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Promoting in Europe. I'm supposed to be getting rest now so I can look "fresh" again tomorrow. I'm going to miss the 4th of July in the States. No drinking, debauchery, and fireworks. I guess I'll just have to settle for making promoting a little more wild than usual. I wish I could be in the country I love for Independence Day, and for PR (didn't say that), in case I do end up running for governor of CA. I still haven't decided on that. I keep going back and forth. I'd love be governor of California... as I once said, I would rather be the governor of California than own my homeland of Austria, I'm just not positive that it's something I'm ready to do. I'm not finished acting. There are projects and opportunities still open that I want to pursue, and if I was governor, I'd want to devote my whole attention to the people. There's no halfway about it. I want to do it all the way, or not at all.
Today, when Kristanna, Nick, and I were busy with PR activities and photo shoots, a child that must have been six or seven years old approached me and asked "Mr. Schwarzenegger?" I smiled at the child and took the T3 magazine that he was holding and signed it for him, and he then asked if he could ask a question. "Sure, go ahead," I told him. He proceeded to ask me why an old man was doing the Terminator, that his grandfather was as old as me. Completely unexpected question, and I hid my shock and laughed, telling the young boy that the Terminator doesn't age. The youngster frowned in confusion and shot back with something along the lines of "Well, he looks older."
Between afternoon and evening PR, I fell asleep for a thirty-minute nap, and had a dream about critics and crowds shouting at me: "Leave the stunts to Keanu, old man!" I think it's a sense of worry. I know I'm aging. Aged, even. I don't plan to let that affect my career and come between me and what I love anytime soon. I hate my subconscious.
Today, when Kristanna, Nick, and I were busy with PR activities and photo shoots, a child that must have been six or seven years old approached me and asked "Mr. Schwarzenegger?" I smiled at the child and took the T3 magazine that he was holding and signed it for him, and he then asked if he could ask a question. "Sure, go ahead," I told him. He proceeded to ask me why an old man was doing the Terminator, that his grandfather was as old as me. Completely unexpected question, and I hid my shock and laughed, telling the young boy that the Terminator doesn't age. The youngster frowned in confusion and shot back with something along the lines of "Well, he looks older."
Between afternoon and evening PR, I fell asleep for a thirty-minute nap, and had a dream about critics and crowds shouting at me: "Leave the stunts to Keanu, old man!" I think it's a sense of worry. I know I'm aging. Aged, even. I don't plan to let that affect my career and come between me and what I love anytime soon. I hate my subconscious.