Xanga Flashback.

I stole this from Julie. From her Xanga. Yes those still exist and I'm a moron for deleting mine. I thought it'd be more applicable now anyway.

10 YEARS AGO: 1. I was a freshman in high school. 2. The most terrifying thing in my life was Scott Mason. 3. College was still a long way off. 4. I couldn't see 'R' rated movies. 5. My favorite color was still purple. 5 YEARS AGO: 1. I was a freshman in college. 2. The most terrifying thing in my life was the fact that I was 45 minutes away from home. 3. I was still friends with all of my friends from high school. 4. The real world was still a long way off. 5. My entire world was purple. 1 YEAR AGO: 1. I moved 1400 miles away from home. 2. I worked on a major motion picture. 3. I navigated my way around Los Angeles. 4. I worked too much and had no life. 5. I learned how manage friendships from 5 states away. YESTERDAY: 1. I went to work on the same major motion picture. 2. I ate a calzone. 3. I watched two movies. 4. I called my mommy. 5. I hung out with my boyfriend. SNACKS I ENJOY: 1. Cookies 2. Chips 3. Wheat Thins 4. Apples 5. Grapes SONGS I KNOW ALL OF THE WORDS TO: 1. Defying Gravity 2. Life is a Highway 3. Gravity 4. All the Way 5. When I Fall in Love 5 PLACES I WOULD RUN AWAY TO: 1. Dublin 2. London 3. New York 4. Italy 5. Sydney FAVORITE TV SHOWS: 1. Big Bang 2. American Horror Story 3. Modern Family 4. Homeland 5. Say Yes to the Dress FAVORITE BOOKS: 1. James and the Giant Peach 2. Harry Potter 3. Bossy Pants4. Hunger Games 5. The Help BAD HABITS: 1. Tapping my foot. 2. Saying 'sorry' too much. 3. Jumping to conclusions. 4. Smacking. 5. Being blunt. 5 BIGGEST JOYS: 1. Friends 2. Family 3. Hugs 4. Music 5. Movies 5 FICTIONAL CHARACTERS I WOULD DATE: 1. Jacob (Ryan Gosling from Crazy, Stupid, Love) 2. Kit Walker (American Horror Story) 3. Nick (New Girl) 4. Noah Calhoun (Ryan Gosling from the Notebook) 5. Matthew Crawley (Dan Stevens from Downton Abbey)

I'll write more later.

Temporary Inspiration

Whenever the movie 'Julie & Julia' is on television I am suddenly overcome with the urge to blog. It goes without saying that it is in fact on and I am suddenly encouraged to actually finish a post.

As I lay here switching between the Meryl show and 'Dial M for Murder' I can't help but wonder how it is 10:30 at night and I am sweltering. Seriously, it's hot as Hades in Southern California today and I am sprawled out on my bed 'starfish' style. I doubt Grace Kelly ever had to deal with conditions like this.

I don't remember the last time I wrote, nor do I care to go back and search for said date at the risk of getting distracted and not finishing this update. I think I can, I think I can, I think...SQUIRREL! Speaking of squirrel, my roommate and I named a squirrel outside our building this morning...Chester. Therefore every squirrel we see outside will obviously be Chester.

Monumental things that have happened that I may or may not have included in my last update.

I moved in with a girl who I went to high school with. Her name is Shawn and she is essentially me with red hair, if only slightly more outgoing and OCD. Our apartment is lovely and full of laughter and half of what I was paying in Studio City. I'm within walking distance of a movie theater, a Chipotle, and a Cold Stone, all of which are right next to eachother. Whoever came up with that brilliantly horrible placement should either get a medal or be tied to a stake in the town square so I can throw burritos, ice cream, and slightly stale movie popcorn at them. By this point I will be morbidly obese so I may only have the stamina to throw the burrito, but the point will have been made.

I am still on the same movie. At this point it seems never ending. We've been on hiatus for the past couple weeks but should be gearing back up soon. The time hasn't been wasted as I am now a licensed California driver! At least the piece of paper that is currently in my wallet says I am. My car will soon be registered and then hopefully I won't have to set foot in a DMV for at least 6 months.

There is a dude-friend, as Danny so eloquently put it, in the picture. His name is Jude. He is from Ireland and I call him leprechaun behind his back. He is in marketing for a start up. He spent two years in Austin so humors me with my obsession with football. He went to college in Scranton, PA and therefore is a awesome because he went to school in the same city as The Office. His favorite movie is 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off' which is the most important thing and obviously makes him awesome. It's new. It's going well. I'll report on it as I deem appropriate.

College football has started up again, thank you JESUS! TCU's 2-0, and after today's game I'm considering that a miracle. Casey Pachall managed to meet the # of fumbles I allot per season in one single game, but a win's a win. Peace. Love. And Frogs.

And now, my movies are over and I have completed an update! It was exhausting and I'm still hot. I'm going back to my starfish position.

Today Will Be The Day...

...that I finish a damn post.

I must have started at least 10 new posts since I last updated getting anywhere from and eighth of the way to almost half way through.  I'm determined to actually update this time.  It is currently 4:00 on the lovely Tuesday afternoon after the 'torrential downpour' of 2012 hit Los Angeles this past weekend.  You would have thought the Mayan's had gotten it wrong and the world was ending early the way these people react to rain.  My boss, who was born and raised here, was talking about the first time he encountered his first "actual" thunderstorm.  I then told him about the how there were 6 tornadoes that touched down in the DFW area on the same day last year.  I win.

Dammit I'm bored again...

Is This Real Life?

Ok, remember when I said that I would be praying for the unlikely event that would be seeing Daniel Radcliffe at the "Woman in Black" press screening? Well, evidently I underestimated the power of prayer.

Naomi and I decided to take the stairs down the six flights to the ground floor of the Grove parking garage, and as we rounded the corner to exit the garage we literally almost ran into about 15 very large intimidating security guards all huddled around an Escalade and a very short brunette sans lightning bolt scar.  The problem with star encounters is that the only thing I want to do at that moment is not look like a moron, so I continue walking.  Only later did I realize that the moronic part of that was that I didn't stop and ask for an autograph, or a picture, or just plain tackle the dude.  By the time we ate at the Farmer's Market and got our tickets from will-call he'd made his way into the theater to the "black" carpet and the damn ushers were so anal that a fake bathroom line was formed just so they wouldn't tell the Harry Potter stalkers to go to their seats. I'm not afraid to admit that I may have been in that line for some amount of time.

But alas, I admitted defeat and went to my seat. About 10 minutes later Naomi came in and sat down and said, and I quote, "Draco Malfoy's on the carpet." Needless to say I maintained my cool until after Daniel Radcliffe did his intro for the movie, the cameras stopped flashing, and the lights went down, then Tom Felton walked up the stairs with his girlfriend and sat in the row behind me and I almost started crying.  I think Kwanten may have just been outdone by two wizards and a horror movie.

Knock Knock Knock...

I wrote this whole elaborate post about how I went to a taping of "The Big Bang Theory." However, I have no proof that any of it actually happened, so I thought I'd just go with a bunch of hypothetical statements to keep you in the dark as to the truthful events of that glorious evening.

I may or may not have gotten to go in before everyone else.
I may or may not have seen Sheldon's "dopplar effect" costume hanging from the back of the Walowitz's bedroom set.
I may or may not have been told by a very nice woman that our seats were in the front row, mine being about 25 feet from THE couch.
I may or may not have been seated directly in between the guests of Bill Prady and Chuck Lorre (CBS God), one of whom may have been Claudia Schiffer.
I may or may not have been about 5 feet from each member of that brilliant cast at one point or another.
I may or may not have gotten cold pizza for dinner.
It may or may not have been one of the most epic nights of my life.
All of these statements may or may not be true.

And since then things have been somewhat calm, and by somewhat I mean we moved the entire editorial contents of the bungalow to Hollywood. While it was stressful at the time I now reside in a much bigger office and my "desk" is no longer the couch. And these people were brilliant enough to install a soda fountain downstairs.

The director, his translator, and his assistant have been coming in daily to work with Sean on the movie and I have mastered the art of ordering/picking up/double checking a lunch order for 6 people.

Our trailer came out on youtube yesterday. I, of course, have told everyone I know either via Facebook or text, including my uncle in Wisconsin. It made this whole thing way more real. So real in fact that we're going to the press screening of "Woman in Black" tomorrow night to see if the trailer will be attached. I am excited 1) I love Harry Potter, 2) I was going to see it anyway, 3) now I get to see it for free at the Grove and pray for the miracle that would be a Daniel Radcliffe sighting. Here's hoping.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Live Long and Suck It Zachary Quinto.

I had to use a Sheldon quote in honor of today. Today I will be attending my very first taping of a TV show that did not involve high school/college band. The fact that it's my favorite show makes it even better. The Big Bang Theory came into my life with a vengeance and within about 6 months I have purchased and made it through every season and it is now a staple on my "recorded television" list.

God bless Naomi Filoramo, who knows Maria Ferarri, who is a producer on the show.  Sometimes I think God gives me signs to let me know that I made the right decision. My first trip to LA, the first famous person I saw was Idina Menzel. The next day when I was going to the Editor's Guild screening of "Secretariat," I saw Diane Lane waiting for her car. The day I said yes to this job, Jeff Goldblum was seated at the table next to us at lunch. And now my coworker, and newly named "favorite person ever," knows a producer of Big Bang. It's things like this that make me think I may be getting this right after all.

Julie comes in town on the 9th and I'm very excited. I mention this because I know she reads this and I'm already in the midst of planning a fantastic reunion/girls night, involving Christopher Rhea. And yes, he may participate in the girls night as well. Because Julie Carter, whether you're aware of it or not, I'm claiming you for one night. I need a fucking sleepover.

I will be getting no work done today because I will be watching the clock the entire time. 4:45 get here speedily please.

Hoo-rah!

Bazinga Punk. Now We're Even.

So I'm now required to make two plaques for "Best Gift Giver Ever" for my other boss (our assistant editor) Naomi because she has managed to procure for me two tickets to a taping of "The Big Bang Theory" next Tuesday night. It still amazes me how these people get all these connections. A friend of hers is a Co-Executive Producer on the show and now my mother and I will be going to Warner Brothers Studio with VIP status. So seeing as how 2012 has started, this looks like it's going to be a pretty damn good year. And I ordered a Zumba kit that I saw on an infomercial at 2 o'clock in the morning. And no, I'm not one of those people that orders everything she sees on the home shopping network, I had been thinking about taking a class but 1) that would require me leaving my apartment, 2) that would require me paying for more than one if I liked it, and 3) I have no one to go with. If that last one makes me sound like I'm five than so be it, I, however, am proud of my hesitance to try new things alone. So now I can embarrass myself while attempting to lose weight in the privacy of my own home.

My birthday is on Sunday. I will be 24. And while I'm told on a daily basis how young I am or scoffed at because the first time I'd heard "Your Song" was in Moulin Rouge, I always imagined 24 as being just plain old. I no longer think of it as being old, just the first step in reaching my late 20s.

In other news, I may be forced to try Thai food today. I've never had Thai food. I've never had in interest in trying Thai food. But that's what happens when you mention that you've never had Thai food, you're forced to try it. And for someone with the eating habits of a 5-year-old boy, the entire concept of trying something new is somewhat overwhelming. Especially when the only thing I've heard about it is that it's spicy. I live in Texas and I'll eat steak till my heart's content but I don't do spicy.  We'll see how this goes.

I Have the Eating Habits of a 5-year-old Boy.

I remember when we were coming back from England, Julie got mad at me because I picked the veggies off of my airplane pizza. Let it be known, since then, I have tried Tofu, Indian food, have become quite accustomed to Chinese, and today had salmon for lunch.  Some resolutions I may stick to, some I may not.  The whole becoming a cleaner person may have to wait till next year, just take a look at the pile of workout clothes strewn across my already cramped apartment.  Another resolution that I forgot to put it on my resolution post, I need to ween myself off of my Diet Coke addiction.  I'm trying, but when your water filter's broken and you're too lazy to call the maintenance man to come fix it and your other option is milk, which has calories, a can of chemicals seems like the lesser of two evils.  Naomi would suggest otherwise.

One of Those Days.

Yesterday sucked. Today will suck. At least the latter half when the whole of the bungalow will be going to Andy's funeral and it will be empty. Currently, however, we're trying to make a vacuum sound like an airplane and listening to Ryan do his best Dean Martin impression in the other room. I spent a majority of my day yesterday bracing myself for a wake, needless to say, none of that preparation helped. There's no good way to approach something like this, where you walk into a room and realize that while your life may not be so different, there are people in the room who will never be the same. He was 56 and died alone while his family was out. You never know at which precise moment your life is going to change. You never know how it will change. And no matter how hard you try you will never understand why. There isn't a reason for these type of things, sometimes things just suck. Trying to justify it won't help you feel better about the fact that there's a 16 year old standing up there talking about how her father died when she was on a ski trip. If I'll take anything away from this it's that it's never a bad time to tell your friends and family that you love them. It's given me the desire to accomplish everything I want to accomplish before I die, whether it be in 300 some-odd days or when I'm 95 and can't remember how to tie my shoes. I guess in some weird way this is the push I needed to always remember to live, to love, and to laugh...often.

Last night was the first night since I've been here that I wished I was back home. What I would've given to have been able to drive to someone's house and just cry with them.

On a lighter note my boss just scared the shit out of Naomi while she was trying to make turbulence sounds. It feels good to laugh. And to those of you that actually read this, no I'm not turning emo on you, I promise this is a one time thing. Well not a one time thing, I mean people in my life will die and I will be sad again, but I'm taking this one as a resolution incentive. Don't take anything for granted and live life the way you want to live it. Period. End of story.

Rest in Peace Captain Andy, you will be missed.

Just Keep Swimming.

So far in 2012, I've learned how to play Chicken Foot, taken a Christmas card picture, flown back to LA, and used FaceTime for the first time.  I've discovered that this will be my contact method of choice because 1) it runs on WiFi, so the dead-zone in my apartment is deemed irrelevant and 2) it's not as awkward as talking on the telephone.  I managed an hour and a half long conversation with Trey, which I can guarantee would've lasted about 2 minutes had we not been able to make funky faces at each other the whole time.  We're back at work and today's pretty chill, as I expected it would be.  And the editorial department has decided that one of our New Year's resolutions is to lose weight.  Sean has taken on the approach of "never eating again" while Naomi and I just spent a good 15 minutes analyzing the nutritional facts on the California Pizza Kitchen menu.  I have until reshoots to lose 15 pounds and get tan...ready, set, go.

If I've learned anything this year it's don't take anything for granted.  Our unit production manager had a heart attack on the 30th and died.  One of my high school friend's mom's just found out she has terminal cancer and now has to decide whether she wants to live for 24 months or for 6.  Nothing is a sure thing and I plan on never letting the little stuff phase me again.  I have a great life, a job I love, and friends that I can talk to, make funny faces at, and watch fix themselves bowls of mint chocolate chip for hours at a time.

Oh and I plan to blog more, because the 1400 miles distance thing between friends sucks.  I gave Trey the official tour of the apartment last night, maybe I'll upload that shiz to this so people can get the full effect.  Granted it evidently seems smaller on video than it does on pictures so I may just leave it to the imagination.

Alright I should probably do something productive now, but I will probably salivate over my salad that may or may not get here within the next two hours.  What a gripping life I lead.