Ok, so my American friend Murph has now come to my rescue. I am using his laptop in my hotel room. He turned up here an hour ago with a whole backpack full of redbull, orange, vodka and beer. Carolina has gone out to meet someone in a bar so me and Murph are having a drink. Where was I?????
Oh yeah - so basically after turning up in Valencia and being stuck without a hotel room (standing on the street with our suitcases) we ended up doing alright! We got a 5 star hotel, we met Nicky Hayden (World Champ no less), we got exclusive invites to the end of season party and we have been fed and watered for the whole 5 days. I have now managed to get in touch with a few people from back home so all is sorted. I did feel a bit as if I had lost a leg but I am ok now. I'm over it.....
So, the Saturday night before the race me and Carolina ended up sleeping in a truck at the race track. I mean a proper dirty lorry! Ha ha. We knew that if we stayed at our hotel the night before the race (which was only 15 mins drive away), it would take us 3 hours to get back there in the morning so instead Murph let us sleep in a lorry. We packed an overnight bag so that we could get ready and then we got to "sleep" at about 3am. We didn't sleep mush as it was so uncomfortable and cramped but it was better than missing the race the next day. Plus, it was fun and an adventure - you know me - love a bit of excitement! Anything different to break up the boredom!!! Sunday morning we were woken up by all the boys from Ducatti rocking the lorry we were in. I honestly thought it was an earthquake and that we were all going to die. For the first time in my life I was frozen with fear and couldn't speak!! I thought "This is it! It's all over! I'm going to die in a smelly lorry in Valencia!" Luckily when I heard Murph laughing I realised what it really was and smacked them all round the head later on for terrifying the life out of me!
The day of the race we had soooooo mush fun. We managed to sneak into the media block (with mush swopping of passes) and we watched the race from directly above Rossi's garage. Like I was saying earlier; because Rossi's people were rude to us, I had said to Carolina "I bet he doesn't win!" and of course a few laps in he crashed. Good on him for picking the bike up and carrying on but I had my fingers crossed for Nicky after that as he had been so nice and I honestly thought he deserved it more. Right behind us during the race were a crowd of Americans screaming loudly for Nicky and after the race they went off to find him (turned out they knew him). We latched onto them telling them I was Nicky's long lost sister. Of course they knew I was lying but they were the best-looking and most fun boys we had seen all weekend. We knew that they would know how to party like us and we wanted to have some fun. We ended up staying with them and have been with them ever since. We 've all been hotel swopping (we've got three different hotels between us) and we have also had Murph and others stay at our hotel on the sofa bed (to give them a night off from the lorry floor).
The end of season party was wicked. It went on all night (although I think we left at about 5am). We danced our socks off (nothing new there then) and me and skunk boy had a giant dance-off battle that lasted about 5 hours. We found the RnB room and partied our arses off in there til we left. We have had so mush fun! Yesterday we went back to the track and watched a bit of the testing that was going on. We then went for dinner with all the Americans and ended doing the rounds of everyone's hotels for drinks. Considering my so-called "mate" dumped us here with nothing but the street to sleep on; I think we've done alright! Ha ha. In fact it's been better that we've had to fend for ourselves cos we have been able to make all the friends we wanted and party hard without worrying about what someone else wanted to do. Up until I had my phone stolen I had the best time ever!!! The race was electric and I have witnessed history (Rossi's title being taken away). I'm not gloating that he lost the championship cos I still think he's a legend but I'm just glad Hayden won cos I think he deserved it more and he's nice and his people are nice. Like I said: treat people the way you wanna be treated yourself cos what goes around comes around. I truly believe in Karma.
Oh... we also met a mega-famous footballer who plays for Brazil. Marcello or something?! He was really nice. We were supposed to go out for dinner with him and his friends tonight but of course there is no way of contacting them as I have had my phone stolen by peasant children. I think they actually were Borat's own kids... Ha ha. Borat's flesh and blood. Instead I am going to get drunk on the two bottles of vodka Murph has brought to our room and pass out and sleep until my flight tomorrow. I don't want to be here any more. I am missing Dancer 1 and 2 and I need to go and have some fun. No one speaks English here and most of the cool people have gone. I want to go and have a dance battle with the two dancers and I want to see my family and Paddy and Lyla. Valencia has been amazing and we have met the nicest people ever but I'm bored now and need to wreak havoc on Brentwood!! Being out here has made me realise (again) that I can do anything I want in life. The only person that can stop me doing what I want is me. I came here with nothing but my suitcase and I managed to watch the race from the best position on the track. I got photos with the new world champ. I met amazingly fun people and I have been well looked after. If I had thought about it I could have had my agent call ahead and arrange a suite for us and full VIP treatment but we have had sooooo mush more fun doing it this way.
The thing I have loved about it is making friends with people who didn't have a clue who I am or what I do for a living. These people just liked me for me. I know that sounds silly but in four years of being known I haven't met anyone who I think truly likes me for me. In the back of my head is always that worry that people are only my frriend (or want to be my friend) because of all the perks of my job. I'm not talking about my true mates here of course; I mean all the people I meet on my travels. I make friends everywhere I go as I am fun and bubbly and confiident; I just never know who actually likes me and who just wants a part of the fame thing (you'd be surprised how many do). For the first time in ages I have met people who just liked me as a person. We have all partied together and made each other laugh. It's been amazing. I almost felt like I did back at school when I used to get crushes on people. It's like a tingly excitement in my belly that someone actually LIKES me! Ha ha. I know you probably can't understand it; I was explaining it to Carolina last night and she knows fully what I mean. It's like I've been watched for the last four years. Everywhere you go people know your name. Some people are overly nice and some are vile and full of hatred but either way; everyone I meet thinks they already know me yet I know NOTHING about them. Of course, they don't really know the first thing about me (they just think they do cos I'm on TV so mush) but one thing remains consistent for me - even if I really like them - and that is my own head asking WHY do they wanna talk to me or be my friend?! Is it because they genuinely think I'm a nice person or is it because I am on TV and in magazines?! Probably I shouldn't even torture myself with thinking about it but that is the curse of having a brain and driving yourself mad by thinking too deeply! This weekend (the same as meeting Fit Barman in Cyprus) I have met people who liked me just for me and who wanted to party with me. They haven't got a clue what life is like for me in the UK and they don't know how hard I have it either (in terms of how bitter and hating people are in England and also in terms of desperately just wanting to have fun but never being able to trust people - great example of that being that Ben and Dawn, or at least one of them, sold a story on me the other week to the Sun newspaper that wasn't even true! - I'll tell you all about that when I get home cos I have a few things to say about that as you can imagine!). Hell I just wanna have fun every day for the rest of my life. I don't want to be lying on my death bed saying "I wish I'd had the balls to do that" or whatever. I want to experience everything life has to offer (with the exception of drugs, anything illegal or terribly wrong). I want to live every day like it's my last and I want to party harder than anyone. I don't ever want to be scared of anything. I want to make the most of everything in front of me and take every opportunity that comes my way. You don't get anywhere in life by sitting on your arse being lazy and you don't get anywhere by being bitter or hating. I love my life and I love my friends and family. Every day I am grateful for all the things I have and this weekend I am grateful for meeting some really cool people. I can do anything I want and I will. I've just read the book "Veronika decides to die" by Paulo Coelho. Emily Dubberley recommended it to me. It didn't do a lot for me as the whole point of the book is to make the reader realise that you shouldn't be scared of trying anything in life and I already know this but I would highly recommend it to anyone who is scared to do anything different or who needs a kick up the arse. It's great and says all the things that I say on here over and over again. It's about daring to do what you want to do in life and not letting anything or anyone hold you back.
So I know I'm waffling now and I don't want to bore you... I'm going to leave you. Carolina is back now and Murph is trying to persuade us to go out clubbing. Sorry if there's loads of spelling and/or grammar mistakes in this but A) I don't have spell checker on here B) I'm not going to read it back and check it and C) I have typed the whole thing with the loudest rock music blaring out (Murph's choice) - it hasn't been easy!!!!
Loads of love Jodie x x x
P.S The biggest risk in life is not taking one...
P.P.S Remember kids - it's not cool to steal. It messes with people's lives and people who steal are scumbags who will live and die in the gutter. Don't be one of those people. Stealing from someone is the lowest thing you can do (with selling stories being the second lowest! Ha ha). I'm over the loss of my phone but those kids will always be scumbags.
P.P.P.S I can't wait to come home!!!! Andy - get your dancing shoes on - we're going out!! It is a nice..... you are lovely..... in my country we have kids who take your phone.......
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