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Monday, November 03, 2008

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 09:46:22 GMT

It's pretty impossible to know where to begin when updating a group on an entire month of your life. Do you go day by day with a full itinary of what happened at each hour, or step by step because in life the steps are different to the days. With the steps you can see the beginning where everything was normal and average to the changing step where it all gets mixed up to the main steps where it all gets twisted and mixed up and then the concluding steps as to how you ended up here again and the cycle of the story is complete. That'd all be fine and well, if I remembered the majority of what's been happening but as you guessed a lot of my steps are blank voids which lead me into a dark wilderness of lost times before moving onto the next step, with no fucking clue how I got there.
Let me sum it up this way.
There was university.There were drugs. There was alcohol. There were girls. There was getting chucked out of home. There was paint. There were the police. There are very few photos and at some point there was the return of my dad. Now, there is now.
So here I am, back again to show my soul to the world.

Just so you know

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 10:02:49 GMT

I'm still alive!
At university in London but had a severe lack of internet, longting story but regular posts again sooncome. Inabiz xoz

LAHHHHDHHHAAANNN

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 11:39:25 GMT

LDN is shining grey again and the rain is threatening to hit my head from the dark clouds above but I lack to care because I'm so happy to be home. America was great and different and fun but then there seemed to be a vast amount of extremes which I don't encounter over here, extremely ignorant, extremely uninteresting, extremely arrogant...I realise these people do exist over here and that I was exposed to them in America but it did hurt my trip a little. I had an amazing time at The Mars Volta, I linked some acid and bowled up alone buzzing my head off, met a bird who was highly enticed by my accent and spent the night at hers before waking up stupidly early to try and find a way back to my dads. Overall the weather was buff, the girls was buff and the times were buff so I'm glad I went.
On the other hand I seem to of missed out on some jokes times over here and I have to start university and move into accommodation tomorrow, allow that. Party tonight, oh yes.
Oh and anyone who tells me your country is the land of the free America, they are so so wrong!
Wagwan people?

I just made the buffest cup of tea

Mon, 15 Sep 2008 10:59:35 GMT

I'm home, yeahhhhh

and going to sleep x

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 11:59:52 GMT

I hate hangovers, I feel bare ill. Not long left here now, looking forward to getting back to the LDN innit, nice still here but ykna I'm missing my roots and the tea a lot. I feel so so ill.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 09:31:23 GMT

I am really not good at this whole American time ting. It's not working out, I cannot adjust for some reason. I bare bare bare want tea right now. I am bare not happy. At all.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 10:50:25 GMT

eaasssssy
I'm 18, in America, drunk really quite drunk just got home from some heavy club [being English here workssss] and had a nang night. I need to go to sleep now but I had to ring my friend to wish her happy birthday because it's like midday in England I think, she's gwan link bare drugs and I'm quite jealous because this land isn't really supplying my need. Today should be good, once it's a sensible hour. SAFEEE

sunshine=6/10 [Yesterday was peng, it's jus rising now though]
drugs=5/10 [Bitta coke and some E but none of it was that good quality ugetmehhhh]
drink=9/10 [Spirits tasted good through the night but I'm gwan have a bigting headache soon]
cigarettes=8/10 [I went and bought some baccy, yes yes]
beaches=0/10
people=8/10 [met some jokes cats last night]
buff girls=7/10 [some choongtings as well]
fun=10/10 [last night was bare jokes]
tea=0/10 [dying]
food=8/10 [some slapup meals yesterday, nang]

Los Angeles is nang.

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 15:24:18 GMT

Why good morning world, nice to see we're all still alive isn't it.
So the quest for tea went on yesterday to a very poor conclusion of some bare weak tea in some cafe. Now I understand tea isn't the in thing over here and that it's not as cherished as by my homeland but seriously when I ask for TEA, I want just that. For some strange reason this has translated into almost every American brain as Ice Tea, no, just no, if I wanted that shit I'd ask but no, no, no, teaaaaaa is all I ask for, please :[ To make it worse I'm starting to question myself as to if I'm somehow actually asking for ice tea without realising because every single person seems to interpret it as that.
So the situation gets dramatically worse when I finally get a cup of tea in some likkle cafe place made for me and the girl asks if I want hot or cold water...huh? No, just what? HOT girl fucking hot water, jheeeeez. Matters get worse when she gives me cream to put in the tea, America you need to learn to use milk and you need to get some nicer milk at that actually. So I pretty much gave her a look of disgust as she put the cream on my tray and ykna she was trying her hardest to serve me and that but the next thing she did was ridiculously unacceptable. She gave me my cup of tea and I look at it to see fucking ice, she actually put ice in a cup of tea, absolutely inexcusable I mean what the fuck!!!!! So i go ahead and ask "why is there ice in my tea?" to which she replies "I thought it might be too hot for you" so I ask her to make me another cup of tea refraining from the ice this time but am pretty bewildered by this point as to what she was thinking! Don't worry though I know most of you guys aint as stupid as that bird, she had more than a screw loose. In the end the tea was alright purely for the fact it was actually tea and I was craving it bigtings, the cream made it taste disgusting though, bare.

Apart from that encounter the day was rather more pleasurable and joyous. My dad and I went to some shops so I could buy some fresh trainers, or sneakers as you brehs call them, which are overly pengers and so so dirtily cheap, sick! We then went down to some beach I dunno which one it was but it was quite a bit nicer than the ones back home, almost too immaculate for my eyes which are used to the dirt and grime of London. The bikinis those yats were wearing were tooooo buff in all, not that I was looking or owt...We then went to my dad's work so he could pretend to be a highflying cat some more whilst I sat with some producer bloke and bussed some joke, he gave me bare bubbles that man, top banana. Then went back to dad's where his bird was lounging around doing not much but decided she could tell me off for smoking indoors, I pretty much told her to fuck off to which she looked like she was about to cry, ah well. Went to my room and checked my emails.
1. I have been commissioned to do some art for a brehs book which is gwan be so sick.
2. A UK hiphop artist is using some of my artwork in his album sleeve, bang bang!
3. My sister's friend uploaded a picture of my sister smoking draw on facebook, allow that she's gwan get rinsed when I get home. tsssss
Yeah though overall positive I guess although I bare aint on my sister smoking green. Llow.
After seeing that though I decided it was time for me to pick up so I belled the shotta my mate linked me to and he said to go to his. My dad has 2 cars so I thought there no harm in me taking one [bar legal issues and insurance and ting but it's fine I ignored that] and off I went to try and find this brehs house. It took me timeeee to find the house which in reality wasn't that far from my dads haha oh well.
So he invites me in, he's quite tall, kinda long hair, bare American accent, wearing a red t-shirt and jeans looks a bit scruffy ykna but seems safe enough. I follow him in knocking into some ornament ting on the way and nearly pushing it off the shelf, I'm a bit clumsy innit. He introduces me to everyone in the main room where they're all sat around pretty blazed looking like a load of American students would in a typical film about smoking weed as students in America, funnily enough. I do the old handshake with them all, "safe I'm Oscar or Oz innit" and they tell me their names which I now forget but I'm sure they were nice ones. I sit down on one of the sofas next to a lad playing a guitar which is bare out of tune and hurts my ears but he doesn't seem to realise so I let him carry on, the sofas quite comfy and I can already smell the weed in the air, nice. The shotta, he was called Nick got out his stash and sorted me out a baggy, I looked at him a bit confused, it would be standard procedure to weigh it in front of me back home if I was picking up from someones house but to be honest I was just thankful for it so didn't complain asked for some papers to roll with. I didn't have any tobacco either so had to cut open a cigarette, everyone seemed to be watching me as if I was doing everything bare different to them, which it turned out I was but at that point I just thought they were just gazing with stoned fascination. Quick fact, the roach in America and England mean completely different tings! So yeah I rolled and they were so impressed I was made to roll all their spliffs all night which I didn't mind about really, apparently they were better when I did them, or they were bare lazy heh. I also taught them the word zoot instead of joint which they all seemed to appreciate, ha. So yes the night rolled in and we rolled up and smoked it away and spoke shit, they asked me a million questions but I'm not sure I got around to answering any of them quite fully. I awoke to find a boomting next to me snuggled up so tings can't of gone that raw and yeah it was pretty sick overall.
Might be going back there tonight but I'm feeling for a change and some hype so might try a club or summin but that will mean my sneaking skills are gwan be needed which is asking a lot of me. Gwan back to sleep now for a couple of hours in an actual bed instead of sofa and we'll see what the world brings me.

sunshine=10/10 [It was shining in my eyes on the way home this morning]
drugs=5/10 [The weed was pretty shit but there was bare of it]
drink=3/10 [They had drink but it was American beer which is about as strong as Cola to be fair]
cigarettes=5/10 [I actually went and bought some but forgot to buy baccy and papers innit]
beaches=7/10 [buff but I want more]
people=9/10 [Safe people last night]
buff girls=10/10 [the girl this morning was a beaut]
fun=7/10 [fairly good night, had some laughs]
tea=1/10 [fuck off with your cold tea]
food=4/10 [had bare munchies and not enough food last night]

Awaking at 4am local time leaves you with very little to do

Tue, 09 Sep 2008 10:52:48 GMT

So, last night was sort of jokes in a weird awkward way. Bare business types drinking wine and snorting cocaine thinking they're all that whilst I blagged some from them and got a bit buzzin, enough at least to make me an arrogant wanker and keep talking back to some breh who was bout twenty but acted like he was my elder. Cunt nearly got a smack round the face innit. I went and drank more wine though until I was sombre enough not to care.
My dad's girlfriend is such a clueless bimbo goldigger it's quite jokes, she has one of those tiny yapping dogs which seems to follow me around, I'm getting quite suspicious of it. There were a couple of fit girls here last night, dressed up in their dad's money parading themselves to men double their age, you could see their eyes searching for $$$. When they spoke to me I became rather attractive to them;
1. "OMG you have the cutest accent" thanks, I try...
2. "So this is your dad's house?" Yes my dad is quite rich, you wouldn't know it if you were me usually though...
3. "You are so handsome" ok I made the last one up but come on I'm sure they were thinking it
So they became giggling idiots for me to have my wicked way with but I didn't go for it because;
1. They were idiots
2. They want money
3. They were boring still
I'm looking forward to going to find tea in a couple of hours when my dad wakes up and then gwan to some brehs to pick up some weed, hope he's safe as I don't actually have a fucking clue who he is. Where are all the exciting yet non-pretentious money-grabbing idiots round here? They must hide somewhere

sunshine=3/10 [Just rising]
drugs=3/10 [Got some but nothing good]
drink=9/10 [Finest French wines last night, yeah bwoi]
cigarettes=1/10 [I am blagging my dads still]
beaches=0/10
people=3/10 [wankers, my dads 'friends' are wankers]
buff girls=5/10 [they were alright]
fun=4/10 [was ok]
tea=0/10 [making me want to die]
food=0/10 [new day, no food yet]

I am gwan have bare jetlag tomorrow I know it.

LA3

Tue, 09 Sep 2008 00:20:20 GMT

I thought the news in England was biased but here it is ridiculous, I learn more about America at home I swear down.
My dad's having a party in a couple of hours for business types and LA yuppies, I'm not sure how fun it'll be but he told me there'll be coke and drink and that's all I care for right now. I've lost the phone number of the boy who can link me weed so I have to wait for that until tomorrow. I have learnt I cannot survive without tea and weed, I must have one or the other so tomorrow I'm gwan on a mission to buy some tea, preferably that what you get in England because I bare need some right now. In other news I had some buff lunch which again was huge, so big I couldn't eat it all and so cheap I was confused. Oh and I never did finish that drink.

sunshine=8/10 [Was a bare nice day]
drugs=0/10
drink=0/10
cigarettes=1/10 [I am blagging my dads already]
beaches=0/10
people=3/10 [the waiter at lunch was quite a nice bloke]
buff girls=0/10 [not enough birds]
fun=4/10 [was an alright day]
tea=0/10 [Slowly making me want to die]
food=10/10 [buff lunch + bare cheap]

I realise I've written in this way too much today but it's been a bare long day, I'm still living on UK time and therefore everything is really weird and slow and yeah, I quite like it here but not enough tea so far.