This weekend I went swimming and was able to live my dream of being to go swimming with my pooch. Unfortunately, she didn't take to the water as much as I was hoping and proceeded to kick the living socks off of me. And I tried a few times, so the end result was a battered me. Then last night, despite having not picked up a softball in three years, I played in a game. I was outfield and the lowlight of my game was when a grounder came to me, and I tripped, on nothing, got the ball, and threw it to god-knows where. The highlight was when a grounder came to me, a little to the right, and I slid on my knees, scooped it up and tossed it to second. Between the falls and all the running, my legs are sore and I'm pretty sure my knee wants to disown me. I was playing on the team from my new job and am going to feel quite silly limping into work this morning.
In other news, I went to The Abbey in West Hollywood for dinner and drinks on Saturday and a newly married gay couple walked in. The whole place erupted into cheers and clapping and it was such a wonderful moment that tears pricked my eyes.
My parents are coming to stay with me this weekend, actually sleep in my apartment and everything, and I'm thinking it will be a good weekend if it doesn't end in divorce or manslaughter.
Funny how time flies when I'm writing on this thing. Must go get in the shower. Have a pleasant day.
Oh and I hate to report this but Spark, for those of you who may be checking in, is not quite done yet. I feel like such a jerk for not finishing it yet but it's been a busy couple of months. It's coming soon-ish. I'm sorry for the wait.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
The Neighborhood
Man oh man. So me and my friend Emily used to always talk about how we wanted to get into a bar fight one day. Just sock some snotty-totty in the face with a groucho-guncho. Of course, us being loving and compassionate people never did. And I never even wanted to...until tonight. So me and a few friends went to this bar tonight which was clearly 21+. A friend and I were in line with several, several other ladies when these two girls, who, going on best guesses here, couldn't have been much older than 15, walk past the line straight into the bathroom. Well needless to say, everyone was like "Whoa, whoa, whoa there". These chicks were definitely not old enough to be there and clearly weren't polite enough to wait in line. So they skipped ahead. Well these Mary-Kate and Ashley wannabes didn't say a word and just went right in the bathroom, and waited in the line that finished in there.
Okay, one: I'm able to overlook the whole fake-id thing if you maybe act like you have a brain and
two: Don't start talking loudly using tooo much profanity, (where it's clear you are trying to prove how "mature" you are), and talk about your "boyfriend", who heaven help us all, was at least close to 15 and not one of the sleezy MEN outside of the bathroom.
Okay, well the girls in front of us aren't having it and apparently, (we missed most of the fun part), said their words and skipped in front of the teens. Well the Teens retailated by speaking loudly and obnoixiously in their most sarcastic voice, "Oh I'm so cool, I'm soooo cool!!" Oh, I hate you. These little girls were really starting to grate on me, when luckily a stall opened up and they went inside. (It was a full stall so their horrible voices could be drowned out.)
This was more than kids trying to have fun. This was kids that should be glad I'm a nice person. Because I'm calm and laid back and I almost slapped them. In fact, I asked a friend of mine to bail me out if I got arrested because I was THAT sure I was going to explode.
It was the worst type of girl...ever. I'm not doing a great job of explaining but I almost called Emily to say, "My time is here".
Okay, so I wasn't going to let these kids ruin my night! Late night we went to my friends house with karaoke and I had stopped by my house to get some stuff and I saw my neighbor. I invited him along and he came with.
We started talking about the people in our building and this one car who has, very long story, but constantly been an issue. Well I mentioned in this that now that he parked beside me, he was slamming his door into the side of my car.
My neighbor did not take well to this and I agreed.
We went, we sang. Etc, etc.
Okay, so we just got back a little while ago, 5am west coast time, and we pull up in the driveway and when we get out of the car, Neighbor eyes car beside me and says, "We should do something to his car". I laugh, and say "Like what?"
At this point I'm getting slightly nervous, but he doesn't need any more words. Next thing I know, he is stepping onto the hood of the car. I am laughing but still not completely clear on what's going on...
Yes, and then I hear it. He may, or may not have been peeing on this car. Oh man! That's the craziest thing ever. But somehow it makes me nervous that it's going to get traced back to me. And my car is going to get even more dents in it. but for some reason, right now, I think it might be worth it.
Ask me again tomorrow morning.
Also today in the neighborhood, a pipe burst and my street flooded like 2 feet! Up to our second step to our building! Crazy!
And then when I got home this afternoon, there was a hole where my street once was and my water didn't work. As far as I can tell, all has been restored.
Holy cow. I just noticed the sun was rising. Must go to sleep.
Buenos Noches
Okay, one: I'm able to overlook the whole fake-id thing if you maybe act like you have a brain and
two: Don't start talking loudly using tooo much profanity, (where it's clear you are trying to prove how "mature" you are), and talk about your "boyfriend", who heaven help us all, was at least close to 15 and not one of the sleezy MEN outside of the bathroom.
Okay, well the girls in front of us aren't having it and apparently, (we missed most of the fun part), said their words and skipped in front of the teens. Well the Teens retailated by speaking loudly and obnoixiously in their most sarcastic voice, "Oh I'm so cool, I'm soooo cool!!" Oh, I hate you. These little girls were really starting to grate on me, when luckily a stall opened up and they went inside. (It was a full stall so their horrible voices could be drowned out.)
This was more than kids trying to have fun. This was kids that should be glad I'm a nice person. Because I'm calm and laid back and I almost slapped them. In fact, I asked a friend of mine to bail me out if I got arrested because I was THAT sure I was going to explode.
It was the worst type of girl...ever. I'm not doing a great job of explaining but I almost called Emily to say, "My time is here".
Okay, so I wasn't going to let these kids ruin my night! Late night we went to my friends house with karaoke and I had stopped by my house to get some stuff and I saw my neighbor. I invited him along and he came with.
We started talking about the people in our building and this one car who has, very long story, but constantly been an issue. Well I mentioned in this that now that he parked beside me, he was slamming his door into the side of my car.
My neighbor did not take well to this and I agreed.
We went, we sang. Etc, etc.
Okay, so we just got back a little while ago, 5am west coast time, and we pull up in the driveway and when we get out of the car, Neighbor eyes car beside me and says, "We should do something to his car". I laugh, and say "Like what?"
At this point I'm getting slightly nervous, but he doesn't need any more words. Next thing I know, he is stepping onto the hood of the car. I am laughing but still not completely clear on what's going on...
Yes, and then I hear it. He may, or may not have been peeing on this car. Oh man! That's the craziest thing ever. But somehow it makes me nervous that it's going to get traced back to me. And my car is going to get even more dents in it. but for some reason, right now, I think it might be worth it.
Ask me again tomorrow morning.
Also today in the neighborhood, a pipe burst and my street flooded like 2 feet! Up to our second step to our building! Crazy!
And then when I got home this afternoon, there was a hole where my street once was and my water didn't work. As far as I can tell, all has been restored.
Holy cow. I just noticed the sun was rising. Must go to sleep.
Buenos Noches
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Is 25 Too Old To Be Put Up For Adoption?
I think I need to stop talking to my parents about politics.
Also, baby is here! All my one or two readers already know this but I can't write a blog today and not say: WOOOOO!
Also, baby is here! All my one or two readers already know this but I can't write a blog today and not say: WOOOOO!
Untilted (like Snow Patrol)
What's it called when you see something done better than you think you could have ever done, and it makes you discouraged? Creative jobs suck that way. I get in these slumps so easy and it totally throws me off my game. With editing, it makes me go on doubting everything I cut.
i watched this music video the other day that totally got me feeling all doubtful. And I'm sitting in my substandard cubicle, (editing in a cubicle is just one more casualty of editing software becoming so cheap that you can pack six editors in a small room that would once house just one Avid), and I'm cutting this stuff that I never really wanted to cut, but now that I've been forced to make a career out of it, think I've done okay for myself. But not being the best, (I know what you're thinking, and yes, I'm one of those), gets under my skin so much that I can barely sit still in my chair when I'm screening with my producer. But it makes me wonder, hope, think...will I be better at narrative if I can ever get my hand out of my wallet long enough to find out?
This stuff I've been doing is so documentary-esque. And I used to think it was the no-script part that got me. While that's certainly part of it, it's also a different type of editing. Where edits are made of out necessity and fast cuts and flashy transitions are used to speed things along. Where the cuts aim to be subtle but the producer never appreciates the extra beat you leave to let something breathe. Where it's tighten, tighten, tighten. While I appreciate the general note of, "Okay let's speed things along..." I have this thread in my mind, hopefully from the tiny twenty minutes I spent with the lovely narrative where I feel like nuances are appreciated. But, mind you, I haven't even gotten the chance to find out in the professional world.
So that's my career woes in a nutshell. Basically I don't even know if I am going to be good at what I want to do. And I kind of have to be. And I'm not the best at the alternative. Hmmm. Anyway, that's it for now.
i watched this music video the other day that totally got me feeling all doubtful. And I'm sitting in my substandard cubicle, (editing in a cubicle is just one more casualty of editing software becoming so cheap that you can pack six editors in a small room that would once house just one Avid), and I'm cutting this stuff that I never really wanted to cut, but now that I've been forced to make a career out of it, think I've done okay for myself. But not being the best, (I know what you're thinking, and yes, I'm one of those), gets under my skin so much that I can barely sit still in my chair when I'm screening with my producer. But it makes me wonder, hope, think...will I be better at narrative if I can ever get my hand out of my wallet long enough to find out?
This stuff I've been doing is so documentary-esque. And I used to think it was the no-script part that got me. While that's certainly part of it, it's also a different type of editing. Where edits are made of out necessity and fast cuts and flashy transitions are used to speed things along. Where the cuts aim to be subtle but the producer never appreciates the extra beat you leave to let something breathe. Where it's tighten, tighten, tighten. While I appreciate the general note of, "Okay let's speed things along..." I have this thread in my mind, hopefully from the tiny twenty minutes I spent with the lovely narrative where I feel like nuances are appreciated. But, mind you, I haven't even gotten the chance to find out in the professional world.
So that's my career woes in a nutshell. Basically I don't even know if I am going to be good at what I want to do. And I kind of have to be. And I'm not the best at the alternative. Hmmm. Anyway, that's it for now.
Friday, June 06, 2008
eh
Oh man. I have been feeling pretty sick for the last 24 hours. I had to dart from a restaurant last night just to keep from disgusting all the patrons. When I did get home, I had a nice throw up session which left me feeling a little better. This morning, my stomach is still not completely happy, especially when I think of something I ate the other day which must of been the culprit because my stomach turns at the mere thought of it.
Somehow I can't get it out of my mind and am seriously wondering if I should go to work today.
On to more exciting news, my friend should be having a baby in the near future and I am soo excited for her!
Suffering a life of middle child syndrome, I got her two little boys a gift of their own. Tees from threadless. Apparently the risk I took of getting children clothes, which from my experience is usually a miss, paid off! They love them. That excitement has been staying with me all week! I love being the cool aunt!
Anyway, kailey, I can't wait to meet you!
Can't wait for pictures!
uodate: Okay, totally went to work and turned right back around. Eh.
Somehow I can't get it out of my mind and am seriously wondering if I should go to work today.
On to more exciting news, my friend should be having a baby in the near future and I am soo excited for her!
Suffering a life of middle child syndrome, I got her two little boys a gift of their own. Tees from threadless. Apparently the risk I took of getting children clothes, which from my experience is usually a miss, paid off! They love them. That excitement has been staying with me all week! I love being the cool aunt!
Anyway, kailey, I can't wait to meet you!
Can't wait for pictures!
uodate: Okay, totally went to work and turned right back around. Eh.
Monday, June 02, 2008
AH!
Ever had a once in a lifetime moment only to find out you jumped the gun too fast and RUINED it?!? Me! I did tonight!
Sunday, June 01, 2008
I Got My Hair Did
Yes, it's one of those lame pictures where you can tell I'm holding the camera out, and yes, I'm making a completely posey face, but understand people, I take terrible photos so when I had to take one for my east coast people, I had to be prepared to take about a million, and yes, I make faces in all of them. Judge me not for the photo, but for the hair itself. Woot!
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