Je suis un pain! francois boulangier! je suis en Paris zzze city of luuuvvv. Keyboards here qre very French: everything at different locations AND IT IS DRIVING ME NUTS! Right, let me type out some stuff I wrote down in my agenda.

June 10
The night of leaving to Manchester. I have no idea what I am doing and what is going to happen. When will I be back in Holland? How long will I be where? Oh well.

June 12
So there you are in the business lounge. 22 years and scruffy looking and yes he is in the business lounge. I think I see old grey men filing complaints (haha hoi pap).

Oi oi oi I almost screwed up: I automatically went to sit down and wait at the 19:35 flight to Amsterdam. For clarification: this is thus not the 19:35 flight to PARIS. At the last boarding call for my actual flight I realized. I am now immortalized in Manchester as the not-so-elegantly-but-hey-hes-getting-there-pretty-fast-flying Dutchman.

In the plane. I spilled food. First time I care about spilling food on my clothes. Just because I will meet people that care about spilling food. I am changing already (ha! Thats double).

Right, I caught up now. Sorry if there is an abundance of spelling mistakes etc THIS KEYBOARD IS DRIVING ME NUTS. The castings here, there is no other way then to say it is crazy. Hundreds of men, boys and sometimes scarily feminine looking creatures are roaming the streets of Paris. Weirdest thing is: I am now part of this diverse yet not-so-diverse crowd. I want to tell so much more but this keyboard is slowing me down too much. I am still realistic: not expecting much, but now I must get one show (hehe just for my brother). Sunday to Milan for castings there. I walk around the whole (whoooole) day from address to address, to sometimes receive blunt rejections. But sometimes responses are really cool too. I dont know, just have no idea where I stand in this world, but no matter what happens; it has already taken me to amazing places, and has now dropped me in Paris. Amazing. Sharing a room with a crazy Ozzie. I see the lit up Sacre Coeur from my bed. What a life this is, WHAT A LIFE! Nothing is normal. I am tired blistered sweaty stinky maybe slightly confused/lost and absolutely loving it. Although geographically this might be an untruth, I am sitting on top of the world.