Okay, so it’s been around a week and a half since I touched down in LA. I’ve made a few observations and compared the USA to England a fair bit since that time. So far, it seems American people LOVE to eat and shop. That’s taken up the majority of my time; going to malls and cursing my family for not being rich because I can’t afford anything and eating out one of the gazillion fast food places littered around.

Eating out in England is a pretty easy thing to do because we have to little choice. There’s the typical fast food places like McDonalds, Burger King and KFC, the Indian and Chinese Takeaways and fish and chip shops on every corner and restaraunts where us poor students are too poor to even look at, let alone eat in. Over here, deciding where to eat is like taking a fucking exam. It hurts my brain.
There’s McDonalds, Wendys, Arbys, In n Out, Pizza Hut, Round Table, Chipotle, Pinkberrys, Wetzel’s Pretzels, Hotdog on a Stick, etc, etc.

These people LOVE to eat shit.

They got MEXICAN food. And it’s good. Really good! I think in the whole of England, there’s about 5 Mexican people. And two of them own Mexican restaraunts. And both these places are in Brighton, which is lucky. In fact, all the food here is good and bitch slaps any cuisine you’ll find in England. Chinese food? It tastes amazing, unlike that stock, preserved shit we get back home. Japanese food? EVERYWHERE. Japanese people? EVERYWHERE. And it’s cheap too. Sushi back home runs for about 25 pounds, here you can eat all you want for like $8. CRAZY!!!

People I’ve met who have been to England are always saying how the food is terrible and how much they miss the stuff from over here. I’ll be one of these people in two and a half weeks.

Transport.
Everyone drives. I was expecting big lights and a big deal, driving down LA but it’s really just big, wide open spaces with the occasional takeout place in between. The only walking I’ve done so far is around CostCo. Public transport doesn’t seem to exist, which makes shit quite difficult for me and I need to rely on my friends to be my babysitters/drivers all the time, which I’m sure they appreciate.

People?
FRIENDLY. I love the people here, they’re almost TOO friendly. Like they have a hidden agenda or some shit. You walk into a store and the people working there – strangely enough – seem HAPPY to see you. What the fuck? You make eye contact with someone as you walk past and they actually DON’T threaten to beat the shit out of you, but SMILE. Weird. It might be because of my British accent, I don’t know but the people here are very, very nice. More often than not they can’t understand me, but they seem to like that.

And I can’t stress this point enough: EVERYONE here is ridiculously good looking. I’ve never wanted to have sex with so many people in my life. Walking down through a mall, sitting down and eating in an Italian restaraunt, driving down the street; I always seem to want to throw off my clothes and get to work (sorry). In England, there’s some nice looking ladies. In America, the women make you die inside everytime you walk past them because you’ll never see them again. Like, WOW. Even the ugly chicks are good looking here. People tell me to see Vegas, the Golden Gate Bridge, Hollywood but the girls are way too distracting. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sexually frusturated in my entire life… I’ve only been to a strip club once, though.

So yeah, there’s a lot to eat, a lot to buy and a lot of lovely ladies to stalk.

The things I miss in Brighton are my friends, the clubs, the public transport (believe it or not), how wacky and busy it seems and actually making use of the motor functions in my legs. So far, I’d say if I had to take anything from America back with me, it would be the food and the people (mostly the women).