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.
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