Tuesday, August 23, 2005
An eyebrow raise to say the least
To anyone who actually 'keeps up' with this thing, do you like reading about my daily life in these depressed, but well represented, journal entries or do you find humorous short-stories (much like the 24hour gym duece story) more appealing? Just a thought. I'm interested to find out. Also, I am the best the ever was, so get over it.
Return of the King
Just as so many times before, the moment has come for my 'triumphant' return to updating my blog, and claiming to become a stickler for improved updates. I shall do my best to maintain a blogger-typing relationship, but like my last three girlfriends...sometimes things just don't work out.
A lot has happened since last week. I suppose the most pressing would be my employement situation. I did take Ewing up on his offer to join his temp agency, a little skeptical of the legitamacy there of, but what do I have to loose right?
This agency was unlike any I have ever known before in that it seemed to have a more professional atmosphere to anything I have known before, let alone a 'sketchy' talent agency. After I met with Ewing's contact on the 'inside' I was asked to take several computer literacy/apptitude tests to challenge my level of basic computer knowledge. Let's just say at the close of the exams I had more 'street cred' than a 16-year-old suburbian girl who hates her parents. I aced all five tests showing scores which placed me into the upper 10 percent of all aplicants. Such acomplishments are always conforting when you fold jeans and t-shirts all day. In the end I was introduced about the office and told I would hear from them very soon. It turns out I was sent to a beautiful high-rise in Santa Monica the very next day in order to file papers at 12 dollars an hour.
Today I was given the opportunity to work in a beautiful high-rise in Downtown LA. I must say, the setting charmed me more than anything. Not only was the building I worked in acceptionally stunning, the atmosphere outside seemed to bustle with the activity of New York City itself. The work was wonderful in that I made 15 dollars an hour to read magazines and write jokes while periodically answering the phone (a total of 8 times in 7 hours). I could certainly grow accustomed to this.
In other earth-shattering news (as I am aware that this entire entry is bordering on trite in its failing ability to provide anything humorous or interesting) I have made my first real friend in the City. His name is Dan, and we first met at a Nebraksa Coast Connection meeting here at CBS television city. Though we met over two months ago, saturday night was the first time we actually hung out as Dan invited me to a party for some of his Peperdine friends in Santa Monica.
I must admit this whole concept of a 'party' had me feeling a little uneasy as I haven't exactly been a 'social butterfly' as of late with the whole lack of friends and everything, so I was a little nervous as to how I was going to adjust to the party scene. For those of you who know me, I will tell you only this: I'm back and better than ever. I turned a group of total strangers, into a group of Moore aficianados who seemed to hang on my every word and action. I must admit it felt good to be back...it was the first time I've been alive since I've been to California.
The addition of Dan to my overall presentation was also flawless. Dan played the role of wingman so brilliantly, his best moments seemed to portray the very stylings of one J Runge-saun on an 'off' night. Dan and I seemed to mesh together so well, many of the party goers assumed we were roomates or best-friends, and couldn't believe it when we explained this was our first outting together. (the entire scenario was much like a moore-runge outting in that we were able to play a wonderful give and take with the crowd, trusting each other's judgement as the game went along. Granted he's no Runge, but he'll do for the time being.)
Other than that, many things remain the same here in Sherman Oaks. My last day at bloomingdale's is Thursday as I prepare to head back to 'the good life' on Saturday for my father's birthday, ryan's wedding, and a much deserved vacation.
It's late now, and I'm tired. I had it coming.
A lot has happened since last week. I suppose the most pressing would be my employement situation. I did take Ewing up on his offer to join his temp agency, a little skeptical of the legitamacy there of, but what do I have to loose right?
This agency was unlike any I have ever known before in that it seemed to have a more professional atmosphere to anything I have known before, let alone a 'sketchy' talent agency. After I met with Ewing's contact on the 'inside' I was asked to take several computer literacy/apptitude tests to challenge my level of basic computer knowledge. Let's just say at the close of the exams I had more 'street cred' than a 16-year-old suburbian girl who hates her parents. I aced all five tests showing scores which placed me into the upper 10 percent of all aplicants. Such acomplishments are always conforting when you fold jeans and t-shirts all day. In the end I was introduced about the office and told I would hear from them very soon. It turns out I was sent to a beautiful high-rise in Santa Monica the very next day in order to file papers at 12 dollars an hour.
Today I was given the opportunity to work in a beautiful high-rise in Downtown LA. I must say, the setting charmed me more than anything. Not only was the building I worked in acceptionally stunning, the atmosphere outside seemed to bustle with the activity of New York City itself. The work was wonderful in that I made 15 dollars an hour to read magazines and write jokes while periodically answering the phone (a total of 8 times in 7 hours). I could certainly grow accustomed to this.
In other earth-shattering news (as I am aware that this entire entry is bordering on trite in its failing ability to provide anything humorous or interesting) I have made my first real friend in the City. His name is Dan, and we first met at a Nebraksa Coast Connection meeting here at CBS television city. Though we met over two months ago, saturday night was the first time we actually hung out as Dan invited me to a party for some of his Peperdine friends in Santa Monica.
I must admit this whole concept of a 'party' had me feeling a little uneasy as I haven't exactly been a 'social butterfly' as of late with the whole lack of friends and everything, so I was a little nervous as to how I was going to adjust to the party scene. For those of you who know me, I will tell you only this: I'm back and better than ever. I turned a group of total strangers, into a group of Moore aficianados who seemed to hang on my every word and action. I must admit it felt good to be back...it was the first time I've been alive since I've been to California.
The addition of Dan to my overall presentation was also flawless. Dan played the role of wingman so brilliantly, his best moments seemed to portray the very stylings of one J Runge-saun on an 'off' night. Dan and I seemed to mesh together so well, many of the party goers assumed we were roomates or best-friends, and couldn't believe it when we explained this was our first outting together. (the entire scenario was much like a moore-runge outting in that we were able to play a wonderful give and take with the crowd, trusting each other's judgement as the game went along. Granted he's no Runge, but he'll do for the time being.)
Other than that, many things remain the same here in Sherman Oaks. My last day at bloomingdale's is Thursday as I prepare to head back to 'the good life' on Saturday for my father's birthday, ryan's wedding, and a much deserved vacation.
It's late now, and I'm tired. I had it coming.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
sometimes it gets to you
Being alone can catch up with you at times. It's a lot like trying to run from someone who is a lot faster than you are. Such is life I suppose.
Brandon just got here today, and Richie, Jeff's friend, rolled in as well AND Goertzen is expected to drop in sometime tomarrow making 7 guys in our two-bed room apartment for the next week. I'm not too excited about that, but I really don't have much I can say.
I suppose the obvious irony in all of this is the fact that I feel so alone, but I am constantly bombarded with people at each an every turn. I want to 'be alone', but on my own terms. I would like to have a place where I can go to get away from everything, but it would appear that this said place doesn't exist for me yet.
I did, however, enjoy the company of my new friend Nicole and her friend Emily. We went to a cool authentic Mexican place just down the street on Ventura. The place was pretty happening, and I must say it was nice to make the company of someone I don't already live with.
I think I might quit my job tomarrow. I really do despise it thus far. I just can't morally find any redeming qualities to selling over-priced merchandise that is supposed to make people feel better about themselves. I think more than that, I'm against how the masses appear so completely oblivious to their foolish behaviors. Such is life I suppose. Ewing is talking noise about a temp agency that can provide some serious income coupled with an extremely flexable schedule. I'm going to play that one by ear and see what transpires.
Thursday was really cool in that I got to be on set for a commercial shot in Encino. It was epic in that I got to be a part of something so incredibly big, for a cast so incredibly small. I would like to do that kind of work. I think I could handle it.
This entry is fairly random in its format, but its very remnant of my brain at this moment. I like that.
Brandon just got here today, and Richie, Jeff's friend, rolled in as well AND Goertzen is expected to drop in sometime tomarrow making 7 guys in our two-bed room apartment for the next week. I'm not too excited about that, but I really don't have much I can say.
I suppose the obvious irony in all of this is the fact that I feel so alone, but I am constantly bombarded with people at each an every turn. I want to 'be alone', but on my own terms. I would like to have a place where I can go to get away from everything, but it would appear that this said place doesn't exist for me yet.
I did, however, enjoy the company of my new friend Nicole and her friend Emily. We went to a cool authentic Mexican place just down the street on Ventura. The place was pretty happening, and I must say it was nice to make the company of someone I don't already live with.
I think I might quit my job tomarrow. I really do despise it thus far. I just can't morally find any redeming qualities to selling over-priced merchandise that is supposed to make people feel better about themselves. I think more than that, I'm against how the masses appear so completely oblivious to their foolish behaviors. Such is life I suppose. Ewing is talking noise about a temp agency that can provide some serious income coupled with an extremely flexable schedule. I'm going to play that one by ear and see what transpires.
Thursday was really cool in that I got to be on set for a commercial shot in Encino. It was epic in that I got to be a part of something so incredibly big, for a cast so incredibly small. I would like to do that kind of work. I think I could handle it.
This entry is fairly random in its format, but its very remnant of my brain at this moment. I like that.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
my life changed
I have just returned home from nothing short of an epic event. The Juice invited me to attend a free concert at UCLA this evening for the Henry Mancini Institute which is an orchestra made up of 84 of the world's top musicians (aged 18-25) There were musicians from all over the world including some of the world's most prestigious music departments. Needless to say they were a talented group of individuals. This evening's event was for world famous film score preformers who have been influencail and who have worked in the buisness. Tonight I was allowed to see the original composer conduct the orchestra through The Incredibles theme, as well as the theme from Forrest Gump and The Village to name a few. These composer/conductors were the true, top of the line, professionals. It was huge to say the least.
I think the most epic portion of the evening was when Juice and I discovered that we were sitting next to one of the original Sienfeld writers. Needless to say, he was cool to talk to.
Other than that, I have a huge tennis match tomarrow morning with the Star City Serpent. (it would be even more of an epic, but Ewing punked out at the last minute.)
I think the most epic portion of the evening was when Juice and I discovered that we were sitting next to one of the original Sienfeld writers. Needless to say, he was cool to talk to.
Other than that, I have a huge tennis match tomarrow morning with the Star City Serpent. (it would be even more of an epic, but Ewing punked out at the last minute.)
Monday, August 01, 2005
Mtv2003? Oh NO! I Don't think So!
So if you were to check the date and time of this post, you would see that it reads,"August 1st 2005, 7:30am!" I'm sure you're puzzled as to why I would be up this early on my day off. An interesting story to say the least, but to quote David Brent "You are the best. Their opinion"
So Kuhns got scouted to audition for the Mtv show 'Next'. I don't really know what the show is about, but it has something to do with him going on a date or something or other. Long story short, after his second audition he was selected to go on this whole date scenerio. Great. Good for him. The plan was for him to be picked up by a limo at 7:00am this morning outside of our apartment. Great.
Last night after a crushing tennis match with Norris (more holds the trouphy for yet another week) I came home to take a shower and lay around 'till Bed-e-bye. Once about 12:30am rolled around, I gave the sandman the headsup and layed my horribly attractive head down for some much deserved rest.
My alarm is going off. My alarm is going off. My alarm is SO loud. My alarm is going off. I roll over to hit my alarm clock to silence. I hit it once, I hit it again, I begin hitting every button trying to get its pulsating unique ring to stop its intervals of annoyance. Only after I realized the alarm was going off in 4 second intervals that I realized it was actually my telephone ringing.
After looking about the room to assure no one had see my emberassment, I picked up the phone to view the dead man's identity(I thought it was TJG, and I was going to kill him) on my caller ID. Upon seeing a unidentified California number, I thought it could be any one of my LA contacts, and I threw on my best 7:00am voice and prepared to hear from my big break.
Blade Miracle has begun to redicule Kuhns. Its become his new game I guess. He enjoys it. For some reason, Justin's phone has the propensity to drop calls frequently. His phone just won't ring and there will be no missed call notification or voice message of any kind. His phone just won't ring. Blade loves it, and calls justin all the time. Just last week Blade, in jest, said "Kuhns, I hope you miss an important call because your phone sucks."
I don't remember what the woman on the other end began speaking about, but about 6 words in, she began about, "from Mtv, and Justin was suppose to be outside 20 minutes ago...do YOU know where he is?" I looked about the room blindly and saw no sign of Kuhns. I got up off the bed and marched through the apartment looking for my roomie when I discovered him standing in the kitchen.
I said into the receiver, "I found him, he's in the kitchen. Kuhns, the Limo is outside." After that last bit of news, Kuhns looked down to his dormant telephone, used a curse word, and began to hustle to slip his shoes on. With my 'Job' done my attention went back to the Mtv exec on my telephone...then it struck me. "So how did you get my number out of curiousity?"
Without hesitation she replied, "Well, Justin listed you as his Emergency contact, and this is an emergency...so" Wow. What an honor. If Kuhns died, I would be notified. I've never felt like more of an adult in my entire life. As kuhns scrambled to get his shoes on, I realized something; I had been complaining since I arrived in California that I was socialy the most adapt creature I've ever met, and If I had the chance to shoot the breeze with some higer-up I would blow them away. I saw my reflection in the hall mirror still in my pajamas with the phone on my ear...the 'A' game so many have experienced and come to fear came back in my eyes..."Let's do this".
I started out slow, still on the subject of Kuhns, but then I began talking about my day's plans, about Justin in General, about Nebraska, what I did the night before, if I'm hansome, how she's single...you know the drill. Moore began to come out, and I had this girl laughing like I was Pryor in the 70s. I could tell she was busy, and needed to get off the phone, but I wouldn't let her. I would send her a quick 1-liner, or a compliment of some sort, and she couldn't get enough. I had her hook-line-sinker and just kept rolling.
When I decided the converstaion could end, I drifted toward calling back or something or other and we began our good-byes (not without me hitting on her one more time). She laughed hard again, and I pushed the 'end' button. I looked at the call time, and I had turned a 30second converstation into an 8 minute social meet-and-greet. If felt really good to practice the old skill, and gave me plenty of reassurance that when the time is right...I can and WILL knock them dead. I just have to wait for my chance to have that conversation or meeting...and they're toast.
Something big is on the way...I can feel it. (Or maybe that's just the morning duece.)
So Kuhns got scouted to audition for the Mtv show 'Next'. I don't really know what the show is about, but it has something to do with him going on a date or something or other. Long story short, after his second audition he was selected to go on this whole date scenerio. Great. Good for him. The plan was for him to be picked up by a limo at 7:00am this morning outside of our apartment. Great.
Last night after a crushing tennis match with Norris (more holds the trouphy for yet another week) I came home to take a shower and lay around 'till Bed-e-bye. Once about 12:30am rolled around, I gave the sandman the headsup and layed my horribly attractive head down for some much deserved rest.
My alarm is going off. My alarm is going off. My alarm is SO loud. My alarm is going off. I roll over to hit my alarm clock to silence. I hit it once, I hit it again, I begin hitting every button trying to get its pulsating unique ring to stop its intervals of annoyance. Only after I realized the alarm was going off in 4 second intervals that I realized it was actually my telephone ringing.
After looking about the room to assure no one had see my emberassment, I picked up the phone to view the dead man's identity(I thought it was TJG, and I was going to kill him) on my caller ID. Upon seeing a unidentified California number, I thought it could be any one of my LA contacts, and I threw on my best 7:00am voice and prepared to hear from my big break.
Blade Miracle has begun to redicule Kuhns. Its become his new game I guess. He enjoys it. For some reason, Justin's phone has the propensity to drop calls frequently. His phone just won't ring and there will be no missed call notification or voice message of any kind. His phone just won't ring. Blade loves it, and calls justin all the time. Just last week Blade, in jest, said "Kuhns, I hope you miss an important call because your phone sucks."
I don't remember what the woman on the other end began speaking about, but about 6 words in, she began about, "from Mtv, and Justin was suppose to be outside 20 minutes ago...do YOU know where he is?" I looked about the room blindly and saw no sign of Kuhns. I got up off the bed and marched through the apartment looking for my roomie when I discovered him standing in the kitchen.
I said into the receiver, "I found him, he's in the kitchen. Kuhns, the Limo is outside." After that last bit of news, Kuhns looked down to his dormant telephone, used a curse word, and began to hustle to slip his shoes on. With my 'Job' done my attention went back to the Mtv exec on my telephone...then it struck me. "So how did you get my number out of curiousity?"
Without hesitation she replied, "Well, Justin listed you as his Emergency contact, and this is an emergency...so" Wow. What an honor. If Kuhns died, I would be notified. I've never felt like more of an adult in my entire life. As kuhns scrambled to get his shoes on, I realized something; I had been complaining since I arrived in California that I was socialy the most adapt creature I've ever met, and If I had the chance to shoot the breeze with some higer-up I would blow them away. I saw my reflection in the hall mirror still in my pajamas with the phone on my ear...the 'A' game so many have experienced and come to fear came back in my eyes..."Let's do this".
I started out slow, still on the subject of Kuhns, but then I began talking about my day's plans, about Justin in General, about Nebraska, what I did the night before, if I'm hansome, how she's single...you know the drill. Moore began to come out, and I had this girl laughing like I was Pryor in the 70s. I could tell she was busy, and needed to get off the phone, but I wouldn't let her. I would send her a quick 1-liner, or a compliment of some sort, and she couldn't get enough. I had her hook-line-sinker and just kept rolling.
When I decided the converstaion could end, I drifted toward calling back or something or other and we began our good-byes (not without me hitting on her one more time). She laughed hard again, and I pushed the 'end' button. I looked at the call time, and I had turned a 30second converstation into an 8 minute social meet-and-greet. If felt really good to practice the old skill, and gave me plenty of reassurance that when the time is right...I can and WILL knock them dead. I just have to wait for my chance to have that conversation or meeting...and they're toast.
Something big is on the way...I can feel it. (Or maybe that's just the morning duece.)
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