My Wizard

It was about 3:30am.  I had just gotten back to the hostel after a night of drinking at Saddle Ranch to find someone sleeping in my bed and all my stuff gone.  I was hysterical and in tears.  It was my first night EVER in a hostel and I was just not having it.  I was arguing with the guy at the front desk but he wasn't helping, he just wanted to move me to another hostel. Then you walked in, black pants and your red button-up shirt, for some reason I felt so relieved seeing another person walk in, it's like I knew at that moment everything would be okay.
You asked if I was alright and I said not really.  I told you the situation.  You looked at me and then at the guy at the front desk and said "give her a blanket and a pillow and we will work this out in the morning." He tried arguing with you but you said it again and he gave up and handed me a blanket and pillow. "You can stay with me tonight so no worries. This is all part of traveling, so don't stress, we will work it out in the morning."
I felt a little akward lying in your bed,  you were in nothing but boxers and kept talking about how you had been doing the shuffle all night.  "What is this Australian guy talking about?" I kept thinking LOL.  We lay there for a bit when I said "I can't sleep."  "I have a bottle of rum.  We can go downstairs for some drinks if you want" was your reply.
So we headed downstairs for some late night drinks.  We talked quite a bit, in fact I don't think we ran out of stuff to talk about.  We laughed and flirted and then crawled back into your bed and finally went to sleep.
I slept in your bed every night after that.  We talked about anything and everything.  You told me about your travels and the adventures you had.  I told you why I had come out to LA. We watched movies, listened to music, we talked about family, careers, relationships,  there were no boundaries to what we talked about.  We would stay up till the sun came up every morning or until one of us (usually me) would fall asleep mid story or movie.
At the end of that first month you asked me to move in with you. Steve had a room and we could move in with in two days and you wanted me to go with you.  I didn't even have to think about it.  I said yes with no hesitation.  I was so scared to move in with you.  I had never lived with a guy before,  I was really nervous.  We didn't even have time to talk about because you worked the next two days.  The night we moved in I told you I was nervous, that I had never done this before.  You said neither had you but we were in this together and just wrapped your arms around me.
I spent the best five months of my life with you - late night talks, Jenny's drink, teaching you how to cook,  NetFlix, True Blood (we never got to finish it), beef jerky and raspberry snapple every night in bed,  our little cocoon, stealing the blankets (it was all you), the light fairy, the Melbourne Shuffle, teaching me the Melbourne Shuffle, the many many nights in the party room, "doing laundry", almost getting kicked out for "doing laundry", MoMo, Lady GaGa, Anzac day, Yo Momma jokes with D, hustling to get a private room, "the other couple", tickets, stealing tickets (you better win me something good), Kino (our favourite restaurant), quitting smoking, thinking you can drink me under the table (my mom is waiting for the challenge), our late night drinking sessions in our room at the apartment,  seeing the sun come up almost every morning, snuggling,  late nights (the favourite part of my day), naps,  "Emmie what do you do in the morning?" how are you up so early, calling me a cradle snatcher, having completely different taste in clothing, CUNT lol, our little family - Justo, Dallas, you and me, "I am Vampire," Metro trivia which I am still planning on beating you at, always moving on Ryan time lol its so true, never being able to get anywhere at a good time, Minute to Win It, Judge Judy, getting kicked off of Judge Joe Brown, Kesha - do you ever wonder if P. Diddy wakes up feeling like Kesha?, Steve's obsession with Alice in Chains,  The Rooster song,  kill Justo's rooster, never wanting to eat chicken again, waiting for the bus at 4am after work at Hollywood and Highland drinking a bottle of rum, Spike aka RJ, Queen Victoria, Victoria, Chiller (the wet lizard), a 16 bedroom dorm room,  smelly socks, all our stuff getting stolen, the Usher Party - I have to use my visa it's an emergency we need more drinks $160 later, bed bugs, bed bugs and more bed bugs, losing the apartment, Vegas - the best birthday ever, hustling for free limo rides, the awful bus drivers, getting dorkified, our day trips ending up being just us hanging out and drinking, night time tears,  the dreaded hostel cough that I gave to everyone, hat wars, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, R, Y, A, N, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, haha you started that one, being on our last dollar and still managing to get by, smelling our socks to see which ones can still be worn lol man that got so bad, your Australianims - jumper, singlet, oi, Mackers, toilet. Being unstoppable, realizing you actually have curly hair, baby oil, conditioner, Bubba Gump's,  never making it to the Tar Pits, me being horrible with money, me accidentally locking you out and you banging on the wrong window and the woman thought you were a peeping Tom lol too funny but I felt so horrible, a king size bed made from to different sized mattresses so in the end sleeping on one mattress, buying you new sheets and head testing your new pillows, pool days ending up in you trying to throw me in the pool, taking care of me when I'm not feeling well, you getting a membership at a gay gym and coming home with stacks of business cards from all the guys there, my southern twang accent you like so much, your british accent, telling travelers at the hostel I was a penguin trainer, SYNERGY, business plans that go just as fast as they came,  Dallas coming home wasted and spitting all night, Justo with his swollen eyes, earthquakes, me getting my miracle, my Paris Hilton Pefume, babe can I use your razor?  Emmie can I use your hair mousse?  Vikram's scissors, getting through the toughest times, growing as a person, sharing every waking and sleeping moment with someone (not always easy but we did it), never knowing what a song is called or who it's by even though you were a DJ, you branding me with the Australian flag, I always managed to find your hand and slip mine in it,  trying to buy me pepper spray,  you eating pretzels and jerky in bed,  grape fights and waking up to them in my hair, pinning me up against a chain link fence until I kissed you,  my very own Harry Potter (you never did show me any wizard tricks I'm thinking you glamoured me), "Emmie, Ryan have you seen my towel, oh wait I found it" "DONT USE THAT TOWEL!!!",  who was that guy that came into the room that night it wasn't Justin, Lopedawg, Em Dawg and Hawt Dawg, Leo Dicaprio, Twilight, Justin and his spray tan lol I did a bad job he looked like a Zebra, your house on the hill, Santa Monica Pier, Venice Beach, dry noodles, talking to me in your sleep, calling me turtle and then I lost my shell and you called me a slug and then said sea turtle because they are cuter,  being your heating blanket and calling me a Polar Bear, Mother Hen, tocitos at 3am (bad idea),  Massive Attack, Air, La Roux, hookers in Vegas thinking I was working you, Zietgiest and remembering your dreams...I hope I didn't forget anything.
These past five months have been incredible.  We went through hell and high water together and I would not take a second of it back.  It wasn't always easy, you went through your depression and I went through dealing with Max stuff, but we supported each other no matter what.
It was harder not living with you then it was living with you.  It was more of a struggle but we got through that too.  We wouldn't let anything or anyone tear us down.  We were in it together no matter what.
 You have taught me so much about myself these past few months. When we met I was heart broken and wanting close myself off to the world and others. I tried to be bulletproof but you wouldn't let me. Bit by bit everyday you listened and let me be me with no judgment calls.  You showed me what it's like to have what I deserve in life.  You made me feel beautiful again inside as well as out, that I'm strong and I can take on anything life throws at me. You always say your a lucky man but I consider myself a lucky woman.  Lucky to have someone in my life like you and share with you what we shared.  There are no words to describe what you mean to me or what we had together means, I can try to explain but I know you could look in my eyes and understand because with you I don't always need to say it you just know.  For the first time in my life I actually felt worthy of something so incredible that always seemed just out of my reach and you took my hand and shared the beauty with me.  It was like everything I shared with you was the first time I shared it with anyone, like everything we were doing was the first time for both of us.  I grew up so much and can stand on my own two feet now, no matter what comes at me.
I watched you grow from this "Cool guy" who always needed to prove something to people and  himself what he what he believed in,  a guy who needed a five year plan to feel settled and comfortable in life into a man who knows what his beliefs are and he doesn't need to prove them anymore because he knows where he stands with himself.  A man that still wants a five year plan but it's ok to stop and smell the roses and take things day by day.  A man that knows as people we aren't perfect and we make mistakes and it's ok, and a man who realized it's ok to let your feelings take over sometimes.
I never thought you would fall in love with me.  I tried so hard not to but I finally let go of my fears and let it happen.  Loving someone and them loving you back is an amazing feeling and when we both finally let go it was so beautiful and I will always hold on to it.
Saying goodbye to you last week was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Then you showed up at the hostel to say goodbye one last time. You are my best friend, my family and my lover and I miss you like crazy, but maybe this is just another challenge for us.  We never went two weeks without something coming up and biting us but no matter what we got through it.  Nothing ever broke us, nothing ever knocked us down,  together we are unstoppable and no matter what happened we just seemed to get stronger and closer...closer then either of us ever thought.  It's hard not having my best friend around,  who is going to pick me up when I'm down, who is going to be in bed waiting to hear about my day,  who is going to sit and talk about nothing all night but yet it's the most important conversation.  You get me Ryan, and I have never had that.  You got the real me, shell gone and all and I don't regret it.
I miss you so much but know we will see each other again soon.  Just remember who you are and don't lose sight of that, and when in doubt I gave you my world so just hold on to it.
 I would sleep with you in a box in a ten year dream.
I love you
Turtle
xoxox

The amazing sky!

Well well, it's been a few weeks and I haven't posted anything but I do have a small sweet story to tell.  In this story is Me of course and my roommate Justin. We decided to go for a drive with no destination in mind.  Me, who loves playing tourist suggested we go up to the Hollywood sign (considering I am obsessed with it I just can't seem to take enough pictures of it).  So we began our drive up to the sign turning down this street and that street trying to get the right one to get us up there.  Well we never made it up there because Justin decided to take me up to the Griffith Observatory.
It's right on top of the Hills and looks out over L.A. and has a perfect view of the sign so I was super stoked.  There was so much to see inside and outside.  There was a pendulum that moves with the rotation of the earths axis, telescopes, displays with meteor's and the Leonard Nemoy theatre.
There are telescopes that you look into with spectrums of the sun and a telescope that you can actually look at the sun directly which was pretty awesome.
There was one area where it had all the different planets and a scale and it tells you how much you would weigh on each planet, I weighed almost 300lbs on Jupiter, 1.5lbs on Pluto and on Earth I weighed....haha I'll never tell. We were like two kids in a candy store we had sooo much fun.  We even went to the Leonard Nemoy Theatre where a documentary of the observatory was being shown.  - Griffith Observatory started as one man's vision for inspiring people through astronomy and has become the most visited public observatory in the World.  Griffith J. Griffith first fabe Griffith Park to Los Angeles in 1896. He left money in his will in 1919 to build the Observatory and the Greek Theatre.
Leading astronomers and architects guided design and construction , and the Observatory opened May 14 1935.  With Art Deco, Moderne, Greek Revival, and Beaux Arts architectural influences, the stately building actually looks like an observatory.  It soon became a featured location in hundreds of movie and TV productions.
Always intended for public astronomy rather than research, the Observatory offered public telescopes, astronomy exhibits, and the third planetarium theater in the U.S.  Nearly 70 million people entered the building from 1935-2002, with many more visitng solely for the unparalleled view of the Los Angeles basin.  The Observatory indtroduced one of the region's first structrued school field trips, and generations of students came on visits that inspired careers in science, engineering and beyond.
After nearly 67 years of heavy use, the Observatory closed in 2002 for it's first comprehensive renovation and expansion.  This ambitious public-private partnership renewed the Observatory's world-class standing and enhanced it's ability to serve the public.
Just incase you are wondering I didn't actually remember all that I typed it out of the pamphlet lol. But when they closed it for the renovations they actually lifted up the whole building and nothing fell or broke. I had no idea it had such a history and was such a landmark and it's been in many movies it's first movie being Rebel Without a Cause (I think that was the one) and it showed footage from the movie. It's pretty cool to think that James Dean walked that very floor :).
We were the during the day so I didn't get to do any start gazing but getting to see the sun through the telescopes was really cool, I've never done that before.
It was really awesome getting to spend that time with Justin as he had to make a quick decision and move back to his home town Alabama the next day.
I know this as funny as my usual blogs but it was a little educational and I thought that this adventure and my last day with Justin deserved it's own blog.  All the pictures are posted on FaceBook in the Amazing Sky Album.
Miss you Justo
xoxox

A Bad Promotion, Mean Cabbies, Tuna Fish and a Shopping Cart on Melrose.

So let’s see; the weekend, which means the Usher CD Release Party.  So as a promoter my job is to promote this event through emails, texts, Facebook, Twitter, word of mouth and flyers.  My roommate Dallas had gone to the interview with me so he had to promote for it as well so we planned on going down to Hollywood Blvd on Saturday (the day before the event) and hand out flyers/passes for the event.  Well of course Dallas and I planning to get work done together never happen’s and we get side tracked.  We decide to spend our money and go to Madame Tussaude’s House of Wax (photo album up on Facebook – Real? Fake? Look-a-Like).  It was pretty awesome but creepy at the same time.  At one point I couldn’t find Dallas and when I looked around for him I saw all these people, famous people, but then you realize that none of them are real. Sometimes when you turn around there is one just standing there staring at you and then you realize it’s another wax figure.  These was figure’s are made to the exact scale and size of the actors and they have the actors’ distinguishing marks on them such as tattoo’s scars and piercings, it’s really crazy.  Some of them look so real your expecting them to start a conversation with you or wait till you’ve looked at them long enough and then they are just going to look and you and say Boo and scare the crap out of you.  I even got Dallas to poke them to make sure they were wax, it’s honestly incredible how real some of them look.  After our adventure with the rich and famous we decided we weren’t in the mood to promote so we went grocery shopping instead and then headed back to the hostel.

By the time Sunday hit my phone and my Facebook were going crazy with messages from people that wanted guestlist.  It was great I had over 37+ on my list and I only needed 20 so I was pretty happy.

I had to be at the club by 9:30p that night so Ryan, Justin, Ethan, Mandy and I all got a cab at 9p and headed down to Ecco (the club).

It was pretty awesome when I first got there.  All the promoters got in a line and were directed into the club.  Once we got inside we had a bit of an orientation and that was it.  We had done our job and now we were just able to enjoy the event.  I was thinking “this is great!  Promote al week and then get into  the parties for free. Sweet!”  Boy, was I wrong.   No line up for guestlist/VIP passes = in a line up for over an hour.  Open bar till 10:30p = no running it by the owner so it was cancelled meaning drinks were $11 each.  Usher listening party = Usher is a no show.  Getting paid to promote the events = not being able to get a hold of your boss.  Now don’t get me wrong,  we had an absolute blast, maybe too much of a blast considering we spent way too much money. Using my VISA for emergencies only ended up being I need a rum and diet it’s an emergency lol.  But, it was all worth it in the end. 

We ended up leaving just after 1am as we had drank a little too much and thought it best we just head back to the hostel.  We grabbed some street meat and hailed a cab.  Now let me tell you something about the cabbies here in Hollywood.  THEY ALL NEED AN ADDITUDE REAJUSTMENT.  First off every time I get into a cab and ask them to take me somewhere they don’t even know where it is.  My first night here I was getting dropped off at Ella’s and the cab pulled over and I politely asked “is this the address” he rudely replied “how am I supposed to know I have never been here before, you don’t know where you’re going!”  It really makes me miss the cabbies in Collingwood, they are so much nicer and actually make your ride more enjoyable.  Anyways when we got into the cab after the club all I remember is Ryan arguing with the cab driver.  Apparantly he wanted to charge us a $20 flat rate when we were only a $16 cab drive away.  So the cab driver decides to turn around with the meter running and drive back to the club to over charge us.  We finally calmed him down and got him to drive us back to the hostel which only ended up being an $11 cab ride.

So now lets fast forward as few days to Wednesday.  Dallas and I decide that we wouldn't mind grabbing a bottle of cheap vodka ($12 for 20oz) and listening to some tunes down in the party room.  So thats exactly what we did.  We pounded out Lady Gaga on the stereo speakers and danced on the coffee tables which actually scared some people from coming in the room.  A small speaker even fell from the ceiling but we don't even know where it came from lol.

The next morning was beach day for Dallas and I, ya, ok, let me tell you how GREAT I felt (pure sarcasm here).  I felt like I had been hit by a truck, cheap vodka may be good for my budget but it definately  isn't good for me lol.  We decided to nix on the beach till the following day (Friday) and just allow ourselves to devulge in our own self inflicted illness.  With painful heads and upset stomachs we decided to take the 45 minute walk down to Sunset and La Brea to the grocery store.  On our way to the grocery I really needed to stop for food ( I had the hungover hunger) so we decided to stop at Subway.  Not really that hungry I decided to get a tuna salad feeling it would be lighter and go down better then a sub at this point.  So of course Dallas and I who are both Gemini's and are pretty much the same person are both hangover bitchy; here's what happned - he kept putting his pop on my tray I kept moving it he putting it back.  I took a sip of his pop he took a sip of mine, I took some tuna salad and put it in his pop, he took it out threw it back in my bowl and poured just a little of his soda in my salad.  At this point we pause and stare at each other, like two cowboys ready to draw their guns.  Then very slowly with a smile of satisfaction he picks up his soda and dumps the orange liquid all over my salad turning my ever so delicious salad into tuna salad goo. Not over impressed because it cost me $7 (which is out of my budget), I was hungover and hungry I picked up a forkful of tuna salad goo and flung it at him, I got him right in the face.  If you could've seen the look on his face, it was priceless, man did I laugh so hard, and so did he.  It was on his face in his hair, on his sunglasses and on his shirt, it was all over him.  With a hungry stomach but still laughing histarically we left and headed the rest of the way to Ralph's (grocery store).

I don't know if I have mentioned but Dallas is an Aussie so we have different terms for things so when we get to the grocery store he starts calling the buggy a trolly.  I said no a trolly is something you ride a buggy is for groceries.  He said no a buggy is something you ride and a trolly is something you push. We are going back and forth like this for 5 minutes when I hear giggling.  This woman was standing there listening to us bicker and thought it was hilarious she couldn't stop laughing.  Dallas even asked her if she thought it was a buggy or trolly but she was laughing to hard she couldn't answer.

Anyways an hour later and $200 worth of groceries (most of them being different flavours of noodles) we are ready to head back only to realize that there is no way we can carry all of our stuff on the bus, and it would be way to heavy to carry home but a cab was way out of our budget. What do we do? M - Dallas maybe we should just take the buggy.  D - I was just thinking the same thing.  So that was our decision take the buggy.  All of a sudden the buggy stalls it wouldn't move and the wheels would just move from side to side. Dallas pulled it back, it was fine, pushed it forward and stopped, it literally got retarded on us.  Well, they have these magnetic things all around the property so that you can't steal the buggies. Smart for them bad for us. Now what?  Dallas sees a buggy beside a car and decides to pick it up over the magnetic thing.  VOILA!  We move all our groceries into that buggy and begin our 45 minute trek back to the  hostel.  Do you have any idea what it is like walking down Melrose Ave. pushing a shopping cart full of groceries while everyone else is walking around with bags from clothing shops.  Yup, definately not the most popular kids on the block that day.  We might as well wore sings on our back that says "Kick Me!". 

We did make it to the beach the next day.  Dallas and I went down to Santa Monica the next day and check out the fair on the Santa Monica Pier and just sat and watched the water it was a really relaxing day, a little chilly but really nice and chill.  The only bad thing was we ordered burrito's, fries and onion rings for lunch.  Not really the greatest idea I have had since I left Canada.  We were both in the bathroom for quite a while.  I kid you not (for those with weak stomachs do not read any further) it was like a machine gun and then a bomb explosion and then a trumpet played.  There were a few minutes I thought I was going to die.  I couldn't even eat dinner that night I was still full (if you could even call it that) from the burrito.  NEVER AGAIN!

Well thats it for now.  I don't have much else to talk about but I think I have given you all enough to read this entry.  I will try and post something in a few days.  I am off to go buy the boyz some chocolate bunnies and we apparantly have an easter egg hunt at the hostel tonight so that should be fun.  

Take care, Happy Easter, and remember to love your Collingwood Cab Drivers.

xoxox

LA LA LAND with a little bit of 90210

It's been awhile since my last blog so this might be a bit long so hopefully you can sit through all of it. The last thing I wrote about was Santa Monica and Venice beach.
Alright so a few days after that my girl Ella calls and says she had the day off and asked if I want to meet her down at Santa Monica on Tuesday. So I am up early, on the bus and at the beach by 10:30 am.  What a beautiful morning it was. It was so hot, one of the hottest days since I had arrived and there was a music video being shot on the Santa Monica Pier Bridge.  We found a vacant spot on the sand and sprawled out - for 4 hours - I wasn't ready to leave when Ella wanted to but by the time I got off the bus I was glad she did because I was a little red.  Well actually, I looked like a lobster, but now I am a nice brown :)
A few days later (Thursday) my flat mate Dallas and I decided to rent a car for two days so we could get some resumes out.  We hired a car from Rent a Reck, and what a Reck it was.  It was two shades of green,  the gas pedal was stiff, every time I hit the breaks the back end of the car clicked, there were only five radio stations 3 spanish stations, one new station that repeats its songs and one 80's station which is the one we stuck with (it totally suited the car), there wasn't even a spot for a tape or a cd to be played, all the mirrors had to be adjusted by hand, the key was bent and there was no power steering. LOL it was a wreck but it got us through LA, which by the way is a horrible place drive.  I love driving but all I wanted to do was take the car back to the hostel and leave it in the underground parking until we had to return it.  Everyone runs red lights, people pull out in front of you and cut you off left right and centre and everyone honks constantly and don't forget the no power steering.  The guy at the car rental place said "when turning left and the light turns red don't turn right away because people will run the reds and when it is green don't pull out right away make sure everyone is done running red lights. But DON'T BE AGRESSIVE. It's easy you shouldnt have a problem"  ....? after all that how can I not be aggressive.  LOL.
We drove down to Venice beach and got some lunch and then headed towards West Hollywood where we wanted to hand out resume's.  Well, having a car gave us some freedom and we got really side tracked.  We drove through Beverly Hills and Down Rodeo Drive.  It is a completely different world there.  Everything is so prestine looking.  It's so manicured with it's white buildings, spotless sidewalks and every designer store you can imagine.  Even the cars were high end, we were definately slumming it on Rodeo lol, it was worse slumming it through Laguna Beach in a Dodge Charger with Pauly.
Anyways we decided to drive through the hills. So we drove through windy hills and up streets that were so steep I thought the car was going to roll back so I leaned forward hoping it would help.  We got lost in Bel Air (I think it was Bel Air).  The streets were so narrow and so windy, we kept hitting dead ends and I could barley turn corners because without power steering ShitHeap (the name we gave the car) liked to make wide turns.  I had to come to a complete stop turn the steering wheel all the way and then proceed, it was awful, I almost hit someone because the car turned so wide.  Very cautiously and white knuckled we made our way to Mullholand Drive (we never got to handing out resume's that day) My Vertigo kicked in sometimes, it was like I could feel the hight all around me but it was well worth it.  We drove to a viewing point and looked out over The Valley,  the Freeway and the Hollywood Sign.  It was really beautiful.  Did you know that Hollywood was originally Hollywood Land?  A landslide came and took out the word Land so they just left it lol.  Now you know.
After a long day of driving I finally get to park ShitHeap and have a beer, or so I thought.  Justin my other flat mate asked if I could give him a lift so back in the car I get. Perfect. Rush hour.  Within five minutes I got pulled over by the cops, GREAT.  COP: Hi there my name is officer so and so may I please see your liscence and registration?  Do you know why I pulled you over? ME: Absolutely not (I hand him my liscence and rental papers)  this is my first time ever driving in LA and I just rented this car today.  COP: Where did you rent this car from?  ME: Rent a Reck COP: haha I can see that (he keeps laughing)  ME: Trust me I would love to rent something nicer  COP (hands me back my liscence and papers) you see that sign there you cant turn left here. you have really pretty eyes.  Be careful or someone will give you a ticket. Have yourself a nice day  ME: (looking at Justin)  It helps being a girl.  JUSTIN: Fuck Emmie they would've nailed me ME:  I know ahah.  So I turn around pull up to the light and make a right JUSTIN: Emmie you can't turn while pedestrians are crossing! . As he says this he looks out the window and the cop was standing there smiling shaking his head.  HAHA what a day.  The next day Dallas and I actually get out to job search but barley got out any resume's due to the fact nobody would take them because we were looking for cash work and nobody was interested.  Another day gone and no job so what do we do haha party.  There was a party at our hostel that night.  It was a blast.  We met these three really rad Aussie's, Amy, Kate and Garth, all siblings traveling together.  They will actually be back here in a few weeks and want to meet up, they texted me today so I am pretty stoked.  The party was great everyone had a blast. Though I was really confused the next morning when Justin was all dressed up from the night before, I thought he was going to work but that wasn't the case.  He ended up passing out in the party room and had just made it upstairs with swollen eyes.  And I mean swollen eyes. Have you ever seen anyone with swollen eyes before?  i thought I had until I saw Justin on Saturday morning.  His eyes were these round balls sticking so far out i thought they would pop out of the sockets; I'm surprised he could even blink lol it was so funny.  Then I hear a very confused half asleep voice from Dallas's bunk "why am I naked?"  and then me going "how did I get to bed?" it was so funny but so painful.
That night I went over to Ella's for a girls night and some drinks. A few drinks later her, Nathan (her new flat mate) and I head over to the Bungalow (hostel) for some drinks, Justin and then off to the Saddle Ranch for a crazy night of music and drinks.  SOOO MUCH FUN but so much pain the next day lol but well worth it.
Sunday was a chill day for all of us, Justin and I were hung over after two nights of drinking and Ryan had gone to a Rave on Saturday and drank with us on Friday so we were limited to a day on the couch with junk food and movies.
Then it's Monday. The begging of a new week and time to get myself a job.  As much as I wanted a job bartending I knew it would be next to impossible. No bar would hire me without a Visa which I dont have.  So what do I do Craigslist.  Man do I love Cragslist.  I looked up and out my picture to any promotion, or promo model add in the Los Angeles Area.  20 emails and 3 hours later I had 3 interviews.  Guess what.  I GOT A JOB!  Two of them to be exact.  One is for this promotion company promoting the high end clubs in Hollywood and promoting big parties. Dallas and I both got the job together, and the address of the head office is 90210 Beverly Hills!  No joke!  My first task is promoting this Sunday nights event at Ecco Nightclub. It's Usher's CD Listening party and the man himself is going to be there.  Fucking amazing.  My other job is working at private celebrity functions. They are B and C celebrities but it's still a pretty cool job.  The best about both of them is they are cash paying so it's golden. I am super stoked.  Plus the owner of the second one is friends with Mr. Hugh Heffner and I have been invited for Sunday Poker at the Mansion.  Yup thats right the Playboy Mansion.
Well I hope you have enjoyed yet another one of my entries.  I have to go get ready as Dallas and I are going to two night clubs tonight, no line no cover to check them out and start promoting.  LA LA LAND is right!!!

Santa Monica and Venice Beach

Yesterday our (Justin, Ryan and I ) plan was to go to the beach.  Ryan was planning on being up around 8 to hit the gym and then be back by 10 so we could head down to Santa Monica.  Well if you knew my roommates you would know that them getting up means "Emmie can you set the alarm because we have to be at the office for 10 so can you set the alarm for 7 and wake us up" "Oh and can you take my suit to the dry cleaners" lol. But the trick is actually waking them up.  You see they set there alarms as well but it just wakes me up on top of my own alarm and then i have to yell and shake them which doesn't work half the time; and Justin's alarm is a rooster,  KILL THE FUCKING ROOSTER!!! HAHAHA!!!  So after about 3 hours of trying to wake them up and a missed gym session by Ryan, and me spraying Justin with a spray on tan we finally leave around noon with an added person (Sakita) and headed to the bus stop with an hour bus ride out to Santa Monica.

Santa Monica is beautiful. You walk over a bridge which looks out on to the water and the mountains. On the other side of the bridge is a pier where a fair takes place with a huge roller coaster and a huge ferris wheel and the pier is just infested with people.  The beach itself is just beautiful, there are shops and condos all lined on the left side and the right side has a bath for walkers, runners, bikers, bladers, skateboards and to the right of the is the beach which is about a mile till you get to the water which is speckled with sailboats and lined with mountains. There are swings and palm trees and a gym for gymnasts which line the outer part of the beach its nuts. I have not seen anything like this on a beach before.  It was great just walking and looking around at this thing they call a beach which is beyond any beach I have ever been to.

Our whole goal was to go get to Venice beach so after we had our beach side burgers we kept walking toward Venice.  WOW! What an amazing difference between Santa Monica and Venice you don't need anyone to tell you where one ends and the other starts.  It's like Ghost Town (Frontier Town) on the beach.  It's incredible.  Big painted hippie vans are the first thing you see when you hit Venice with the faintest smell of Pechoullie.  Mom you would love Venice beach, you would be calling Aunt Pat to come out and move there with you haha.  It's got artists, and music, hippies, dancers, a side show - they had a two headed turtle- drum circles, food, henna tattoos, you can rent a bike to ride on the path, jewellery makers, tattoo and piercing shops, smoke shops, restaurants, music, clothing stores hat stores, almost everyone had a dog,  homeless people with signs saying stuff like "Why lie, need weed" and "Punch me in the face for $1". There are also these shops that you can go in and buy weed legally as long as you have a medical card for it.  I have never heard of that before, its fucking crazy.  I saw the biggest drum circle I had ever seen and it never stopped it just kept going, I also saw a loan drummer just sitting on the beach just playing his drums.  It was amazing. And this goes on everyday.  It was beyond anything I could think of  of what a beach is like.  It was amazing everywhere you looked it was something different, there was so much going on that if you looked one way you missed what was going on the other way.  There were always crowds of people looking at something.  We walked up to one crowd and asked what was going on and a lady said "that extremely built guy is going to jump over 11 people". Well that extremely built man started running and he jumped over 11 kids.  Crazy.  Have you ever heard of Muscle beach? You know in the movies you see the big muscle heads working out on the beach.  Well it exsists and it is actually called muscle beach. YUP who knew. I thought people called it that because of the muscle heads but its the actual name. Beside that is this stage thing with bleachers facing it and there were techtonik dancers showing there moves. Goodbye Wasaga Beach strip lol, you will never be the same.

By the time we decided to catch a bus back we had walked over three miles or more.  By the time we got home it was just after 7 and Justin's spray on tan looks like he has an obsession with Zebra's lol I did a really bad job but it looks really funny.

Well I am off as I have to pick up the dry cleaning and run to the store and then come back and do nothing.  I'm loving this life!