 and Tommy Hilfiger bow tie and pocket square for $30.
I charged my phone at Starbucks ordering a Venti Hazelnut Macchiato. Wtf is a macchiato? It just tastes like milk. I tell myself to try something different at Starbucks everytime but my throat was killing me I wanted something hot. I actually wanted like a chamomile tea or something but Starbucks is shitty with tea. You know what, that's what I'm gonna have for breakfast tomorrow. I can barely feel my throat. And if I have Starbucks tomorrow, it'll be a Green Tea Frappucino.
Later that evening I met with multiple relatives and we went to Chinatown to eat dinner which was absolutely yummy. I had a chicken and corn soup to help my throat get better first and then all the dishes came out. My fave was this like log and inside had this really nice chicken and brown rice. I don't know what it was called but it was yum. We later went to Little Italy and had dessert. I got a hazelnut gelato truffle which was nice, I miss gelato.
Now I'm home writing this post and the guy upstairs is so loud on his phone. Ugh.
I'm semi sick too, so I gotta go and make sure I get up early tomorrow!
Budget:
$6 Starbucks
$80 trackpants
$30 bowtie
= $116
Shitty, but it makes up for the other days..
Day 9: New York
Sorry for the lack of updates.
I've been incredibly busy and tired like right now it's 11PM and I'm about to just die on the bed.
This day consisted of me waking up ridiculously late. I woke up at 12, went to the Pier and missed the Circle Line Sightseeing Cruise. Ugh.
It's all the bus's fault. I don't understand how it takes 1 hour at 11am to get to the city when at 7am it takes literally 20 minutes. Fucking New Jersey. But hey at least my home is very warm, I love it.
It was raining heavily so I thought, what can I do that will stay open a bit later and is indoors? So I went to the Museum of Modern Art. I'm not normally a Museum sort of person, not even an art sort of person, but I got to appreciate the works of Frida Kahlo, Claude Monet, Pablo Picasso, Andy Warhol, Vincent Van Gogh and various other artists. Seeing Starry Night by Van Gogh in real life was more fulfilling than seeing the Mona Lisa in Louvre. That was a major disappointment. I genuinely enjoyed this museum and it was definitely worth the hefty entrance fee..
I ventured on to Rockefeller Center where nostalgia kicked in the last time I was here with my mum. Thank fuck I'm not with her. I wanted to ice skate but it was far too wet and I didn't want to damage my camera just in case.
At this point I was getting really annoyed with the rain and as soon as I went to post something on Facebook, mind you having 20% my phone decides to switch off. No. This can not happen. Because how am I gonna meet up my aunt and cousin later?! I had to buy an iPhone charger and charged it at Starbucks. Ugh. It's like I could've gone without it, but why do these circumstances exist? And it died again when I had 50%... I think the battery is pretty much fucked from always being plugged in the computer all the time or the number is wrong or something like that..
Anyway, after that we met up on 5th Avenue and ate dinner at this bistro/bar style sort of restaurant. I split a Creamy Fettucine Alfredo pasta with grilled chicken with my cousin, which was absolutely amazing and probably the only thing I had eaten that day. Not so great hey..
After that we went up to the Empire State Observatory to see New York during the night time with the entire city illuminated. It's definitely amazing to think how this city is pretty much lit up 24/7. I love it so much. It was so cold up there but the photos I took were stunning.
We walked around this other park (I forgot the name now, but it was near Madison Square Garden), and went to an ice skating rink and skated for about 30 minutes. After that, I got the bus home and was ready to get ready for a night of gay clubbing. Why was I doing this? I was so tired and it was already 10...
Oh another thing.
I went to the chemist to buy a fucking enema. I could not find one ANYWHERE. So I quietly ask the cashier.
"Hey where's your enemas?"
"What did you need?"
"Enema. A douche."
"I don't understand" (fucking Indian)
AND THEN HE ASKED HIS COLLEAGUE LOUDLY NEXT TO HIM AND SAID IT ON THE SPEAKER.
UGH!!!! I told him not to worry about it. Fucking idiot, who works at a chemist and doesn't know what an enema is, I even used an alternate word as well you dumb fuck.
So I got ready to go out and thought I was gonna miss my bus and bolted to the bus stop from home. It was so fucking cold and I was just wearing my jeans, shoes, ONE button shirt and a scarf. That's it. My nipples were about to fall off waiting for the bus which was 10 minutes late, and nonetheless I was so scared I was gonna shot in the neighbourhood, but my family assured me it was safe.
I reached the club, paid my cover charge, and it was PACKED. It was only 12am, and it was PACKED. When I say packed, I mean I was up against the wall. It was like trash alley Friday packed. The music was amazing and there were so many cute guys there. I was just dancing by myself and this Asian guy with his like older friend who was maybe 30 with eyeliner and chubby and not really my type.. Approached me and even though they weren't my type and I could tell they were hitting on me, I stayed around them so I wouldn't be alone all night. They bought me drinks. They actually bought me so many, that's how badly they were trying to hit on me. Tequila shot after tequila short, and all these other sweet red drinks I don't even remember. They introduced me to their friends and one of them was Serbian, and yeah, I got with him. But that was disappointing. The older friend kept trying me so bad and I just didn't like it. Like do not touch me. Ok I'll let you touch my waist for like a minute because you bought me a drink, that's it. Ugh...
Also can we create a rule that every motherfucker wears cologne when they go out? It fucking reeked so bad in there and I smelt like sunshine and lollipops.
I got the 3:30 AM bus home and I was drunk as fuck, and went to bed with a pounding headache.
Budget:
$10 Starbucks
$10 nightclub fee
$25 Iphone Charger
$25 Museum Fee
= $70.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Day 8: New York
I've finally arrived in New York.
Honestly, I think I made a good decision getting a 24 hour train here rather than a plane, I caught up on so much sleep during that trip and I honestly needed it after drinking every night for the past week and going out so much.
I'm sitting in a Starbucks drinking a Grande Caramel Flan Latte with no fat milk waiting for my relatives to pick me up. I'm not staying in a hostel during my stay in NYC, I am instead staying with multiple relatives. Primarily because I don't have enough money, and it would be great to see my relatives again because I actually like these ones, and they live in New Jersey in the parts that are close to New York.
I'm so excited for what this city has in store for me, and this sounds cheesy, but I really hope I meet Lady Gaga. Ugh. That'll be the creme de la creme if that happens here. I'm gonna go home, drop my bags, have a shower and then venture in the city including possibly dinner down in Chinatown with the fambam.
UPDATE
Ok so I met up with relatives and we had lunch at Hard Rock Cafe. Um the servings were freaking huge. I got full on like a third of the entree. It was ridiculous. After that we walked around some stores in Times Square and I went home to have a nap.
We met up again at 6 for pizza in New Jersey, and I was too tired to venture out into the city again so we just went to the local cinema where both my cousins worked so we could watch The Wolf of Wall Street for free. It was actually a really good film.
Tomorrow's going to be a really chill day as well because I"m going clubbing at night and don't want to waste too much of my energy. I actually have a lot of time in NYC, so I might as well split it up.
Honestly, I think I made a good decision getting a 24 hour train here rather than a plane, I caught up on so much sleep during that trip and I honestly needed it after drinking every night for the past week and going out so much.
I'm sitting in a Starbucks drinking a Grande Caramel Flan Latte with no fat milk waiting for my relatives to pick me up. I'm not staying in a hostel during my stay in NYC, I am instead staying with multiple relatives. Primarily because I don't have enough money, and it would be great to see my relatives again because I actually like these ones, and they live in New Jersey in the parts that are close to New York.
I'm so excited for what this city has in store for me, and this sounds cheesy, but I really hope I meet Lady Gaga. Ugh. That'll be the creme de la creme if that happens here. I'm gonna go home, drop my bags, have a shower and then venture in the city including possibly dinner down in Chinatown with the fambam.
UPDATE
Ok so I met up with relatives and we had lunch at Hard Rock Cafe. Um the servings were freaking huge. I got full on like a third of the entree. It was ridiculous. After that we walked around some stores in Times Square and I went home to have a nap.
We met up again at 6 for pizza in New Jersey, and I was too tired to venture out into the city again so we just went to the local cinema where both my cousins worked so we could watch The Wolf of Wall Street for free. It was actually a really good film.
Tomorrow's going to be a really chill day as well because I"m going clubbing at night and don't want to waste too much of my energy. I actually have a lot of time in NYC, so I might as well split it up.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Day 7: Miami en route to New York
So I'm on the train going to NYC and writing up my posts that I didn't have time to do.
I'm so tanned, omg.
Anyway, random conversational tangent.
I was supposed to wake up at 6:30... Fuck. I woke up at 6:50.
I quickly checked out of the hostel, did a quick check to make sure I didn't leave anything, but I didn't check the toilet... But I doubt my acne tablets would be there? It just sucks how I have to wait till tomorrow morning to know if my acne tablets are in my fucking check in bags. Ugh.
I walked all the way to Lincoln Road to get the public bus to the Amtrak train station where I would get my connecting bus to Jacksonville and from Jacksonville to get my train. It was supposed to get me to the train station at 8, which would be just in time for the train. But of course, I'm going to call them “American idiots” got on the fucking bus and were just wasting time and being public nuisances. Like this guy in a wheelchair went on the bus and was like
“Y'ALL NEED TO GET OFF THE BUS! THIS IS MY BUS!” Wasting everybody's time.. he ended up being content when we all moved out of the open area part of the bus, which the bus was full and there were people there... Fuck I just hate people that ruin things for everyone. I tipped the bus lady $5 to hurry up, I was going to miss my bus. I was honestly starting to cry here thinking “Why did I do this? Why did I book it so early in the morning? Why did I go out last night? Why am I doing this trip?” and she could sense my anxiety. We reached the station at exactly 8:20 on my phone. To get there though we had to cross a set of train tracks, some guy pressed the stop right before the train tracks. There was no more line. I could not wait for this cunt to get off. UGHHHHH. I told her I was going to miss out so I got my bags and ran across the train tracks and bolted to the bus. I made it.
I fucking made it. I was actually so proud of myself.
I instantly gave them by two check in bags, got on the bus and we left. Thank God
But that was sort of a stupid decision because all my winter gear is in those check in bags and I'm wearing a t shirt and shorts at the moment, and once we reach NYC I'm going to freeze until I can get my bags.. The bus stopped at a “restaurant” but all I had was fried chicken, fries, popcorn shrimp, and these other fishy crunchy things and fudge brownies and mash potato and gravy. Ugh. American food is so like disgustingly amazing.
We just arrived at Charleston, so I'm nearly halfway to NYC.
Budget for today =
(I'm not going to count the ticket because that was prebought but it was $130)
$15 on lunch.
$2 water.
UPDATE: I'm in Starbucks and I found my acne tablets! YAY!
I'm so tanned, omg.
Anyway, random conversational tangent.
I was supposed to wake up at 6:30... Fuck. I woke up at 6:50.
I quickly checked out of the hostel, did a quick check to make sure I didn't leave anything, but I didn't check the toilet... But I doubt my acne tablets would be there? It just sucks how I have to wait till tomorrow morning to know if my acne tablets are in my fucking check in bags. Ugh.
I walked all the way to Lincoln Road to get the public bus to the Amtrak train station where I would get my connecting bus to Jacksonville and from Jacksonville to get my train. It was supposed to get me to the train station at 8, which would be just in time for the train. But of course, I'm going to call them “American idiots” got on the fucking bus and were just wasting time and being public nuisances. Like this guy in a wheelchair went on the bus and was like
“Y'ALL NEED TO GET OFF THE BUS! THIS IS MY BUS!” Wasting everybody's time.. he ended up being content when we all moved out of the open area part of the bus, which the bus was full and there were people there... Fuck I just hate people that ruin things for everyone. I tipped the bus lady $5 to hurry up, I was going to miss my bus. I was honestly starting to cry here thinking “Why did I do this? Why did I book it so early in the morning? Why did I go out last night? Why am I doing this trip?” and she could sense my anxiety. We reached the station at exactly 8:20 on my phone. To get there though we had to cross a set of train tracks, some guy pressed the stop right before the train tracks. There was no more line. I could not wait for this cunt to get off. UGHHHHH. I told her I was going to miss out so I got my bags and ran across the train tracks and bolted to the bus. I made it.
I fucking made it. I was actually so proud of myself.
I instantly gave them by two check in bags, got on the bus and we left. Thank God
But that was sort of a stupid decision because all my winter gear is in those check in bags and I'm wearing a t shirt and shorts at the moment, and once we reach NYC I'm going to freeze until I can get my bags.. The bus stopped at a “restaurant” but all I had was fried chicken, fries, popcorn shrimp, and these other fishy crunchy things and fudge brownies and mash potato and gravy. Ugh. American food is so like disgustingly amazing.
We just arrived at Charleston, so I'm nearly halfway to NYC.
Budget for today =
(I'm not going to count the ticket because that was prebought but it was $130)
$15 on lunch.
$2 water.
UPDATE: I'm in Starbucks and I found my acne tablets! YAY!
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