the U of the S of the A: Summary

Helloooo Lovelies! What y'all been up to these past months?

Hopefully, your summers have been wonderful, and you've spent your days sleeping in and eating more ice-cream than your stomachs can bear. If not... Well, your loss, I guess.

As for me, I've been extremely busy running barefoot through the forrest, and staying up all night watching Criminal Minds. I've also made several attempts at figuring out what to do next, and after I had a breakdown at work and was told by my doctor that I was abnormal, I've felt much better. Of course, that could be thanks to the barbs I was put on, but hey, whatever makes life easier, right?



So anyway... I wrapped up my "Where the wild things are"-summer with a trip to the City of Angels, where I planned on riding the bus around town all day, camp outside Billie Joe Armstrong's house, grow a mustache and take a photo at the walk of fame, and last but not least, visit all the cool clubs and music venues I've heard so much about. Unfortunately, I didn't take into account that the legal drinking age in the States is twenty-one, and after several failed attempts at getting passed the security guards, I was forced to admit defeat. While my new-found american friends went out drinking and partying, I stayed in with a Milka bar and the first crappy Anne Rice-book I've ever read.

Another thing which made my US trip a pain in the ass was the fact that you really couldn't get around by taking the bus. Used as I am to people being to lazy for public transport, I honestly thought people were just being stupid when saying that you had to have a car to get around in LA. Sadly, I was proven wrong, and after spending two frickin' hours on five buses to get from Hermosa Beach to Santa Monica, I gave up and decided to stay in the vicinity of Hermosa, unless offered a ride. If I had gone to LA with a friend, I might have considered renting a car, but as it was, 29 bucks/day for a car felt like overkill.

So what did I end up doing, then? The short answer to that is three walks to Redondo Beach (where me and my friend Angelika was attacked by a seagull, which was pretty hilarious - Especially after she started referring to the bird as "Black Death"), one day spent at the beach, an acoustic concert at Fat Face Hennesey's (Sorry if I got the name wrong) and several trips to Fro-Jo. If nothing else, I'm nowadays a huge fan of Frozen Yoghurt!

Yeah... The trip didn't quite go the way I thought it would, but as I sit here writing this, it feels pretty okay. My main purpose for this first US experience - To decide whether I would like to study in LA or not - was realized, and it feels strange to admit that I no longer have any desire whatsoever to go to school in LA. The city is just to... much for me, I guess. I want something more artsy and free-spirited, a town where the public transport system actually works and a big fat dose of rock culture awaits 'round the corner. According to most people I met in Hermosa, San Fran should be my kind of place. So the next time I go to the US, I'm going to make sure I spend some time in Helena, Montana, first, before heading to San Fran, New Orleans, and New York City.

So, that's my trip in a nutshell. I'll make sure to post some pictures, and a hilarious video of Angelika trying to read Swedish, as soon as I get some time to spare. Now I'm off to watch the Dog Whisperer. Peace out,

Xoxo,
Jay