Well hello. If you are reading this it means that I love/really like/like you and want to share this crazy adventure that I'm about to embark on with you, as I am going to set this thing to private and invite people to read this only. Although I have been faffing for far too long on the design and logistics of this thing that I'm now bloody tired and can't be bothered to write too much. [EDIT: Feb 2013 - I have now opened this blog up for the whole world to see my warts and all. Having been through a massive journey, perhaps I can offer you some nuggets, pearls, or bogies at best, of wisdom.]
I'm going to LA on Wednesday and it's all very exciting, but scary too. I haven't even started packing yet and I still need to go shopping for nice clothes so people in LA will think that I am some superstar who doesn't just shop in Primark over in England. Maybe I will stretch to TopShop.
I am very excited about my subflat in LA, I can't wait to get there and start nestling in. Is it bad that a week before I go, the one thing I am really looking forward to is getting to my room and sleeping? The thought of the 11.5 hr flight really really really makes me feel ill. The thought of flying is already quite scary (there is a lot that could go wrong in 11.5 hrs) and once I get over the fact that I may not die, the boredom factor sets in. Short haul is OK if you're sitting next to a screaming baby or a snoring oaf, but almost half a day in a confined space? Please...no babies or snoring oafs.
This blog could go either of 3 ways.
1. I will be so bored in LA that all I will do is moan and blog.
2. I will be so busy living it up in LA that I will not have time to come back to tell you about my dinners with Johnny, Brad and Cillian (although Cillian is Irish and Johnny is all French these days).
3. I will be so depressed and bummed out that I will not even have the energy to moan and blog.
And an extreme but still possible 4th option:
[4. I am arrested for throwing a screaming baby/snoring oaf off the plane/beating it to death with my plastic fork].
Didn't someone get arrested about tweeting about a bomb? Hmmm. Maybe I'll be arrested for blogging about this. Why am I still talking about this.
Right. I've managed to blog enough about not a lot already so I think it's bed time.
I'm going to LA on Wednesday and it's all very exciting, but scary too. I haven't even started packing yet and I still need to go shopping for nice clothes so people in LA will think that I am some superstar who doesn't just shop in Primark over in England. Maybe I will stretch to TopShop.
I am very excited about my subflat in LA, I can't wait to get there and start nestling in. Is it bad that a week before I go, the one thing I am really looking forward to is getting to my room and sleeping? The thought of the 11.5 hr flight really really really makes me feel ill. The thought of flying is already quite scary (there is a lot that could go wrong in 11.5 hrs) and once I get over the fact that I may not die, the boredom factor sets in. Short haul is OK if you're sitting next to a screaming baby or a snoring oaf, but almost half a day in a confined space? Please...no babies or snoring oafs.
This blog could go either of 3 ways.
1. I will be so bored in LA that all I will do is moan and blog.
2. I will be so busy living it up in LA that I will not have time to come back to tell you about my dinners with Johnny, Brad and Cillian (although Cillian is Irish and Johnny is all French these days).
3. I will be so depressed and bummed out that I will not even have the energy to moan and blog.
And an extreme but still possible 4th option:
[4. I am arrested for throwing a screaming baby/snoring oaf off the plane/beating it to death with my plastic fork].
Didn't someone get arrested about tweeting about a bomb? Hmmm. Maybe I'll be arrested for blogging about this. Why am I still talking about this.
Right. I've managed to blog enough about not a lot already so I think it's bed time.