I Told You It Wouldn't Always Be Pretty

So I need to get some shit off my chest. I think if I itemize it all, you will see how a bunch of tiny little things over the past two weeks have grown into the screeching rage that is inside my head.

• Moving Twice In One Week. Just the stress of it.
• Boxes not getting here until the end of week one.
• The fact that both my roommates have boyfriends who they get to go off and see constantly, while Casey is on the other side of the country. Five hours was bad enough. This straight-out sucks.
• The fact that I miss NY, where people at least acknowledged your presence with a "Fuck You!" instead of blatantly ignoring you, even if you are standing two feet away and in obvious need of help, even if said help would be just opening the door you are squarely standing in front of.
• The fact that LA is truly one giant prostitute, and not the classy kind. This is the kind of prostitute that you feel you got chlamydia from just by being within breathing distance of.
• The fact that there is NO CHINESE ANYWHERE WITHIN WALKING DISTANCE. All that is in walking distance is a good pizza place, a horrible pizza place, a pizza place I have not yet tried, a CVS and a 7-11. There is "ABC Chinese Donut" that sells donuts, chinese food in hot plates with no identification and ice cream, but you see where I am going with this.
• The fact that driving is suicide and I refuse to even think about doing it, but then everything is a 20-30 minute walk.
• The fact that I will probably STILL be a fatass even after walking 20-30 minutes to get anywhere.
• The fact that I spent two weeks working on a parody of "Adelaide's Lament" for my Cabaret Performance class, only to have it be praised on high by everyone and then told I had to change words because people bring their children to these performances. SERIOUSLY? To a CABARET? Cabarets consist of alcohol and dark rooms where either sexual abandon, eclectic music styles or political propaganda is spread. You don't bring Billy and Susie to the fucking thing, I don't care if their older sibling is performing or not. And if the drama showcases can depict an entire rape scene not even two months ago, I think I can do a song void of curse words about phone sex. Sorry for your fucking luck.
• The fact that I have had blisters on my feet every day since coming here. What the fuck.
• The fact that I had nearly HEALED all blisters on my feet until tonight when my one roommate dragged me around all of fucking LA to go to a grocery store because "it would be fun and good for us." So glad you like the great outdoors of smoggy LA, hun, but I am tired. I have been going full blast for two weeks straight now and all I've been wanting for this entire week is one night where I am not dragged around the entire run of LA. So yeah, I put the hammer down when I take my shoes off and have to start hobbling around all over again. I am doing shit all that involves movement after my one class tomorrow, and I'm proud of it.
• The fact that I've been here two weeks but it already feels like four months and I'm running out of time to figure out what the hell I'm going to do after school and what the hell I'm going to do about a job. I haven't even gotten my feet under me yet, I haven't had the chance. I shouldn't be worrying about it as hard as I am, but I can't get it out of my mind.
• The fact that I can't drink in this room. Fuck it all to hell.
• The fact my cursing has gotten worse and I am now fully aware of why everyone is a bitch to everyone here. LA eats your soul.
• The fact that the little bitches that pass for AMDA students here make me want to scream. No wonder our reputation isn't getting any better, they're taking people who do a monologue from Cameron Diaz's "The Holiday" for their classical repetoire class and say their one career goal is to be Reese Witherspoon's best friend. They say that their favorite performers are "Zack and Cody" and the ultimate musical is High School Musical 3. These are 18-19 year-old people. How have you gotten this far in existence in general?
• The smog. I fucking hate the smog. I haven't hacked so much in years. Not to mention my lungs physically hurt for a week after getting here. They don't hurt now. That fact makes me want to cry out of fear.
• The fact that I still want to smoke, even though I have never smoked a day in my life. I need to find something to compensate for the oral fixation that isn't a lollipop.

I'm not going to even get into the whole fact that there are way too many pretty people in this town and everyone is obsessed with everyone else. The fact that I am looked at with disgust on the streets, or worse, pity. I fucking want to scream.

Maybe now that it's out of my system, I can get back down to business. I promise for more upbeat posts in the future. It really isn't as bad as all that, it's just moving pains, homesickness and stress of being back in the AMDA grind getting to me. Once I have a few chill evenings, I should be much better. Night all.

A Man Humping A Parking Meter? Go On...

Man.

Do I have stories for you guys.

LA is definitely a...let's say 'colorful' town. In all honesty, it has this unashamed gaudiness that makes it charming, like how a guy who is clearly hitting on you can make you grin and laugh anyway. One block to the next literally can go from swank to the point of gagging to decrepit, and the world seems to whiz by at a strangely laid back pace. I really don't know what to make of it yet.

Anyway, today was move-in day. I got my key early and claimed the bottom bunk, because the other two are top ones. When I got here this morning, I saw Wendy had claimed the top one that had the couch under it, which left the new roommate that appeared in our text messages yesterday, with the one over me. Pictures will follow soon.

My boxes didn't come today because I guess FedEx and UPS doesn't deliver here on weekends. Nice to know. That left me with no sheets, pillows, hangers, towels, etc. What does this mean? And adventure to Bed Bath and Beyond, of course! It's the only thing that sells stuff like that in walking distance. I now am furnished with the amenities, along with a cute set of storage cube/ottoman things to serve as my nightstand. Pet was worried I was going to be attacked by a man with a chimp (she actually said 'a shiv' but that is SO not what I heard,) but I managed to get there and back unscathed.

AMDA wasn't joking about being right where the Hollywood Walk of Fame starts, either. You cross the street at the Vine intersection and there it is, big as life. I read them off as I walked to the store and it's so cool to me that they have people like Johnny Depp next to Stepin Fetchit. I walked besides the stars too instead of on them, because...I don't know, it just seemed weird. The two that made we stop were Cyd Cherise and George Carlin.

So far I have seen the outsides of Graumann's Chinese Theater, the Kodak Theater, The Hollywood Bowl and the Pantages Theater. I'll be returning to those and the Walk of Fame to do touristy squee-erificness with a camera soon.

After my adventures in towel-buying, I got some chinese from a little chinese food/donut shop for dinner (yes, I said that, let it sink in...) and headed on home. This is when I saw "The Man."

I will call him "The Man" solely because it amuses me. The Man, if you were wondering, was across the street from the chinese place, in the middle of the block...humping a parking meter. And trying to be inconspicuous about it.

When he thought no one was looking (because who would look at a dude in the middle of the sidewalk humping a parking meter?) He looked like he was either trying to bang the shit out of his skull on the thing or rip the whole meter out of the ground on crotch power alone. But as soon as he thought someone was looking, he'd promptly stop and act as if he was just hugging the parking meter in a death grip, as if it was going to float away at any second. It was...special.

As for last night, I hung out with a friend of a friend who is getting her Masters in Film at UCLA and got a little drunk before some Wii fun. Drunken Wii FTW!!! I sucked mostly, but that's ok. I would have probably sucked sober, too.

So tonight I am all alone - enjoying this big dorm all to myself while my roomies are off with their boyfriends' apartments. Does it make me miss Casey like all hell? God yes. *bangs head on the walll* GOD yes. Seeing them with their boys and the unsteady feeling of going to a whole new state makes me want nothing more than Casey here to curl up with and make me forget I'm thousands of miles away from all I know on a lil twin bed.

*sigh* I'm run down and getting sleepy, and I have orientation in the morning. I better get to bed. The nervous are FLYIN' yall, haha. *breathes* Tomorrow I get my schedule and I might try calling my friend/ex-vocal coach/current faculty member Scott to see if he wants to meet up and do something. I kind of need to talk to him - he's always got a no nonsense view of things and does Not sugarcoat things. He doesn't believe in it. But he'll be able to talk me off of any upcoming ledges and if he didn't think it was a good idea for me to be doing this, he would have told me to stay at home.

It's just the more sparkingly beautiful people I see and the more I hear about all the professional, real world experience people have under their belts here, it makes me more and more uneasy.

Well, emo aside, I hope you are all having a good weekend and like I said, I will post pictures soon. May you all sleep well tonight, with visions of meter-humpers dancing through your head.