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Week 16: Los Angeles

Lights, camera, promises to make you famous.

I've always loved strolling down Hollywood's Walk of Fame, with all the people holding pamphlets asking if you'd like to be an extra in a movie, audition for a potentially big role or see where famous people live.

I'd like to say I'm not drawn into the whole celebrity-spotting thing myself, but I admit I saw a few celebrities and immediately adopted the role of 'Undercover Agent Must-Get-A-Photo'. Yes, I know, where's my cool? To be fair though, I didn't go after them, they came to me – well, in a shared-the-same-physical-space-as-me sort of way. Because I'm so terrible at remembering names though, at one point I referred to someone as 'JUST SHOOT ME!' and another as 'SEX IN THE CITY!' Isn't it awful when you're not even a fan of a show but you get excited when you see people from it?

Celebrities aside, I'll tell you what's impressive about LA: the roads. SEVEN. LANES? SEVEN LANES? I'm only talking about lanes going in one direction by the way. On one of my trips in infamous LA traffic, I found myself on a freeway that spanned 14 lanes in total during one stretch. I think that's the size of my suburb at home. No joke.

LA is always an interesting place to visit, a place filled with too many talented people and too few movies/shows/songs for them to share. On the upside though, I'm not one of those people so my visit is purely for the theme parks.

Jumping for churros. Jumping for churros.

Spidey jazz hands. Spidey jazz hands.

True love. True love.

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