Hey…
Watcha!
For those of you that follow me on Twitter you will see that I had quite an active day today. I was packing up my Soho flat as my contract there is up, and whilst packing (which is so boring) I found messing about on Twitter to be a great distraction. Sorry if it was all a bit random but that is what happens when I am left alone for too long.
I am getting on really well with Monkey (my guitar). Lesson Two is sometime this week and I think I have come along quite a way since my first one. I still can’t play a tune, but I can rock that E Major chord like I have been doing it all my life…
I am a little impatient and want to be playing Wembely by the end of next week, but I am trying to just be persistent and understand that it is going to take time until I can pump out the Def Leopard.
Filming has pretty much finished now so I have more time on my hands. I have quite a lot of writing to do and even though the deadlines are pressing my brain is a bit mush after such an intense schedule so I am being a little slow on the old ‘concentration’. I gave myself the last couple of days off but will get back on it tomorrow as the bills don’t pay themselves. Also, the house move set me back a little but it was good to concentrate on something other than work, and a change is as good as a rest ain’t it?
So, I am now living south of the river, renting a room off a very old and dear friend of mine Luke.
I arrived at about 8pm tonight and we went for dinner and caught up having not seen each other for a few months. It was such a great evening. I have known him and his family for years and being here with him really feels like home….we are planning lots of parties and I know we are going to have a really fun summer. I dunno, there is something about sitting down and talking to someone who has known you for years that makes everything fall into place. What with living in LA and having lots of new friends, nothing can beat a bit of history with someone. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my new friends, but it is fun to laugh about the past sometimes isn’t it?
So, here I am propped up in bed in yet another place that I am to call home this year; the third one so far. I wonder if I will ever settle down…
Actually, I think there is a song about that? ‘Maybe tomorrow I’ll wanna settle down, but until tomorrow I’ll just keep moving on…’
Anyway…
Night night, love the Littlest Hobo x
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June 10th, 2009 at 8:41 am
Aww Dawnies so cute! I caught up with my best friend the other night and we were literally crying reminiscing about really sordid and drunken nights and it never fails to make me happy! x x x x