College students
I never went to college, though I did spend my first four months in a
one bedroom apartment with 3 other guys when I first moved to l.a. and
*they* were going to college.

It's very college here. Two apartments on the same floor with unlocked
doors. Claire's place is pretty much where everyone congregates to make
plans and just sit and chat. There is broadband here and a router so
everyone checks email here as well.

Yesterday, I had jetlag and excitement crash around noon and went into a
coma until around 3, I think. Then we took a cab to some park where
there were men in kilts playing big band jazz. We hung on the lawn.
Victor and I had on sweaters, jackets and knit caps while everyone else
ran around in shorts and t-shirts. JE SUIS AMERICAIN! It was fucking
cold, people.

Tomas, a czech fellow wandered over to our group and bummed a cigarette
from provenz'. Everyone got to talking and he and two fellow eastern
european girls, lucie and melissa? and our group all headed back here.
Wine, bbq, cake. It was simon's birthday.

I had my first good food. Two great pieces of chicken grilled out in the
back yard. Man, it was fucking good!!!! Tomas made it.

There are so many people on this floor. I'm not sure of names. Roman(?)
is french, I think and tests games on mobile phones. There's a quiet
canadian girl who never talks. There's some other girl who is an
outdoors type but is laid up with a knee injury or something. She is
from england maybe.

Two other people arrived last night. They're staying in the apartment
with me, victor and simon. They've been in germany performing and are
here to perform in the festival as well.

Had a nice chat with provenz' about the show and plans for it, etc. He's
much more confident than I am. I skew uptight, and he skews loosey
goosey, so somewhere in the middle we shall meet and explode. We're
running through the show today. He's made some changes. I hope they're
good. He cut the phone call in to two parts. It's really funny. I don't
know when or how we'll work that in.

Christian Slater is doing 'one flew over the cukoo's nest' here. How
funny is that.

My dad's supposed to come this week. I don't know how much he'll enjoy
it.

There is no 1/2 & 1/2 on the continent. That makes coffee drinking, um,
problematic. Ah well.

I'm feeling stick-in-the-mud-ish. Everyone's plowed with wine and I'm
not. They're all very sweet and it isn't that horrible drunkeness that
happens with people in the states, but I just feel a bit alienated.

I'm nervous about the show and I want it to be good, but I need to relax
and trust it, I think. Or not. I don't fucking know. Ah, self doubt.
It's greet.

Victor is jonesing for hash browns and bacon. One of the 25 people who
live here just called it shtikee beacon. Sticky Bacon.

Sticky Bacon is my gang name for the day.

The computer LOD loaned me is a tiny sony vaio with windows 98, so it's,
well, crap. I am firmly in the begging and choosing area, but still:
crap. The mouse won't load. I would like to have a mouse and not have to
deal with the fucking touchpad.

I woke up this morning at 8:30am and walked around. Watched people
bustle off to work. It's going to be a hot day today. Actually hot. I
found a supermarket. Things are fucking expensive because of the shitty
exchange rate.

Got back here about 9:30 and did some stretching, exercise, etc. then
took a delightful shower. I'm glad the water pressure isn't totally
horrible and the water is hot. I also shaved and that makes me feel a
bit better.

I miss jessie. Man, oh man, I miss her.

We took photos yesterday. There are castles and shit here. Fucking old,
old, old fucking castles.

By the way, the internet is fucking great. Thanks rob.


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