Oh boy!! The 4th move in the last 6 months is nearing completion. Sweet relief. Let's all keep our fingers crossed that this one sticks for a bit. I don't think that my complexion can take any more stress. I've done this one almost entirely on my own with the assistance of professional movers. Just need a man to help me hang a bitch of a floating shelf. Luckily, I have one lined up. And he comes with his own drill. Hopefully he can also repair the mess I've made of the drapery rod in the living room. After two whole days of living on my own, I think it's safe to say that I enjoy it. I am slightly neurotic so once all unpacking is finished and photos are on the walls, I believe I will be able to take it down a notch. I'm going to purchase a new television set this evening after work. I tried to do that last night, but, apparently, Best Buy doesn't think that I deserve 18 months of no interest financing. This begs the questions - Who do they think they are? As a show of spite, I was going to make my electronics purchase elsewhere, but it turns out, they have the best deals I can find right now, so I have to go back there. Make a note - if you are going to move and buy a new TV, ignore common sense and buy the TV first before your credit gets checked a bunch of times. I suppose this doesn't apply to people who have loads of cash to throw around, but if you enjoy using credit as much as I do, you'll heed this advice. Long story endless, ideally the new digs will be in complete working order in approximately 1-1 1/2 weeks, depending on several variables.
Here's something weird - prior to moving in to this new place, I learned that it is actually the former apartment of a friend who recently moved to Boston. Crazy! I had no idea it was her old place when I looked at it, but when I described it to one of our mutual friends, he said - I think that's Tracy's old place. And via Facebook, it was confirmed that it indeed was. Love it.
Last night Catherine and Chad came over and craved pumpkins. I observed. Chad is some kind of jack-o-lantern savant. He didn't even use a pencil to outline first! Amazing. Further evidence that he is the perfect man.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Rainy day
It's been raining in LA for the past few days. Apparently what constitutes normal weather in most places causes catastrophic disaster here. I would estimate that it rained about two inches. People were running their cars into one another, roofs were caving in, events were canceled, no one actually did anything productive. If the big one ever hits, we are going to be the first ones to go. We can't function IN THE RAIN. This does not bode well. I understand that mudslides are a concern, but beyond that, this city needs to get a grip. Granted, it has been so long since I turned my windshield wipers on, I forgot where they were, but it only took me about 10 seconds to figure it out. I saw 3 car accidents during my commute today which took about twice as long as usual each way.
I'm about to sign a lease on a new apartment. I don't know if I can stay with these people for another year. Soft, spoiled, envious. Those are the words I would use to describe this place. I have never been one to be too materialistic, but in the course of looking for this new apartment, the shift officially took place. For some reason, I feel as though I deserve to live in a 4 bedroom house overlooking the ocean with palm trees outside my bedroom window and a wrap around deck. Why doesn't my $1200 a month get me that? I feel like I've been cheated in some way.
My very kind new landlady was giving me a tour of the apartment and she told me that she has a few tenants who have lived there for over a decade. I think she meant this to be a selling point. So, although this apartment has hardwood floors and a little balcony and is on the top floor and has a gated parking space and plenty of room for all my furniture and pink tiles in the bathroom, I have been focusing on the fact that I may end up living in a little one bedroom apartment by myself in West Hollywood for the rest of my life. I can't even be a cat lady as the building does not allow pets. Maybe I could be the hamster lady. My living room could just be filled with those plastic yellow tubes and they could run around all day.
This is what 2 inches of rain after 8 months of sunshine does to you. This is what LA does. It gives you just enough to want more and not enough to feel comfortable.
I'm about to sign a lease on a new apartment. I don't know if I can stay with these people for another year. Soft, spoiled, envious. Those are the words I would use to describe this place. I have never been one to be too materialistic, but in the course of looking for this new apartment, the shift officially took place. For some reason, I feel as though I deserve to live in a 4 bedroom house overlooking the ocean with palm trees outside my bedroom window and a wrap around deck. Why doesn't my $1200 a month get me that? I feel like I've been cheated in some way.
My very kind new landlady was giving me a tour of the apartment and she told me that she has a few tenants who have lived there for over a decade. I think she meant this to be a selling point. So, although this apartment has hardwood floors and a little balcony and is on the top floor and has a gated parking space and plenty of room for all my furniture and pink tiles in the bathroom, I have been focusing on the fact that I may end up living in a little one bedroom apartment by myself in West Hollywood for the rest of my life. I can't even be a cat lady as the building does not allow pets. Maybe I could be the hamster lady. My living room could just be filled with those plastic yellow tubes and they could run around all day.
This is what 2 inches of rain after 8 months of sunshine does to you. This is what LA does. It gives you just enough to want more and not enough to feel comfortable.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Terrible Headshots - Vol. 1
If one of your friends shows you a headshot that looks anything like either of these and asks you what you think - please, be a friend, tell them the truth.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Yoga and Chinese
I have the overwhelming urge to have spaghettios for lunch. But, I'm not going to do it as I am supposed to be on this diet for at least 30 days. I think I'm only on day 14 or so and I fucked it up a bit this weekend already. Have to get back on track. I have been going to yoga classes at Golden Bridge for the past few weeks. My lovely friend went with me yesterday and made the astute observation that the people there are "really into it." Seriously, they are REALLY into it. There's lots of turbans and tapestry going on. I do feel great after the classes, though, so they must be onto something. Unfortunately, yesterday's yoga class was followed by doing nothing all day then ordering Chinese food. Geez. Nope, nope, nope. Try again.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Bank doors and cigarettes
I recently visited a T.G.I.Fridays in Ventura, California. In addition to listening to the staff sing happy birthday to FOUR different tables, I was forced to learn the calorie counts for all of their food which they have chosen to display all OVER that menu. That is not information that I can un-know. That may have been what started my shitty week. No one wants to know that there are 1,600 calories in a salad with chicken on it!
I have taken to sneaking cigarette breaks during work and then spraying myself down with body spray in order to disguise the fact that I am smoking. Very grown up. But, I did have a legitimate reason to be downstairs yesterday, as I also needed to make a deposit at the bank in the lobby. I walked inside from my smoking tryst and there was a police officer talking to the security guard at the front desk. The bank, which has apparently been held up multiple times, has bullet proof security doors that you have to enter one person at a time. The combination of those two facts and the way I was feeling (crazy),led me to fantasize about grabbing the officer's gun out of his holster and shooting the hell out of those bank doors. Then I thought about what the consequences of those actions would be. Clearly, I would have been arrested. I also might have accidentally killed someone. I'd go to jail and even if I only caused property damage, it probably would have been more trouble than it's worth. So, I didn't do it. I just made the deposit and went back to my desk.
I have taken to sneaking cigarette breaks during work and then spraying myself down with body spray in order to disguise the fact that I am smoking. Very grown up. But, I did have a legitimate reason to be downstairs yesterday, as I also needed to make a deposit at the bank in the lobby. I walked inside from my smoking tryst and there was a police officer talking to the security guard at the front desk. The bank, which has apparently been held up multiple times, has bullet proof security doors that you have to enter one person at a time. The combination of those two facts and the way I was feeling (crazy),led me to fantasize about grabbing the officer's gun out of his holster and shooting the hell out of those bank doors. Then I thought about what the consequences of those actions would be. Clearly, I would have been arrested. I also might have accidentally killed someone. I'd go to jail and even if I only caused property damage, it probably would have been more trouble than it's worth. So, I didn't do it. I just made the deposit and went back to my desk.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tools
I'm trying to be a better person today. That used to be my new years resolution every year. Then I worked at a rehab center where they made me run groups about goal setting during which I was informed that goals/resolutions should be reasonable and measurable in order to insure success. Well, as far as I know, most of those people are still using Medicaid to pay for their living expenses and I haven't really gotten much done. Though I suppose the key is to stick with it. One of my teachers in middle school, probably the weirdest teacher I've ever had - I can't remember her name, but I think it will come to me - always said, "Organization is the key to success." As you may know from previous entries, sticking with goals is not one of my fortes. Goals and organization. Today I started a calendar on iGoogle after I decided it was a good idea to get on a scale this morning. Why in the hell would I do that first thing on Monday morning? What an idiot. It pretty much ruined my entire day and sent me down a mental spiral that ended with the consumption of an entire bar of no-carb chocolate, a decision which is sure to have unexpected consequences. So, the iGoogle thing is the latest addition to my tools for goal reaching and organizational success. I have A LOT of tools. In what I believe was an attempt to disguise my utter lack of physical preparedness for yoga class, I decided to buy the most expensive yoga mat known to man. It is REALLY nice, though. I did go to a hatha yoga (translation - not crazy power yoga) class on Saturday and found it to be most enjoyable. The instructor started class by asking us if any of were feeling angry because she was getting that vibe. She claimed to be able to read our auras. I kind of loved her. I will go again next weekend. TOOLS! So many tools. I don't have any concrete goals yet, per se, but I am in the process of amassing such an enormous arsenal of weaponry in preparation for my impending mental/physical/spiritual Armageddon, that my pathetic past/present self doesn't really stand a chance. Sadly, the element of surprise has been lost.
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