Life in LA, a summer checklist, etc.

Things I want/need to get done now that it's summer.

Oh...wait.

I'm a real person now.

I don't have vacay.

I don't hours upon hours of freetime to play outside and hang out and do whatever I please.

The rest of my life is now an endless cycle of living for the weekend.

Well...regardless. Here's my list.

-Write a spec script of 30 Rock
-Write Leper High (it's a feature length script now. My boss at Weinstein told me she'd go over it for me)
-Find an apartment (pretty hard seeing as how I need to move June 15th and every place I see is available either June 1st, July 1st, or now. So my best bet is to wait until later in the month and get one that says "available now," later.)
-Find a job. I've been sending out my resume and making a few calls, but I still have a month to go at Weinstein, so I'm not too concerned. Plus I know at least one of my bosses will help me out with this. Hey...maybe even both.
-Do more comedy. Once Flavin and other friends are out here, I plan on doing an open mic night at a comedy club.
-Get an oil change.
-Buy actual groceries and stop eating turkey sandwiches every day (once I get a job)

That seems good enough.

Life in LA is alright. I feel like this house in Burbank is sucking the life out of me. I have nothing to do any no one to talk to. I rarely feel like running or writing, which are like... my two main things. Hopefully things will change when I have my own place. Basically, my quality of life will improve once I have a TV again.

I'm too ambitious. I don't know if that's coming off as a cocky thing to say...but it's true. I drive myself crazy. I'm always worried that I'm missing out on some opportunity I don't know about, and so I am constantly obsessing over my future. Working in this industry isn't a cut and dry sort of thing. You don't start at the bottom and work your way up to writer. Since there's no clear line of promotions and job progression, there are far too many opportunities and choices for someone like me. Do I want to try to be a PA? Or work at an Agency? Or something else? I'd love to be a writer's assistant, but those are pretty hard jobs to get, so unless either of my bosses can pull some strings...I'm not holding my breath.

Do I even want to work in the industry? Is TV really my livelihood?

Answer: No. It's not. I'm starting to wonder if it ever was. I really just want to be funny. That's why I love Groundlings so much. As much as I'd love to get a job as a writer on a sitcom, I'd be even more thrilled to finish studying Improv and be a part of a troupe. Even if it doesn't pay that well. But acting and improv isn't going to pay my bills, and chances are if it ever does, that time will not be soon. Working in TV and trying to make something of myself in that capacity is a good way to pay the bills and make connections, so that one day I can get paid to be funny, whether writing or performing.

This post is dedicated to Twigger. I didn't feel like blogging, but she wanted to know how my life was. She's a sweetheart, even if she can be a pistol sometimes.

Aunt Betty

Pushing Daisies

I'm gonna go ahead and call it right now...

As of this Fall...

my new favorite TV show

And that's how I finish college

Now, it was never a secret that I didn't exactly put forth A+ effort in my online class. Even now that it's over, I still couldn't tell you what the name of it was. (Some combination of the words "Biology, Human, and Anatomy). In fact, I'm not even exaggerating when I say that I spent more time deciding on what flavor Pop-Tarts to buy each week, than I did studying, doing assignments, or even taking tests. Case in point, tonight was the final night that the final exam was available. It's quite an inconvenience that even though we are supposed to have until midnight to take these things, I only had until 10 pm because of the time change, but I won't complain. So here I am. It's 8:30, I'm still dicking around looking at apartments and chatting on AIM, when I finally decide that this 24 page, 134 question final isn't going to half-ass itself. So I sign on, answer a few questions, and I just think to myself..."I hate this and don't want to do it."

Sure, online tests are super easy because you can read your notes and check Wikipedia.

Sure, I still had an hour and a half to do it.

Sure, I want to impress my mom.

But, well, FUCK ALL OF THAT. It was my last college final ever, and I couldn't have given a shit even if I tried. So, I did what any self-respecting soon-to-be-art-school-graduate would do. I answered D for everything. Judging by the fact that I was even getting frustrated with how long it took me to take the final when all I was doing was checking in the D box, it would be safe to assume that had I even tried to answer the questions, I would have been in a most unsavory mood.

So that's that. Sure, I don't graduate until Saturday, and I'm still interning full-time until the end of June (suuuuck), but I'm basically, almost, somewhat, maybe done with college? Now whenever I watch TV shows or movies about kids in school, I can silently think to myself "Haha, those suckers." I don't think the fact that I am a full-fledged member of the real world will hit me until I'm done at Weinstein and Offspring, though. Once I'm not working 45 hours a week for free, I'll stop considering myself a college student.

On another note, and a VERY VERY exciting one at that, I am going in for a "preliminary interview and meet & greet" with the writer's assistants for an actual TV show. This is me exercising discretion and not posting all sorts of shit that shouldn't be on the internet for all the world to see. Suffice it to say, it's a scripted show, it's on cable, and some of you may have heard of it. I'm REALLY excited because a job as a writer's assistant is NOT easy to come by. If I could actually get one...well...wow. I've been so lucky with everything since I got out here. Sometimes I can't believe it myself. I mean, do I really deserve such awesome things?

We'll see how this all pans out. If anything, I intend to at least knock everyone's socks off so that even if this show isn't hiring, they all remember me and love me and find another program for me to work on.

Oh, and I met Rosario Dawson today. That didn't seem like it needed to be kept secret.