So Hallie and I were walking down the street outside a bar in San Diego to steal ornaments from this huge tree. This aussie convict starts up a conversation. We go to his hostel (we should have thought of the movie) and tell him we were not going to hook up with him and his friend. Oh, and they were bros. Sticker spangled hat and everything. Australia has bros. Who know.
So we leave when we find out that no, there isn't a party. The party is him, and his friend in his underwear. We meet other Australians (nice, legitimate ones) on the way out. I'm talking in a fake British accent I acquired from watching way too many #Charlieissocoollike videos, and originally started to fool the original Aussie bro. So they think I'm from Manchester, we go to steal ornaments, play all over the ice rink, have loads of fun, and walk back in the car.
I talked in a British accent for three hours.
God, I love being home.
photoshoot! With my friend David :) haha.
He made me stare into the sun for like 2384917409128374 hours like that in order to get the right shot
and here it is! lol :)
