The topic I often think about, but rarely actually mention out loud.
Relocation. Moving. Borrowing my parents truck to cart down all my crap.
A move to LA is necessary. I tentatively brought up the subject with the Lawyer BF today. Mostly to affirm some kind of consistency in our thinking.
The Lawyer BF becomes an official Lawyer in May. The Lawyer BF will be looking for a job. Without a doubt the Lawyer BF will have to move... somewhere.
He once mentioned the possibility of moving out of state. My response? Have fun. I'll miss you. Send me a cute postcard.
My comfort zone is clearly marked between the Inland Empire and San Luis Obispo, within 150 miles of the beach. Even if I was lobotomised, I'd still put up a fight before moving outside of it. I had a boyfriend move to San Diego once. We broke up.
This conversation went better. His network (i.e. law school classmates) is solely based in LA.
My network (i.e. random HS and college acquaintances who have moved on the pursue acting as a career) is in LA. My friends are there, a few family members are scattered around. His Nana's there. It's where we need to be.
And we'll be there by the end of June.
Okay, so technically, SB/ Ventura isn't that far away. But really, it is. I find myself looking and student film breakdowns and cringing about the drive. How nice will it be to worry about it less?
Bring on the shitty apartment.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Busy Bee
I've been swamped lately.
I've got school and work, and the constant need to touch and poke at my first finished screenplay, even though I deemed it complete two weeks ago.
I can't get it out of my head.
I'm working to re-build up my cash reserve. You know, the money i had reserved for headshots and my first commercial class? It's about two thirds gone. Thank you new tires, insurance bills and entry fees.
My dentist's daughter had a baby and now he can't see me until the first week of April. I get it, you're a grandpa for the first time, and I'm not critical here, but I kind of look funky when I smile and I only need like a half hour of your time. It's getting kind of ridiculous. I'd go somewhere else, but they wouldn't do anything without an exam first, and then I'd need to reschedule for the actual fixing of the problem. In the end I'd end up waiting around more. Then there's the come down period. last time I was swollen for like ten days....
Which means I won't have my smile until April 18th.
That's a long time to replace a smile with a head nod to people. Seriously. I'm beginning to feel like I'm not me anymore. I'm being a bitch to everyone who comments on my lack of smile at work, which, in customer service is like every twentieth person.
The next few weeks are packed. I've got finals as well as B-day celebrations for the Lawyer BF and a close HS friend.
I'm exhausted. It's so much harder to wake up when it's still dark. And running in the dark is unsafe. This is what I told myself at 6:30 this morning. That by getting out of bed I was basically dooming myself for a one on one meeting with some rednecks junky pickup. If I get taken out, it will be by a piece of crap.
In fact, when I was fifteen I did have a face to face encounter with a motor vehicle, and the thing was a total junker. And to make matters worse, I didn't even leave a dent in the thing.
With my new cable set up I get half hour previews of a bunch of different workout programs. Friday was belly dancing. Yesterday was ten minutes to tone, which actually lasted 24 minutes. So I can exercise without the threat of being mowed down. Today I'm just focusing on staying upright. I love gaining an hour, I hate losing it.
I got in Battle: Los Angeles last night. I loved it. I absolutely loved it. In general I try to support everything Taylor Handley does. He's local (as in my home town local), and I swear he's not nearly as much of a d-bag as he sometimes comes across. The movie was everything I look for in an alien-y flick. Catch it if you get a chance.
I've got school and work, and the constant need to touch and poke at my first finished screenplay, even though I deemed it complete two weeks ago.
I can't get it out of my head.
I'm working to re-build up my cash reserve. You know, the money i had reserved for headshots and my first commercial class? It's about two thirds gone. Thank you new tires, insurance bills and entry fees.
My dentist's daughter had a baby and now he can't see me until the first week of April. I get it, you're a grandpa for the first time, and I'm not critical here, but I kind of look funky when I smile and I only need like a half hour of your time. It's getting kind of ridiculous. I'd go somewhere else, but they wouldn't do anything without an exam first, and then I'd need to reschedule for the actual fixing of the problem. In the end I'd end up waiting around more. Then there's the come down period. last time I was swollen for like ten days....
Which means I won't have my smile until April 18th.
That's a long time to replace a smile with a head nod to people. Seriously. I'm beginning to feel like I'm not me anymore. I'm being a bitch to everyone who comments on my lack of smile at work, which, in customer service is like every twentieth person.
The next few weeks are packed. I've got finals as well as B-day celebrations for the Lawyer BF and a close HS friend.
I'm exhausted. It's so much harder to wake up when it's still dark. And running in the dark is unsafe. This is what I told myself at 6:30 this morning. That by getting out of bed I was basically dooming myself for a one on one meeting with some rednecks junky pickup. If I get taken out, it will be by a piece of crap.
In fact, when I was fifteen I did have a face to face encounter with a motor vehicle, and the thing was a total junker. And to make matters worse, I didn't even leave a dent in the thing.
With my new cable set up I get half hour previews of a bunch of different workout programs. Friday was belly dancing. Yesterday was ten minutes to tone, which actually lasted 24 minutes. So I can exercise without the threat of being mowed down. Today I'm just focusing on staying upright. I love gaining an hour, I hate losing it.
I got in Battle: Los Angeles last night. I loved it. I absolutely loved it. In general I try to support everything Taylor Handley does. He's local (as in my home town local), and I swear he's not nearly as much of a d-bag as he sometimes comes across. The movie was everything I look for in an alien-y flick. Catch it if you get a chance.
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