Downey Inn Luxury Suites

All packed and ready, it seriously hasn't hit me yet. My flight leaves LAX at 11:20pm and i highly doubt I'll be able to sleep... nerves man. i hope there aren't too many suburban soccer moms out in Queensland. because I'm pretty much fed up with that **** ha ha. Hervey Bay, i am ready for my bicycle and part time job with lousy benefits but great scenery! WOOHOO!!!!!! let the adventures begin..... is Oz ready?

trapped, no more, i am.

... mounted projector that showed HD quality movies all along the living room wall. Hmmm...light bulb. The plan was to head into Hollywood to go to a nightclub he worked for on the strip. I was informed that my flip flops would not make the dress code, and at which point he handed over a pair of worn skater sneakers that seemed to be from 1999. The club, Mood, was fun, including the wild dancing. It was nice to be on the strip hanging out and ...

... team to watch this season. The Staples Center is also home to the Los Angeles Kings professional hockey team if you prefer the ice. These games are a great place to take dates, family or friends before you go hit the bars or restuarants of downtown L.A. For more information on home games and tickets during the thanksgiving week see the ...

... School Faculty (ie the staff) I'd not heard of many of the celebrity players, only Nick & Aaron Carter who were by far the most famous players on the team (and the best, but maybe I'm biased hehe) apparently there was a guy from Desperate Housewives there who got a big reaction, as did a Kiss FM DJ and several other small screen actors... the girls I was with pointed out who was who but I was still none the wiser. The game was really exciting - the ...

... rush out and spread down the hallways yelling freeze and stop. They made everyone stop, but didn't say anything. With the stopping came quite, and I heard a deep male voice boom through the silence "I SAID STOPPP". I stood there half freaked out and half excited to figure out what was going on for about three minutes. And then yells echoed through and were repeated... "All Clear". Any idea what was going on? Stephen

... off your shoes symbolically or literally matters little. What is important is that you are alive to the holy ground on which you stand and to the holy ground that you are." - Macrina Wiederkehr, Seasons of Your Heart "The Americans never walk. In winter too cold and in summer too hot." - J. B. Yeats "I can only meditate when I am walking. When I stop, I cease to think; my mind works only with my legs." - Jean Jacques Rousseau, Confessions "We shall not cease from ...

We arranged to meet the crazy Swedish guy (with the accordion on the pictures) outside of the Kodak Theatre, and we couldnt have chosen a worse place to meet up. The place was full of people watching a debate between Hillary and Obama, protesters agains torture and war, and a lot of police cars. It took us an hour to find a parking spot and we were hopelessly late, but we found him again playing the accordion down the road. It ...

... LA we went to Universal Studios. It only took 1/2 hour to drive there from our motel. We got there for 9am and went on the big rides including Jurassic Park, Back to the Future and the Mummy and we also went on the studio tour which was good - we went past the set of Desperate Housewives and CSI but didn't see any of the stars. We also saw the 3D Terminator and Shrek shows which were fun. It was a good day but the rides were a little ...

... my ultimate dream to rollerbalde along santa Monica Beach, so yes we decided to hire out blades. Little did i remember i hadnt been blading since i was in maybe year 5, good old Friday nights at skateworld! So, as unco-ordianted as i am, i ran into the park benches. twice. nice bruises on my shins and my buggered knee isnt so great anymore.... ah well, the things you do and prices you pay for your dreams hahah! That lasted half an hour ...

... and he was placed in the same car as I. In the back seat of the cop car, handcuffed and uncertain of my future, Paul slipped me a piece of paper which had a name and phone number on it. It was a man named Bubba who lived in Hawaii. Paul was heading out to the islands as soon as they released him. "You call that number!" he told me repeatedly as the police pulled him from the car. I slipped it into the lining of my boxers, where I knew they would not find it. I was then sent to ...