On the stereo, listen as we go, nothing's gonna stop me now
I must be home from LA: I'm wearing a sweater and Sherlock's trying to molest my laptop. I think he's been lonely.
My mini-break was great fun; Friday, I drove down I-5 and dropped in on nicolemack for dinner and sorbet, plus spontaneous office supplies and a trip to Michael's, before heading on to stay with friends in Westlake Village. Saturday was a big mass of lazy at the girls' house: sleeping in, jammie time until an ungodly hour, omelets, and eventually a trip to Old Navy (who did not have the swimsuit I want, boo)/P.F. Chang's/a second viewing of Valentine's Day, which two of us decided we'd rather see again than see any of the other options. Alert!: I would still date Ashton Kutcher, were he a single florist. You know, in case anybody asks. Sunday, I went to my friend's church and then met up with the ultra-delightful midtownmandy for lunch in Echo Park and a personalized tour of LA celebrating our mutual affection for Chuck and the rentals section of Craigslist--the true sign of a kindred spirit, obvs. I also got to meet her lovely roommates before we were all stopped in our collective tracks by The Cutting Edge 3: Chasing the Dream on ABCFamily. Did you know the fourth one (The Cutting Edge: Fire and Ice, naturally) features Jared Booth as short-tracker-turned-figure-skater? YEAH. YOU'RE WELCOME. Anyway, afterwards: slept, achieved driving zen on The Five, sang pretty at choir, ruined healthy eating streak with cider and fries at Triple Rock, drove home accompanied by the new Frightened Rabbit, collapsed into my own comfy bed. With cat.
ETA: My swimsuit is GONE! It was there last night! I really, really, really want it! OLD NAVY, DON'T DO THIS TO ME.
So yay for road trips, and for seeing friends, and for a tiny test-run of LA. I still don't have a plan for the post-parents era--I know moving is inevitable if I want to write for TV, but I just got here, and leaving again sounds hard, and also I still find SoCal completely overwhelming in so many ways--but this trip has me thinking about my options. If nothing else, it's good to realize that I wouldn't be alone with my terror. LA = already sprinkled with people I know and like.
So there's that.
In other news, I'm looking for a part-time job. I'm up for an aide job at the library, which could be fun (and would involve working with a good friend, who's a librarian there), and am looking into Starbucks/SAT tutoring/etc. Current goal: save up to move out when the time comes, especially if "when the time comes" includes "internship or other financially unstable period."
Also, I would sort of like to care about March Madness; alas, in reality, I absolutely don't. Sorry. Instead, am participating in/co-moderating Jane Austen's March Madness, wherein there are brackets and brawls and crazy upsets and yet no actual college sports. Do you like Jane Austen and the people she writes about? Fill out a bracket! You might win something! Oddly, bilunabirotunda tells me that the brackets we've received thus far each predict a different winner--which was not at all what we expected. Austen fans, man. They're an unpredictable bunch.
And finally, I haven't watched much TV lately, but I wanted to say that I loved "Chuck vs. the Tic Tac," and also that last week's 30 Rock sounded like a rough draft and was mostly saved by Michael Sheen being brilliant. And that I think Liz Lemon + Brian Williams should be A Thing. Or am I just projecting?
Blah blah blah bobsled.
My mini-break was great fun; Friday, I drove down I-5 and dropped in on nicolemack for dinner and sorbet, plus spontaneous office supplies and a trip to Michael's, before heading on to stay with friends in Westlake Village. Saturday was a big mass of lazy at the girls' house: sleeping in, jammie time until an ungodly hour, omelets, and eventually a trip to Old Navy (who did not have the swimsuit I want, boo)/P.F. Chang's/a second viewing of Valentine's Day, which two of us decided we'd rather see again than see any of the other options. Alert!: I would still date Ashton Kutcher, were he a single florist. You know, in case anybody asks. Sunday, I went to my friend's church and then met up with the ultra-delightful midtownmandy for lunch in Echo Park and a personalized tour of LA celebrating our mutual affection for Chuck and the rentals section of Craigslist--the true sign of a kindred spirit, obvs. I also got to meet her lovely roommates before we were all stopped in our collective tracks by The Cutting Edge 3: Chasing the Dream on ABCFamily. Did you know the fourth one (The Cutting Edge: Fire and Ice, naturally) features Jared Booth as short-tracker-turned-figure-skater? YEAH. YOU'RE WELCOME. Anyway, afterwards: slept, achieved driving zen on The Five, sang pretty at choir, ruined healthy eating streak with cider and fries at Triple Rock, drove home accompanied by the new Frightened Rabbit, collapsed into my own comfy bed. With cat.
ETA: My swimsuit is GONE! It was there last night! I really, really, really want it! OLD NAVY, DON'T DO THIS TO ME.
So yay for road trips, and for seeing friends, and for a tiny test-run of LA. I still don't have a plan for the post-parents era--I know moving is inevitable if I want to write for TV, but I just got here, and leaving again sounds hard, and also I still find SoCal completely overwhelming in so many ways--but this trip has me thinking about my options. If nothing else, it's good to realize that I wouldn't be alone with my terror. LA = already sprinkled with people I know and like.
So there's that.
In other news, I'm looking for a part-time job. I'm up for an aide job at the library, which could be fun (and would involve working with a good friend, who's a librarian there), and am looking into Starbucks/SAT tutoring/etc. Current goal: save up to move out when the time comes, especially if "when the time comes" includes "internship or other financially unstable period."
Also, I would sort of like to care about March Madness; alas, in reality, I absolutely don't. Sorry. Instead, am participating in/co-moderating Jane Austen's March Madness, wherein there are brackets and brawls and crazy upsets and yet no actual college sports. Do you like Jane Austen and the people she writes about? Fill out a bracket! You might win something! Oddly, bilunabirotunda tells me that the brackets we've received thus far each predict a different winner--which was not at all what we expected. Austen fans, man. They're an unpredictable bunch.
And finally, I haven't watched much TV lately, but I wanted to say that I loved "Chuck vs. the Tic Tac," and also that last week's 30 Rock sounded like a rough draft and was mostly saved by Michael Sheen being brilliant. And that I think Liz Lemon + Brian Williams should be A Thing. Or am I just projecting?
Blah blah blah bobsled.