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Well, after having a quite eventful experience with lost and mishandled luggage, I've finally arrived. Remind me to never use those airlines again.

I haven't been out in LA for so long, so to fix that I took up one of my friend's offer and went to this club with her        and as soon as she ditched me to get all up on some random dude with this really not proportional or flattering beard, a fuckton of guys decided to try to get me to go back to their parents’ deserted “mansion” with them. I mean, after a long day, I wasn’t all that into it. So hey, here's a tip from me: if a boy or anyone asks you to give them your number, text REDCROSS to 90999, and he’ll donate 10 dollars to victims of a natural disaster. Red Cross just got about an extra 100 dollars last night        not including the boys that tried numerous times to get a reply from “me.”

I'm warning everyone right now that I am severely jetlagged, so sorry if I talk too much. But I might have had one of the most stellar last day's at back home yesterday, I’m still buzzin’ from it. And, m’sure you’re wondering why, or probably not, but I’m telling ya anyway, I promise it’s worth it.      So, yesterday my family, and by family I mean like 40 people, hosted this goodbye party of sorts before I came on here, and two of my little, very little, cousins walked into the dinning room where I was, just tuning the piano because a lady was coming to play, and, well, it was my piano and it's a 'lil rough around the edges so she wouldn't manage to get it right and, it was the last day with my piano for a while.Nevertheless, one of them was about five years old, while the other was still just a toddler, who I noticed kept swaying back and forth each time I hit the keys when I started playing Ludovico Einaudi’s Primavera for them. And it was just so endearing to watch. The eldest would peak over the keys and question how I played and how it was possible. Saying, and I quote, "Is that magic coming from the tips of your fingers?" And he kept telling me how good I was, and the little one would try and clap to the melody with this huge grin.       It just reminded me of how music is so beyond comprehension, that it just resonates with us so much; it even seems almost biological or instinctive to react to it, y’know?     I also then asked the smallest one what his name was, and he answered "One." but with so much conviction, guys I swear that for a second I thought it was a legit reply to my question. And, yeah, I just like kids, a lot.      How was your day?

Conan raised his head at the sound of someone entering the room, dragging his eyes away from the notebook he'd been worrying between his fingers to shoot them a smile. "What's the craic?" He asked, his words slightly muffled around the pen gripped between his teeth.

So I kind of got a tattoo...

Ugh why do I always have the most awkward experiences on elevators. On one ride I walked in on people wanting to hook-up, accidentally thought a women was pregnant, and mistook a women for a man. Than the elevator broke down.

Do you ever think like where would you be and what would you be doing if you weren't asked to come to LA? Kind of a scary thought.