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From right now—last night Shades invited me out to see his friends perform readings of some sitcom pilots. The first was decent enough, but the end ones were so god awful. One writer was there and he laughed a wee bit too hard at his own jokes. – It was very fun though and thereafter we went out because he wanted a brownie. Before I had left, So. Africa had called on the phone, but since I had to leave, I told him I would call back after. Shades and I finished up late, after midnight, but still, I texted So. Africa. Are you still awake?
The answer came, “Of course.”
So I started talking to him on the phone. We just talked on and on, playing the question game we like to play and somehow—I don’t know how, but after a certain hour you get really rummy. I know it’s my equivalent of being drunk, even though I have never been drunk before. But we started talking about that one conversation back at the beginning of the summer. Suddenly, he would say things like, “well, you made it very clear and that was that.”
ME: What did I make clear?
SOAF: You know.
ME: What?
SOAF: Oh please don’t, it was too hard the first time. I can’t say anything again.
Finally, I say, “You know I never said no to you, right? I told you everything I did because I was dumb and naïve and inexperienced… not because I was saying no to you.”
There was complete silence on the other end, then: “Really?”
ME: I really like you.
There was more silence from a very shocked So. Africa.
SOAF: I never thought we would be talking about this tonight. I—I can’t say important things over the phone, can I come where you are?
At this point it was 5:30 AM, and I said, “sure.”
I ran out to the street in my jammies and paced and paced. My heart was about to explode out of my chest and I thought for sure I would be sick. Finally, his car came out and I ran up to it and said, “Well, we all need movie moments, don’t we? We can put this in our features.” He came out and gave me a hug.
Then we sat on a little brick wall right there and… didn’t talk about much of anything, anything. He told me stories. I would tell him I was very nervous.
SOAF: What are you nervous about?
ME: Can I still sit in my chair in class?
SOAF: I’m not going to come and sit next to you, don’t worry. It’s all going to be just the same, but better.
ME: I like same and better. Best of both worlds.
I would poke at the air, making little tiny steps.
ME: If you want we can put all this in a file folder and save it for October.
SOAF: Are you kidding? This is all I have wanted for the past year.
ME: It all has to be very slow.
SOAF: So, I guess we’re taking it slow.
ME: THAT’S TOO FAST.
I am so confused right now, I don’t think anyone, beyond MY ENTIRE LIVEJOURNAL, needs to know any of this business.
ME: I don’t think the whole world needs to know anything.
SOAF: Even Glinda?
ME: She doesn’t count!
(P.S. Yes, she has already been told).
I haven’t written up the entry about WP harassing me, have I? Teasing, I mean. Well I was talking about him as well:
ME: No, he’s yoooooooooooung. He’s one of the youngest ones.*
SOAF: You know I am still older than you, right?
ME: Doesn’t that make you worried?!
SOAF: How about I wait and you catch up and we can go from there.
ME: Oh, good then we can wait until after graduation.
SOAF: Oh no, this is going to be the longest year ever.
*A year younger than I am.
I was so tired, I had my head on his knee and I fell asleep. I woke up when someone pulled over and wanted to know if everything was all right!
I finally lifted my head. The whole time I had been hiding my face. When I did, he said, “Ah, there’s your face.”
ME: Oh no, no.
And I hid again.
Finally, I said I had to go. It was past 9 AM and I have been up for a solid 24 hours. I gave him a hug and went in through my gate, then I moved through my courtyard, all the way out the front, right back down the stairs, to the block and I ran all the way around to where his car was again. He stopped in the street because he saw me and got out all over again. I gave him one more hug and said not to worry, but it was still time for me to go. I said he could walk to the end of the block if he wanted. So he said, “I’ll take it.” We got to my stairs and I stood up two steps so I could be his height and gave him another hug.
SOAF: My height.
ME: Hey, that works so much better.
The I asked, “Do you want to do a second draft of that scene? I think we could make it cleaner.” He just said, "I have to make sure I am actually awake and this isn't complete and utter wish fulfillment first."
Then went into my apartment for real and proceeded to have a HEART attack.
I have no idea what is going on!
CRIES.
suddenly i was @ 05:39 pm
(no feathers)
tuesday, august 22, 2006
First, my site has a new layout, the first in 2.5 years. All new art, find writing samples, everything is new. Let me know if anything is bust. Likewise, if anyone knows a bit of code to take off scroll bars (which isn’t a 100% frame or popup window) drop a comment.
Today I did something which made me really proud and happy. Glinda and I met up with two new first years, just coming to AFI. One girl, who I talked with over email from India and a guy from Korea, both about my age just out of undergraduate.
We met up with them and talked for hours. We took them to a café and I was really happy I could buy them both their treats from the counter as to properly represent not only my discipline, but my country. We sat on cushions and answered all their questions, told them all the advice we could give—the good parts of AFI, the bad, who to avoid, who to look out for. We told them over and over to not be afraid, since it all seems very intimidating. We told them to watch I. give his opening speech because he is brilliant. They asked about comedy and we told them two names: Shades and So. Union. We gave them a list of the good cycles and then the worst, worst ones (my first one made that list!). Both were writers so I told them to tell me who their second year advisors end up being because if they are someone I know (and uh, chances they are) I will make sure they are taken care of. Basically everything I wish a second year could have told me last year. My second year advisor never came and found me so I didn’t have anyone. When the new class came in I was determined to be different, this is why I am so glad to have bought two people, new to this school AND this country, coffee and treats. It’s going to be hard, but they don’t have to do it alone and let’s get them on the right foot!
They were so scared because they had heard all the rumors how classes (that is the group of people) are full of nasty sharks out for themselves. I have heard this too—but we told them not to worry because our class is different, even teachers have noticed. We all get along very well. I was even happy to know Random Guy and his roommate went through with what everyone was talking about all summer and planned a party for both classes at AFI. All of us, the new second years and all the incoming first years. That made me so proud of our class. The people above us were a very nasty class we never saw them. I hope the party can usher in a new vibe for future classes. If we are nice and open, maybe those below our year will be too and they will pass it on the next… so on.
AFI Class of 2007, YOU MAKE ME PROUD to be a part of you. You are good.
Finally we left and the newbies asked if they could call us when they got too stressed and we said “of course!”
suddenly i was @ 05:18 am
(no feathers)
monday, august 21, 2006
First, thank you all for your comments on my last entry. I haven’t even read them yet… I know I can’t look or I will start crying. I’m sorry again, that entry was so dramatic, it was just minutes after I hung up with my mom and I was crying so hard and I literally thought my heart was going to break in half. I love my Zoë and I always will. Her name meant full of life and she was, right up until her last moment.Since, I have been trying to surround myself with goodness. The day of Zoë, I cried, of course, then I went on a really long walk and called So. Africa. There are about three people in the universe I can talk to for hours on end and they have the unique ability to make me feel better by just talking about nothing. They are raedance of livejournal, my friend JenJen and So. Africa. Very good people! Well, since the first two were still working, I called So. Africa and he did make me feel better.
The next day I went to see Little Miss Sunshine with So. Africa and Glinda. Have you guys seen that movie? I don’t know if I was in the need for a laugh, but it was wonderful. One of the best movies I have seen in a long time. I loved every moment and was delighted when not once in my viewing did I think about how things were done. The one curse of learning screenwriting is you NEVER view movies the same. You’re always thinking, “how did this look on the page,” “did they write that or was that the actor,” “I wonder what page they are on…” When I get into a movie where none of those thoughts drift into mind, not only is such a rare occasion, I really, profoundly enjoy the film.
There story was about a dysfunctional, quirky family trying to get the youngest girl to a beauty pageant. I liked the quirkiness, because it didn’t seem like quirky for quirkiness’ sake. I loved it. Please see it guys. I gave up my Snakes on a Place ticket for it and don’t regret my decision at all.
I think the best moment was when a character in the film tells another to not listen to something so depressing but to listen to the TV instead—where upon he turns on the television and it’s Bush giving a speech. Glinda and I laughed so hard and so loud and—we were the only ones. You could have heard a pin drop then: BWAHAA, Glinda and I.
It was so embarrassing. He bent over and giggled into our hands and So. Africa started laughing because A. obviously he witnessed the whole ordeal B. we were behaving silly…ly.
After the movie we went to a nice Bohemian café which So. Africa likes. Those two are such fantastic company, both are quiet in ways but so GOOD. I can’t describe it really. You know how you can tell someone is a good person, not even by what they say or do, but just by the quality of their character? I don’t want to go hippie on anyone and it’s not like I can “see the colours,” but like an aura in a way. Both of those people are profoundly GOOD people. Good souls.
Anyhow, we had out tea and salads and called it an evening.
Today was amazing. It was the hike to the Bat Cave.
NANANANANANANANA- Batman!
I sent out an email early in the week announcing this and Shades wrote back claiming, “I’M BATMAN WHEN WE GET THERE” which lead the rest of us to choose roles. In case you ever needed further characterizations of my friends, the break down was like this:
SHADES: Batman
RANDOM GUY: Robin
SUNBURN: Alfred
SO. UNION: The Joker
The three girls didn’t choose—I told Glinda she should be Cat Woman, Madonna Lass didn’t seem interested. I think I was eventually nominated to be Poison Ivy, but right before the hike, Shades said we could make up a character so I said I would be Red Velvet.
Which—leads, of course, to another brill anecdote.
In this same email we were claiming characters, I said I would make Red Velvet cake for everyone, thus my made up character’s name.
Why?
Who knows. It was dumb, I’ve never made it before and the recipe is difficult. I went to the store and bought so many ingredients and started at about 6ish? Making it. I ran into a problem early on when the batter was decidedly pink, not deep red. I made an emergency run to the store in my happy clothes—braless, the whole nine yards. I got another vat of red dye and came home and continued to bake.
The batter seemed off to me somehow. I knew it wasn’t much about the taste, it’s the texture that is a big deal with Red Velvet, but I wasn’t happy with it at all. I baked it and it didn’t rise and I was more angry. I tried some and it was ok—the taste was right, but I thought it really dry. I was really cross and even tried to ice it before it really cooled because I was angry and then just decided I could never present that monstrosity to company. I picked up the platter and began marching it to the trash when I tilted it a bit too much to one side and SPLAT.
Any dream of a Red Velvet cake looked more like the blood pool the one girl rose out of in “The Decent” on the ground.
VERY cross. Went right up to the dumpster with fists full of cake and chucked it in. I stomped back to my apt, only to find I had locked myself out!
At this point I’m covered in redness and look like Carrie but less prom and more in jammie. I went around back and discovered—YES. Just how easy it is to break into my place. I popped the screen and stumbled in, all the while praying no neigh would come up asking me to explain what the hell I was doing – and is that frosting in your hair?
Anyhow, I called Glinda for counsel. I told her I was angry I worked hard and had nothing to show for it and wanted to know if I should make another cake.
She said yes, so I was BACK to the store again to replenish eggs and such and then I ended up making a black fudge cake, which I frosted with cream cheese frosting and garnished with strawberries, white chocolate and white icing flowers.
ANYHOW. Back to the hike.
We had a big group today—ALL the regulars: So. Union, Shades, Glinda, Sunburn and myself plus our two newest add-ons: Madonna Lass and Random Guy. As I mentioned, the big goal was to hike to the Bat Cave used in the 1960’s Adam West series. We stepped out and started heading up and up. It became a joke, because we knew we had obviously missed the spot, so Shades said, “I’ll ask these guys where it is” pointing to some men coming down the way. He ran up and would you guys like to know who it was?
Vince Vaughn!
OMG. My fantasy of living Swingers is now complete.
SHADES: Do you guys know where the Bat Cave is?
Vince and his pals did.
In case you were wondering.
I felt so clueless, because I didn’t notice until we started taking off, my mind was confused because Shades kept saying, “That’s Robert De Niro what’shisface.”
ME: He doesn’t look anything like De Niro.
That’s because it WASN’T.
It was the hottest man in the world without his shirt.
Ha, no really. No shirt—though he definitely could probably use a few more hikes. We love you anyway, Vince!
The hike was very long—thank god. I like long, hard ones. – And that TOTALLY sounds dirty. Really though, I like hikes you can feel. We went up and up and up—and we were RIGHT under the Hollywood sign—I mean, closer than I have ever been. You’re not allowed to go up to it anymore, but we were pretty close. Illegally so, I’m sure. We cut through some foliage and ended up by some of the antennas, which were fenced off with chain link and nasty, heavy barbed wire.
A camera started beeping at us even. Glinda feared she would be arrested in the States and So. Union waved.
After that, we looped down, took some pictures. Shades swallowed bug and started choking, so I gave him water.
There was one awkward moment on the jaunt down. For those who recall my super secret post from just a while ago—about the friends asking each other out? But it didn’t work because one has no interest and boyfriend? Well, now that I am less sensitive about it, it was Shades and Glinda. Glinda, of course being the one with the boyfriend and no interest.
Well, I was walking in back with the boys and Glinda was just ahead with Madonna Lass. The guys were talking about their type—oh. BTW air-and-angels, if you are reading. So. Union knows aaaaaaall about you and says, “What a perfect feminine name.” Random Guy would say he liked Latina women, Shades thinks Hilary Burton is pretty. Finally, So. Union turns and says, “how about you Shades, you like goth girls, right?”
Because last year he did.
SHADES: No, no. I’m over that now.
SO. UNION: Well then what’s your type? Who, for example, would you ask out at AFI?
Yeah, Awkward City, Arizona. Thank GOD, Glinda didn’t hear. Now, since I am in the know, I could see how awkward it was for him. He doesn’t even know I know, so it was even stranger. He just said, “aw, leave me alone” and everyone laughed thinking it was just him joking like he always does.
Worse, then everyone turned to me and asked who liked and thought was good looking. I was too embarrassed and couldn’t say anything—for more reason than one. I’ll detail that in a moment!
But the conversation was like this.
SO. UNION: Well who have you dated during the year?
ME: HAHA.
RANDOM GUY: Why are you laughing?
ME: I just don’t know what a date is. What is this… date of which you speak?
SO. UNION: Yeah, I haven’t dated since the turn of the century.
Then they kept trying to guess my type.
RANDOM GUY: Christian Bale?
ME: No, not really.
RANDOM GUY: REALLY? But he’s GORGEOUS.
We finally made it to the bottom of the hill and then started asking an biped where the Bat Cave was, because we still missed it.
Once we got righted, we started up one last hill. Glinda decided she didn’t want to go anymore, no matter how much we tried to convince her. Shades tried to work it the most and Random Guy would say, “Oh well Shades will stay there with her.” But, ah! Me in the know, I knew that’s not what she wanted but I wasn’t about to forfeit the Bat Cave to be a good friend and save people from social awkwardness, but I didn’t have to though, as Shades turned up anyhow.
While walking up the hill, we ran into some more people—not Vince this time and asked if we were going the right way. One woman said, “Yeah, oh yeah. Just straight up. You’ll seem some movie production thing with a hot guy in a loin cloth right by it.”
So we continued, but I spun around just seconds after and called to the woman, “Hey, will you tell the girl in yellow at the bottom of the hill there’s a hot guy in a loin cloth up here?” And the woman responded, “Oh I will TOTALLY tell her.”
Finally, we crested the hill and there was the Bat Cave, in all it’s man-made glory. The loin cloth production looked a little like a porn photoshoot as the man looked like an 80’s hair band member, yes, in a loin cloth and was flanked by a girl dressed something like Betty Rubble.
We slipped into the cave and I told everyone what to expect, since I had just seen the Descent and knew how caves worked now. Instead of being attacked by Gollum though, only So. Union and Sunburn ran out and scared us, which might have worked, except we saw their silhouettes only moments after entering and had been wondering what they were doing for ages.
When we came out of the cave, we walked around so we could walk past the porn photo shoot. While we did, Shades pointed and said: Hey!
For it was Glinda. I hit him on the arm and said, “I knew the loincloth would work!”
I then sprinted after her saying, “Gliiiiiiiiiindaaaaaaaaa!”
We collected the group, whole again and waited as Glinda toured the cave then started off home.
Glinda and I walked down together, so I told her about the Awkward City, Arizona conversation with the boys. She kept saying she was so glad she missed it. Then I told her the worst bit was when the asked me—we laughed and then she said, “Well, who do you think?”
ME: Who do I think is really attractive?
GLINDA: Yes.
ME: Well, ha… Shades.
GLINDA: Oh… -- oh.
ME: Which is really, really why I couldn’t say! He and Canada Lad I think are the most handsome people here. I don’t think I would ever date either, but yeah, I think they are both incredibly good looking.
That was the bit I promised to detail a while back.
Glinda then told me hers—two directors, in case you were wondering. It felt good to tell though! That is why I don’t feel so dumb anymore.
I did say something a little over low-self-esteem in the car. Even So. Union was a bit horrified and that’s saying much, because he has complexes. I didn’t quite mean it as bad as it came out, I meant it more like a joke and Glinda got it and laughed, but Sunburn and So. Union up front didn’t like it at all.
The on-going joke of this hike was this one director who had been kicked out of AFI. He was really weird and has a FIXATION on lesbians and not just lesbians, not the “happy ones that make out that I like” as So. Union puts it, but depressive bi polar suicidal ones. Anyhow, he also, for whatever reason likes Shades. He keeps a hand recorder and records himself doing schtick with impressions and I guess since in Shades’ past, he was a comic, this director figures he would appreciate such things. Just recently, the director saw Shades at a bar and accosted him again with the recorder. Eventually, Shades asked what we all wonder, “Say, what’s with you and lesbians?” which launched the director into a conspiracy tirade about how males are slowly being emasculated through the water supply (this is actually a real theory in the scientific world, has to do with birth control making back into the water supply and lowering sperm count). The coup de gras, was when the director said, “Mark my words, 10 years you’ll go swimming in the ocean and you’ll see fish with tits.”
So for the rest of the hike, it was making fun of the boys becoming more like girls.
When we were in the car going home, Soviet Union told Glinda and I, “You don’t understand how awful testosterone is. It’s like being hungry all the time.” To which Glinda responded, “Well, we’re in film school, I’m sure that gives us more testosterone the average female.”
This remark reminded me of my epiphany just a while ago, that I fail at being female.
So I said this out loud, that I think I would be a more successful male, because I fail and femininini—
GLINDA: Female.
ME: Thanks.
I then said, “I mean, I can wear skirts and think it’s making a difference, but it’s a little like, I don’t know. Gift wrapping a turd.”
Glinda burst out laughing, but the boys up front went “AWUGH. That’s awful!”
SO UN: That’s terrible. That’s not true at all, come on.
SUNBURN: That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.
I am very thankful they were so kind and it made me feel better that they would even care, but I felt a little embarrassed that I said it, because it was a joke, but I feel it’s true and so, was embarrassed because I kind of over-exposed my most sensitive weakness to everyone. Glinda I think was a little surprised by their reaction too, but she leaned over and said:
GLINDA: Well, it’s not true, but I know exactly what you mean.
To which I patted her should and said:
ME: And that’s why we are both girls.
When we got to my place, everyone sat around and I served cake and strawberries with sugar and ice tea and water… it was very nice! Everyone seemed to like it. Even Glinda had two slices and she’s a very good eater—never goes for the trash food. Shades had three I think. I still have a TON of cake left though, if anyone is around and interested, only Sunburn took some home. Just leave one piece for So. Africa!
After about 20 minutes or so, everyone left. Giving sweaty hugs and handshakes. I cleaned up and here we are! I emailed So. Africa and told him to come have cake and am excited because tomorrow I get to have tea with Glinda and see a new First Year as WELL as watching Indiana Jones with Glinda later in the day.
I can’t believe it’s so late!
Other news, I think my family has decided to give me the orange kitten. They are pretty sure it’s a boy and my sister is plotting to come drive it to me. I started making a list of names that I think are nice for pets and was wondering if you would like to add to it? Right now I like best the simple names like Henry and Jasper for some reason. Also like Finnegan, though I already had a cat named Phineas whom I called Finny. Chauncey or Sebastian—also nice.
I haven’t met the kitty yet, so I don’t know what sort will match him. Anyhow, here are the names:
Horatio Elliot Dickens Tamino Pippin George Bailey Frank Amadeus Maurice Walter Hamlet Hardy Pip Wolfgang Beowulf Henry Audrey Humphrey Stewart Avery Agador Alphie Antony Archibald Farley Ferdinand Finnegan Geoffrey Gus Brinker Lennon Sawyer Lambert Werther Roland Ryley Jeremy Rufus Milo Samson Oliver Sebastian Tobey Shelby Sherlock Watson Jasper Peregrin Hadley Chester Howie Thaddeus Theo Robin Topher Calvin Cedric Charley Chauncey Piper Porter Quince Rueben
suddenly i was @ 12:43 am
(no feathers)
friday, august 18, 2006
My heart hurts so much. My little dog Zoë is gone.
She died this morning in my dad’s arms as my parents rushed her to the hospital. Zoë has had an enlarged heart since she was a baby and if finally just gave out. We always joked she had a big heart and now she’s gone. While was lying waiting to be taken away, the Poodles were giving her a bath.
I can’t believe my dog is gone.
There won’t be any dog who talks to you now at home. You could have whole conversations with Zoë aroo-rooing back at you. There won’t be that face in the window. There won’t be any pet going up to Mabel the Cat to get a bath. The way the Poodles were roll on their backs and licked her beard because they were convinced she was their mother.
I can’t believe my little tiny demanding dog is gone! MY poor dog! I won’t ever see her again now. When you say good bye as you leave the house it’s not supposed to be permanent.
Zoë had the best temperament, she never growled, ever. You can count the times she had in play and seriousness on one hand. She was devoted and gentle and took care of the multitude of animals which came after her.
Our little Zoë-Lane, she was the best, dear friend there ever could be and the world is less without her here. I hope wherever she is – I can’t do this not my dog, oh Zoë, my heart is breaking.
suddenly i was @ 03:58 am
(no feathers)
thursday, august 17, 2006
About my last entry, since people have said I should refer to it so it doesn’t make anyone worry, I don’t know. It was just one of those, a person I find very attractive suddenly asks out one of my good friends. It’s not like I liked the one person or anything, I was just so surprised and was made to wonder, crap. Have I been invited to things and such BECAUSE I am friends with the object of interest? That’s short-selling the one person and I know it’s not true, but I kind of felt that way. Third wheel for weeks and completely clueless. Also, I feel like all my friends always garner attention while I am just another one of the pals. Always. It was just weird and caught me off guard. I don’t quite know why it made such a big deal to me and why, even weirder, I was a little jealous, but it is really nothing and I am going to try and forget it because it’s silly.Moving on—this was written yesterday:
Today, though it started terribly and I never fully got my engines started, turned out AWESOME.
I woke up, as you know, a mess. I was so upset. By 11, I was crashing pretty bad so I took up residence on my couch under a huge blanket ala flu style. While I was resting a call came from Glinda asking—get this: would I like to go whale watching?
HECK AND YES.
Glinda came and grabbed me and we were off to meet Canada Lass and another AFI director who I haven’t really had the time to get to know before, so she has no nickname yet. I TOTALLY have a good one for her, but it’s inappropriate to use here so I will call her Madonna Lass. We all piled into Canada Lass’ new car and were off to Orange Country… somewhere by Malibu. I was so worn out, I wasn’t paying much attention. Madonna Lass made everyone snacks and we were all so excited when we found out we were an all-girl car. I can’t remember the last time such a thing happened when A. it was more than two persons and B. they were all people I knew.
Glinda fell asleep on the ride down. She was also tired because she stayed up all night watching Castaway and after a while, things were nice and quiet in the car.
We started getting very nervous because we were cutting it so close. I mean, what were we really thinking? Getting all the way to Orange County from L.A. leaving after 3PM and hoping to get to our place by 5?
HAHA.
And yet…
WE DID IT.
Hurrah for the carpool lane.
But we barely made it.
We climbed to the top of the boat for take off. Shove off. Anchors away, whatever it is, but as soon as we hit speed we all scrambled to the deck. Canada Lass and I were out at the very tip of the prow. Eventually Madonna Lass and Glinda joined us. The wind was whipping and it was cool and there was spray in the air and on our faces. Crystal. The sky was just crystal and you could see everything all around. We sailed for a good long while before we saw anything, then Canada Lass pointed and said, “Is that something?”
And it was! Way, way in the distance were dolphins! Just dozens! The tour leader, or whatever you would call him, said, it was the most playful bunch he had seen—and just we he said such, you would see the dolphins turn their course and head right towards the boat. They were ready to play!
You should have seen them! Sometimes many would leap at once in one direction, sometimes they crossed over each other. If you tipped your head over the rail you could see any number of them swimming right under the boat like it was just a very big dolphin to swim along with. It was a maternity pod of some sort, because there were so many babies. Lots of juveniles and one or two ITSY BITSY TEENY WEENY babies. They couldn’t have been longer than my arm. They were so cute! And they would leap out of the water just like the big ones. I felt like we were in the opening of Disney’s The Little Mermaid.
We were with the dolphins for a good long while, but eventually we turned and went out further. It wasn’t whale season, so our chances of seeing one weren’t the best. The wind made the water choppy and it was a delight! It was like being on an elevator making your head swim or a roller coaster. Glinda was laughing so much, it made me laugh too. Everyone on the boat loved the waves. There was a little boy behind me who was drenched, who would cry out, “YAY” every time he was hit with spray. There were a couple of ones where you literally felt like the boat left the water. To quote Glinda, “I could swear I was flying.”
As the sun started to sink, we moved inland. Sea Lions were out on the buoys, all curled up, until waves came and bumped them up and they leapt off into the water to feed.
After that, we turned it. The sun was setting and the whole sky was pink and orange. The girls were posing for photos, 80’s style, since the wind was whipping everyone’s hair everywhere. Well, everyone’s but Glinda’s. She had a huge bag filled with every sort of coat, so she was wearing a hoody, a jacket and a raincoat. I didn’t pose, I really didn’t need to remember the fact I had puffy sleep eyes in that beautiful light, so I think there are just a bunch of candids of me laughing over the side of the boat.
Well pulled into the dock and piled off the boat. Madonna Lass said while we were on a wharf, everyone should have fish for dinner. I am a vegetarian, but you can see the logic! Canada Lass added by saying, “I could go for some dolphin.” Ha.
We had dinner and it was beautiful. We all told embarrassing stories. At about 9 we started home.
Everyone talked about getting out and dancing in clubs or there was this conversation of brilliance:
GLINDA: Has anyone here lived with someone? Like a significant other someone?
ME: Nope.
MADONNA: No.
CANADA LASS: Uh-uh.
GLINDA: Neither have I.
(silence)
ME: Next topic!
I am so out of practice being a girl, it’s just a joke. I never thought the day would come when I would feel awkward with all females! But I just couldn’t do anything right it seemed. I didn’t have good stories, I had no desire to dance… they popped in Madonna and everyone was singing along and saying how amazing she was. I didn’t know the words and I don’t really like Madonna at all! Then everyone got to choose their favourite song to play—well, I only know about 2 Madonna songs and one is Like A Virgin and THANK GOD my father likes music because he told me a story about how that song came to be and I related it so I could look like a Madge-phile along with the rest. Seriously though, I should just give up being female. I may not own a pair of pants, but it’s just a joke. I might as well just give in to my career as “one of the guys.”
The best part of the evening was when we passed Anaheim on the freeway. Disneyland was just setting off its fireworks. They were HUGE and we could watch them from our car.
Madonna Lass sighed and said, “Isn’t that the perfect end to the day?” And everyone mm-hmmed in agreement.
suddenly i was @ 01:04 am
(no feathers)
tuesday, august 15, 2006
I am in one of those mood cocktails that can only be created by a unique mix of complete and utter exhaustion and probably a bit of PMS, though I would be loathe to ever mention such aloud.
suddenly i was @ 11:52 am
(no feathers)
sunday, august 13, 2006
God, I really haven’t written in ages. I have done much too! Girly night with Glinda… tomorrow I get to see “The Descent” with So. Africa… but!Today was the most awesome day ever!
It was yet another hike day but today was a special hike. We were to drive all the way to Pacific Palisades and to some Will Roger’s museum to hike around the hills there. Shades drove and I had never been out that way before, but we were by the ocean and sand and beach…
The hike was lovely. It was Shades, Random Guy (someone I introduced in those 2 lost entries which I swear to god I haven’t forgotten about) and Glinda. It’s hard to even say why these sorts of things are so much fun and wonderful. We got way up into the hills and did our usual lizard spotting. It’s just tons of laughter and everything gets back to being a joke somehow. It’s really impossible to repeat it all. One person says something random.
RANDOM GUY: Are you going to spank your kids, Shades?
SHADES: Um. Really that’s about the last thing I was thinking about right now, Random Guy.
And that joke comes up again in about 19 different forms.
Up in the hills we saw a family of deer, two fawns, a doe and a buck—though we were convinced they were the alleged Killer Antelope the yellow diamond “CAUTION DEER” signs had warned us about.
Random Guy provoked a dog, a horse and later lemurs.
We took a trail called “Sunset” thinking, you know, it related to that orb in the sky—but no. This is California. It meant the boulevard.
We hiked a few miles then plotted for dinner—ah, it all sounds so boring! I can’t describe how funny everything was. Shades is a master of Los Angeles. He knows someone EVERYWHERE and knows where to find ANYTHING. After running through the lists of food we all liked or didn’t:
GLINDA
+ Ethiopian
- Mexican
RANDOM GUY
+ Everything
- Indian
SHADES
+ Pickled Fish
- Mexican
ME
+ Whatever
- Mexican
We decided to grab some Korean food in Tokyo II (which is the second Little Tokyo of L.A., the first is in L.A. proper, the second, II, is in West L.A.). We almost died on the road, when Shades didn’t see cars breaking up front and barreled towards a row of stopped vehicles, which lead to many, “Here Shades, would you help me with this cross word puzzle while you are driving” and “You don’t mind if I make a few calls while I’m driving?” jokes.
When we found the place, there was some debate over whether or not it was proper to eat at a restaurant rated with a B.
A= Good
B= Less than A
C= Gross
D= Where Soviet Union buys oysters
The food was DELICIOUS and finally I have met someone who fully appreciates the glory of kimchi. It’s a Korean staple: fermented cabbage that has some sort of chili powder in the mix. Shades loves it as well and we had two appetizers of it! We giggled through the whole dinner and plotted to put Soviet Union on What Not To Wear. Does everyone know that show? It’s a make over show where they take people who don’t know how to dress and smarten them up. So. Union would be a PERFECT candidate. We would use Shades for all the old stories: how he hiked in holey loafers (with tassels!), going to the goth club with a plaid shirt, showing up at a nice club wearing a rain slicker he got as a complimentary gift from an online company. We could have Glinda and So. Africa as the foreign contingency saying, “Yeah, the whole world thinks so.”
I could tell about how when once he wore a dress shirt and I said he looked nice and he told me, “Even the sweat stains?” The tag line could be, “He goes to one of the best film schools in the nation, but doesn’t know how to dress himself.” They could totally play up the AFI angle… it would be great. Glinda and I have been looking into the application process.
Oh! And it would be the best episode ever because he’s so funny in real life.
Oh, they could make him so handsome it would be amazing.
But, yes. We laughed over that and ate our big meal. Then Random Guy leaned back into his seat and said, “I’m so full I could never eat another thing,” then- after a moment, “Except maybe some chocolate ice cream.”
GLINDA: Oooh.
ME: I like ice cream!
RANDOM GUY: Shades, you know where there’s some ice cream.
SHADES: I know a place. Are you serious?
And so we were off! We didn’t just want ANY ice cream though, we were high rollers. We wanted the good stuff.
In the end we found a gelato hole in the wall in Beverly Hills, because, well. Where else would there be a gelato hole in the wall?
We all got different flavors:
ME
Mint
GLINDA
Crème Brulée
SHADES
Mint/Coffee
RANDOM GUY
Chocolate
Glinda also got a piece of Tira Misu and Shades made sure everyone had a piece of his coffee flavor.
This would later lead to a conversation about our flavors. I told them about the time Bday, I. and R. chose my flavor: Peach Cobbler.
RANDOM GUY: I’m chocolate.
ME; I don’t think you can choose your own flavor.
RANDOM GUY: No, when I taste myself, I’m chocolate.
ME: Whoa. T. M. I.
RANDOM GUY: Not like that.
SHADES: Just call him White Chocolate.
GLINDA: What is this, “TMI?”
And a bit later:
RANDOM GUY: … It’s like I can taste my blood.
ME: What is going on back there, did you just say blood?
RANDOM GUY: No, it’s just I got the sudden sensation I could taste my brain and it was like caramel and chocolate.
SHADES: You think some really f—king weird deep thoughts, man.
RANDOM GUY: No, that wasn’t a deep one. I just—
GLINDA: He only just thought of it.
ME: Instead of deep it was more of a whiff.
RANDOM GUY: I’m serious!
ME: Are you going to spank your kids?
RANDOM GUY: You’re just going to make fun of everything I say, aren’t you?
ME: Ok, no. So you eat your brains.
SHADES: Some people eat brains.
ME: Cow.
SHADES: Monkey.
ME Human.
RANDOM GUY: No one eats human brains.
SHADES: Zombies.
ME: No, in some cultures they do. We just had some for dinner tonight. “Ya Tofu” actually means, “Mmm Eat Brains” in Korean.
SHADES: “Eat Brains.” That’s an ancient Korean proverb which means, “Good Luck To You.”
ME: Yep.
RANDOM GUY: Really?
ME: Yep.
SHADES: She lived in Korea for two years. Did a religious mission there.
ME: I’m fluent. My brain tastes like—
SHADES: Kimchi.
Glinda was just laughing and laughing, in case you wondered where she went in that conversation.
We walked up and down the blocks, I don’t really know where we were at this point, but the house were nice. Random Guy was all but giving himself a heart attack, stumbling around as he walked. We were laughing so hard, obviously the gelato went straight to our brains.
Shades and I even practiced a stand up routine.
Check this:
US: My father was Greek and my mother Lebanese, that makes me Greek Lebanese.
(silence)
US: That’s it! You folks were great!
Shades drove us back home, Glinda’s car was at my place. We got out and Shades had to help Random Guy who was moving like a 170 year old. We all gave each other hugs and darted off. Glinda and I saying to each other, “Today was a great day!”
And it was!
suddenly i was @ 11:35 pm
(no feathers)
tuesday, august 8, 2006
I was just gleefully lying in bed thinking 11:20 was still too early to wake up, when I got the most random phonecall!It was from an AFI producer who has never really talked to me, he's been I.'s producer I think, but he called and said that he had heard so many nice things about my feature, he wanted to know if he could read it and if he liked it, if he could submit it to where ever he works.
ME: Sure!
Even though I suddenly got the writers' pang of, "What if someone steals my ideas!??!!one!!1." I should be good though, right?
I think this is the third person from AFI to do such a thing. Wee, miniconnections, the fancy school machine works!
suddenly i was @ 01:24 pm
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thursday, august 3, 2006
I go to a doctor only to find out my medical insurance, also known as completely worthless b.s., doesn't work out of state.Nothing like paying full price at the doctor's office!
I get home, my place reeks of gas. Nice, because the other day my noxious gas detector went off, I thought it was malfuncting, but maybe not.
Nothing like killing off braincells!
And now I have a rent increase for next month.
Nothing like being eventually being forced to move because you can't afford to live!
Being that I also have all the bills to pay-- let's tally! Rent, gas, internet, water and power with the added additions of doctor and EFFING PARKING TICKET.
MMMM. I think I am ALMOST at 2000 dollars for the week! Let's visit my bank account see if I even have enough.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMkay?
Jesus.
For no particular reason, I shoot my angst at Anne "Regular-size is Hollywood for fat. I've never been above a six 6" Hathaway.
suddenly i was @ 01:22 pm