It's been about 3 weeks since I've dropped into LA. I'll give you the quick notes:
Dan opened his arms and has allowed me to stay at his place. Though I feel like a small burden, he has assured me that I am not. It makes me feel much better. And he's helping me find my own place. (I'll be better for both of us...) *smiles*
While I have no actual job, I've been bombarded with lots of listings. Only now am I getting to them. It's overwhelming to say the least. But I really hope I grab something good.
I've met a lot of Dan's friends. They are awesome. It's almost like I never left Boston. Karaoke has become a weekly thing. Most recently, I sang one of my favorites "Ain't No Mountain High Enough". You can't sing that one alone. So it's great that I sang it with this new friend of mine, Melissa. It was the most EPIC performance I can think of to date. Truly an awesome moment.
If I keep going the way I'm going, I'm never going to be comfortable sleeping on a regular bed. Forever will I be conditioned to sleeping on a couch.
"School Daze" is nearing completion. I'm almost done with creating an full episode. It's hard to do alone: writing the questions and such.
Halloween Parade: AWESOME! But I didn't find any other members of the Scooby Gang.
BUT: I did win a new "Mystery Machine" (AKA: A new bike).
If anyone from Boston is reading this, just know that I love you all and miss you tons. But I'm having a good time here in LA. I don't know when I'll be back to the East Coast, but rest assured that when I do, it'll be an event.
Ok. That's It For Now. Peace.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Post Party Ponderings
Last night, Lir hosted a goodbye party for me. I had invited as many friends as I could, and a huge number of them showed up. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be blown away by the support of people like them.
I arrived 30 minutes late (as is traditional for me), and was greeted by Mario (who had just gotten back from year in Arizona). He's always been there for me, so it was great to see him.
I rush upstairs to find the room adorned with balloons, a food table with pizza and cupcakes, and some of my friends milling about. It takes a lot for me to blush (mainly because I don't think I'm physically able to do so), but that moment was probably the closest I've gotten. The entire staff had put together so much effort, and it was all for me. I couldn't believe it. It was incredible.
I gave my hugs and chatted with people, while enjoying a beer or shot. I had asked my friend Fiona to buy a notebook for me so that people could write in it, for the sole purpose that I wanted something to read on the plane ride to LA. The only stipulation was that the only person not aloud to write or even look in it was myself. I'm not to open the book until I am airborne (currently, the book is in my backpack, wrapped in a plastic bag. It is very hard for me not to break my own promise...).
I could go on about everything that happened that night, but what I'm getting at is that it did not hit me till I woke up this morning that I really am going to miss this place and the people who are residing here. One person said that "this is not goodbye, it's just see ya later." I asked why, and she had a good response to it: "you're merely moving away; I say goodbye to those who have left this world." And I understood.
I am horrible at correspondence, so I've told everyone to hold me accountable for keeping in touch with them (if indeed they want to keep in touch with me). But I won't forget them. They won't let me.
Anyway, the entire night was a great success, and I feel great. At the same time, I feel uncertain about what the future will bring. I don't enjoy saying goodbye. Especially to those I care about.
So, if you are reading this, just know that I love you very much (Unless you're Lisa Loeb, then instead I love you very very much).
Thanks for the great experiences, and continue to be the awesome person you are.
Peace Out.
I arrived 30 minutes late (as is traditional for me), and was greeted by Mario (who had just gotten back from year in Arizona). He's always been there for me, so it was great to see him.
I rush upstairs to find the room adorned with balloons, a food table with pizza and cupcakes, and some of my friends milling about. It takes a lot for me to blush (mainly because I don't think I'm physically able to do so), but that moment was probably the closest I've gotten. The entire staff had put together so much effort, and it was all for me. I couldn't believe it. It was incredible.
I gave my hugs and chatted with people, while enjoying a beer or shot. I had asked my friend Fiona to buy a notebook for me so that people could write in it, for the sole purpose that I wanted something to read on the plane ride to LA. The only stipulation was that the only person not aloud to write or even look in it was myself. I'm not to open the book until I am airborne (currently, the book is in my backpack, wrapped in a plastic bag. It is very hard for me not to break my own promise...).
I could go on about everything that happened that night, but what I'm getting at is that it did not hit me till I woke up this morning that I really am going to miss this place and the people who are residing here. One person said that "this is not goodbye, it's just see ya later." I asked why, and she had a good response to it: "you're merely moving away; I say goodbye to those who have left this world." And I understood.
I am horrible at correspondence, so I've told everyone to hold me accountable for keeping in touch with them (if indeed they want to keep in touch with me). But I won't forget them. They won't let me.
Anyway, the entire night was a great success, and I feel great. At the same time, I feel uncertain about what the future will bring. I don't enjoy saying goodbye. Especially to those I care about.
So, if you are reading this, just know that I love you very much (Unless you're Lisa Loeb, then instead I love you very very much).
Thanks for the great experiences, and continue to be the awesome person you are.
Peace Out.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The Beginning Of The End: Part 1
On October 14th, 2009, the city of Los Angeles will be ROCKED!
This happens to be the official date that I leave Boston and head for LA. It will be a direct flight, which will be nice; the flight will be a long one. Flying JetBlue; first time, so I'm pretty pumped.
This officially means that I have less than a month left on the East Coast. So I want to pay tribute to some of the many things this place has given me over the past 23 years. Over the next few posts, I will be highlighting some of my favorite (and not so favorite) things about Boston, and the East in general [Boston You're My Home]
I'll also be sharing some of the stuff that has happened to me during the summer, since I've been pretty quiet about it [Summer of Stad 09]
Finally, I want to give a glimpse into what I hope to accomplish when I finally get to LA. I mean, why not? This is my blog after all [L.A.te Nite Plans]
Because I'm feeling nice, I'll do one quick one right now.
BYMH#1: the MBTA
Say what you will about America's oldest subway system, but if it wasn't in existence, Boston would be screwed. I have lived off this system since the day I was born. It's always been a love/HATE relationship between me and the T. I love that you can get almost anywhere in Boston via bus or subway. I hate that you have to budget a good 20 minutes to your traveling time (and that's just on a good day). Even today, the Orange Line caught on fire. Again. In the recent past, there have been many accidents (with a few of them being fatal). And the general manager/president has been ousted. The list could continue: rude workers, rude people, unfinished platforms, disgusting cabs, late buses, no A/C, the fact that it shuts down at 12:30 (like the rest of town; stay tuned for that post)...
But there are some great things about it, too. I've met some really cool MBTA workers through riding the same bus or train at the same exact time day after day. And a few of them have even been promoted to better jobs in the company. Although the system can be very slow, it DOES get you to where you want to go (eventually). I remember a time where the fare was 60 cents. Even now, the T is not that expensive compared to other cities. And it really can get you almost ANYWHERE in Boston. You could get from Fisherman's Wharf to the Burlington Mall if you wanted to (via a couple of transfers). I've never owned a car, and I've never had a need to own one because I can get to where I want to go via the T.
The system is a bit convoluted, the track record (no pun intended) is a bit spotty at times, and the tracks themselves have not changed since the beginning of their run (the antique trains on display at the Boylston T stop could run on the current track system today), but for what it's worth, the Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority is part of the pulse that keeps Boston moving.
And I'm going to miss that when I leave, as I can't get anywhere without a set of wheels in LA.
So there you have it. Now I'm off to bed for a work day tomorrow that should be interesting, followed by a outing at night that should prove to be eventful.
Peace.
This happens to be the official date that I leave Boston and head for LA. It will be a direct flight, which will be nice; the flight will be a long one. Flying JetBlue; first time, so I'm pretty pumped.
This officially means that I have less than a month left on the East Coast. So I want to pay tribute to some of the many things this place has given me over the past 23 years. Over the next few posts, I will be highlighting some of my favorite (and not so favorite) things about Boston, and the East in general [Boston You're My Home]
I'll also be sharing some of the stuff that has happened to me during the summer, since I've been pretty quiet about it [Summer of Stad 09]
Finally, I want to give a glimpse into what I hope to accomplish when I finally get to LA. I mean, why not? This is my blog after all [L.A.te Nite Plans]
Because I'm feeling nice, I'll do one quick one right now.
BYMH#1: the MBTA
Say what you will about America's oldest subway system, but if it wasn't in existence, Boston would be screwed. I have lived off this system since the day I was born. It's always been a love/HATE relationship between me and the T. I love that you can get almost anywhere in Boston via bus or subway. I hate that you have to budget a good 20 minutes to your traveling time (and that's just on a good day). Even today, the Orange Line caught on fire. Again. In the recent past, there have been many accidents (with a few of them being fatal). And the general manager/president has been ousted. The list could continue: rude workers, rude people, unfinished platforms, disgusting cabs, late buses, no A/C, the fact that it shuts down at 12:30 (like the rest of town; stay tuned for that post)...
But there are some great things about it, too. I've met some really cool MBTA workers through riding the same bus or train at the same exact time day after day. And a few of them have even been promoted to better jobs in the company. Although the system can be very slow, it DOES get you to where you want to go (eventually). I remember a time where the fare was 60 cents. Even now, the T is not that expensive compared to other cities. And it really can get you almost ANYWHERE in Boston. You could get from Fisherman's Wharf to the Burlington Mall if you wanted to (via a couple of transfers). I've never owned a car, and I've never had a need to own one because I can get to where I want to go via the T.
The system is a bit convoluted, the track record (no pun intended) is a bit spotty at times, and the tracks themselves have not changed since the beginning of their run (the antique trains on display at the Boylston T stop could run on the current track system today), but for what it's worth, the Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority is part of the pulse that keeps Boston moving.
And I'm going to miss that when I leave, as I can't get anywhere without a set of wheels in LA.
So there you have it. Now I'm off to bed for a work day tomorrow that should be interesting, followed by a outing at night that should prove to be eventful.
Peace.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Tick Tock Goes The Clock
Now, I'm not sure how many people actually read this. I barely read this myself. But with less than month to go, I've gotta say that I'm really excited.
I'm changing my OkCupid location to Los Angeles, CA as of tonight.
I've begun picking out my clothes for the new change of climate
The connections that I have are being contacted one by one.
I'm making more game show ideas.
I'm super excited to see Dan.
More To Come.
I'm changing my OkCupid location to Los Angeles, CA as of tonight.
I've begun picking out my clothes for the new change of climate
The connections that I have are being contacted one by one.
I'm making more game show ideas.
I'm super excited to see Dan.
More To Come.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Ups & Downs
I am currently walking home from what I am calling an early night. Normally, I'm at Lir having a few and enjoying myself. But tonight I'm just not feeling it. I went to tr ER last weekend so I am recooperating from that. I did go to Lir tonight for Katiey's birthday party, but I didn't feel too well. So a trip to thr pizza shop for 2 cheese slices was the next destination for myself. The oddest part was that I suddenly fell into a very dark mood, and I felt like I had no one to turn to. I sat outside tomb eating the slices alone in silence.
I don't totally know why I feel this way right now, but I do know that the reason why I am writing this here is because I don't want to bother anyone else. I fell like I've already done too much of that today. It is hard to explain.
I'm at a point in my life where I yearn for change. As such, I can't wait to move. And I've allowed myself to go outside my comfort zone and do new things. But at the same time, I've also made myself vunerable to the elements. And sometimes a wave of depression swallows me.
In due time, things will pass. But for the meantime, the only urge I have right now is to disappear (in any way, shape, or form). Who knows when I will return.
Peace.
I don't totally know why I feel this way right now, but I do know that the reason why I am writing this here is because I don't want to bother anyone else. I fell like I've already done too much of that today. It is hard to explain.
I'm at a point in my life where I yearn for change. As such, I can't wait to move. And I've allowed myself to go outside my comfort zone and do new things. But at the same time, I've also made myself vunerable to the elements. And sometimes a wave of depression swallows me.
In due time, things will pass. But for the meantime, the only urge I have right now is to disappear (in any way, shape, or form). Who knows when I will return.
Peace.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Small Brain Dump
With a game chosen, Burnt Underwear Productions is gearing up for its first production. More on that in a later post.
I'm subcoming to peer pressure: I'm getting a twitter account, if for the sole reason that I can Instantly share all the crazy stuff I hear at the bar.
I've got a little over three months remaining until the big move. I've vowed to make the most of it by stepping out of my shell. Dangerous excitment awaits.
I spent last night with one of my favorite people. I can't wait to do it again.
The world is still reeling over the loss of Michael Jackson. But let's not forget about America's pin-up girl and America's sidekick. You will all be missed.
It's fairly quiet here at Lir tonight. But it's a bit refreshing, albeit not very profitable.
That's the report for this week. Andrew, you're a rockstar and if you know things will be ok, I know things will be ok. Love ya, bro.
Peace.
I'm subcoming to peer pressure: I'm getting a twitter account, if for the sole reason that I can Instantly share all the crazy stuff I hear at the bar.
I've got a little over three months remaining until the big move. I've vowed to make the most of it by stepping out of my shell. Dangerous excitment awaits.
I spent last night with one of my favorite people. I can't wait to do it again.
The world is still reeling over the loss of Michael Jackson. But let's not forget about America's pin-up girl and America's sidekick. You will all be missed.
It's fairly quiet here at Lir tonight. But it's a bit refreshing, albeit not very profitable.
That's the report for this week. Andrew, you're a rockstar and if you know things will be ok, I know things will be ok. Love ya, bro.
Peace.
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