She told me that “it’s cool” and “it’s alright,” but she has no idea what she set herself up for.

Okay, I’ll admit it… I’m a bit scared that a project I’ve invested countless hours, energy and personal emotions into might just turn into a corporate disaster that we were all waiting to watch.

I’m left to hope that he gets his act together and proves us wrong.

Delivered Project: Jacks Mannequin “The Making Of…The Glass Passenger”

Current Project: Josiah Leming Documentary outline

To Do:
-Get pictures from London developed
-Get a haircut
-Go to the bank
-Send out citation check
-Look for apartments in Boston
-Deliver releases from trip

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The concept of “politically correct” behavior comes into play for me far too often nowadays, so I’m going to loosen up a bit and hope that my friends that read my blog won’t be the ones to rat me out…

I’m always told that I have the maturity of someone twice my age, the job of a college graduate, or the eye of an experienced photographer. Until recently, I didn’t understand the pressure that was placed upon myself because of these comments. The thought of living up to something that I’m teaching myself to be is wonderful, but I’m not quite fit for the shoes yet.

I’m nineteen and still interested in exploring. So the adventure began last Saturday night. After almost missing the entire Duke Spirit show at the Somerset House in London and a failed attempt at clubbing, we went back to the hotel and decided to get on a bus and go to a more lively part of town. On the bus, we were recognized as the heroic figures of MGMT and started some sort of Harold and Kumar adventure with drunk strangers that approached us.

Around three o’clock am, we achieved our first goal and ended up at Waterloo. We walked from Waterloo to the London Eye, hopped the fence to the river Thames, gave the Parliament some piece of mind and listened to Big Ben’s deep chime at the conclusion of every hour. The sun came up shortly after casting shadows and a photographic mirror image of the buildings on the river. The drunken lads started to disturb us, so we left them to take a cab back to the hotel around six-thirty am in time to make it back before the tourists came out.

Now, don’t get me wrong – I have no interest in living my life as a “immature kid,” but there is some exploration that is necessary for growth and I feel like I forced myself to skip past it years ago. It is fulfilling to experience some life every now and then.

Cheers to nineteen, cheers to Boston, and everything to come!

The two drunks, Josiah and myself in front of the London Eye.

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There is a constant drumbeat that has been playing in the back of my head. It seems to force me to keep on going. I’m not sure what that means. Some how I survived shooting The Duke Spirit show on the night that I got back, stopped by the Warner Bros. office and have been working with Perry to deliver a video by Wednesday.

Anyways, I’m back in Los Angeles and I’m already working far too many hours a day. I’m having London withdrawals and miss the around-the-clock company, thrill and excitement of such a wonderful experience/adventure. I’ll update when I have a moment to organize my thoughts and formulate complete sentences.

My mothers getting older and she watched colder winters as we age,
Who does she belong to?
I bet she’s tired, bet she’s seen too much.
I’m tired, you know I’ve seen too much.
I’m tired, I’ve seen too much.

the london eye, waterloo, big ben, the parliament…

Josiah Leming in Studio One. 7.11.08.