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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Strong 1, Gyllenhaal 0.
This lovely bruise on my arm is from the IV yesterday. And today I was back at work, and then several hours put in at my internship (where I met Rider Strong, the eight year old inside me died). And by "met", I mean I was introduced to him and I was too shy to make eye contact. What the heck, Ann!
It's funny that today at work, while working on writing a grant, I was dying of boredom and wishing I had taken the impractical route and gone to art school. I took the most impractical of practical routes, getting a B.A. in Writing at a UC, but still it was much too practical to turn art into practice...if that makes any sense. So I was sitting at my desk, staring at a grant format and wishing that I was a graphic designer instead.
Then I went to my internship and was instantly put to work (well, after several games of Crazy Eights with a drop-in student) on InDesign, tweeking up two flyers. I felt so much happier and more at home hunched over a computer and fretting over centimeters and white space. And therein lies my quandry again, how do I make money doing what I love?
Isn't that the quandry of the world?
P.S. I am so excited about The Science of Sleep!
P.P.S. To your left, you will see that the long-hiatused Archives are back.
Monday, September 18, 2006
When I was your age, Pluto was a Planet.
Tomorrow morning at 8am, I'm getting another surgical procedure for what's been rendering me incapacitated at night for the past three weeks. I swear my stomach is trying to crawl out of my body in rebellion of adapting to ever growing up. And I suspect it's making a mad dash back to San Diego.
Otherwise, I'm doing quite well. My boss is really wonderful, my internship is always opening my eyes, and I'm surrounded by inspiring, gorgeous people. There's a red velvet cake from Doughboys sitting on my kitchen counter, begging my attention hourly.
You know what freaks me out? IVs. Just that it's a bag of clear liquid, what'sinthatliquidanyway, and it's just dripdripdripping into my veins via a tiny needle in my arm. And half an hour later, I'll look up and the bag is half empty. WHERE DID IT EMPTY ITSELF INTO?! My body! Where is it! Where is the space in my veins for all this extraneous liquid? And then the fact that the doctor injects the drugs into the IV tube that will knock me out, and that if a tiny air bubble gets into it, my heart will explode and die...it's almost too much to think about, and possibly what is flaring up the ulcers anyway.
Do I sound insane already? Well, here's a list then.
Good Things:
- red velvet cake from Doughboys
- Lolita
- really really attractive surprises (and by this, I mean boys)
- Gilmore Girls, both season 7 starting and season 6 on DVD!
- Grey's Anatomy (I watch too much TV...)
- so many art shows to go to
- the anticipation of The Last Kiss
- Marie Clare with delicious Maggie Gyllenhaal on the cover
- working with kids again at 826LA
- finding out that 4 out of the 5 students in the project I taught last Spring were selected to exhibit at MOPA
- really really good mornings
- having a brand new city under my fingertips
- feeling inspired to write again, especially for this
- ideas to write a comprehensive guide to SD
- very loving friends to miss in SD
- trip to San Francisco again next weekend!
- H&M opening all over LA this week ;)
- the way my boyfriend hugs me
P.S. I'm sorta depressed how out of the loop I am in music. I really have got to catch up so that I don't read Pitchfork with the impression that I've stumbled across some intergalactical black hole of time, into future Plutonian news. (Oh Pluto, how I barely knew you).
Saturday, September 16, 2006
LA Natives & Transplants: Quick! I need a crash course in places to eat, be, and see!
Friday, September 08, 2006
Graduation, and the big After.
Over Labor Day weekend, while everyone else was spending time driving to the overcrowded beaches and enjoying the dregs of summer, Ryan and I were driving up and down southern California, moving most of my stuff into my new studio apartment and his new room at CalArts, and clearing out his now-vacated one bedroom apartment in San Diego. We were exhausted, sweaty, smelly, sore, and sick (well, I was really sick all weekend with the ulcers burning in my stomach).
We stayed at my new apartment all weekend because we moved Ryan's bed here first, but the electric company couldn't turn on my electricity until Tuesday. So we sat around by candlelight at night, and I just took a moment alone to revel in how fun it was to be having these moments -- being young and slightly economically disadvantaged, idealistic and hopeful, and really really in love. Remember that weekend we first moved into LA and had no electricity so we took showers by candlelight?
I still don't have my own internet yet, which will hopefully be installed this weekend. Everything is thrilling but also stressful, once I get more things set up, there will be a lot more pictures to update with. I need to get back to writing fiction. I'm starting my internship with 826LA hopefully next week, now that I'm getting more into the swing of things.
Make sure you get my new address.
I'm going to take a moment to be sentimental; I'm almost absolutely positive that I wouldn't even be in the whole piece I'm in if the boy wasn't around to help me every step of the way, from carrying 21 boxes of books to putting together all my (adopted from him) furniture to just holding my hand through the 3 hour drives.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Is it possible to just be whelmed?
Saw apartment Wednesday, signed lease today, started moving in, will fully move in over the weekend.
Just call me an Angelino.
God I need so much sleep.
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