Oh man, I’ve been a right bitch abandoning this for so long. A thousand apologies! Pathetic Excuse: I’ve actually had a social life this week. I’ve gone out twice in seven days! That’s like an all time record for your Friendly Neighborhood Shut-In!
In case you’re wondering, that’s not what I’m squee-ing about.
I’m squee-ing because this week has also included the following highlights: another e-mail reply from my favorite novelist in the entire world (John Boston, author of the criminally under-appreciated Naked Came The Sasquatch), an e-mail from Jonathan Coulton (SQUEEEEEEE), and I’ve officially enrolled in the UCLA Writing Program.
It’s been a great week. Clearly. And the goodness is just starting! I’ve given my official notice at work for my intended resignation (on letterhead and everything), we’re looking at apartments and job openings…things are looking up for our plucky heroes!
Our budgeting is on target, we’re on a roll with the new script, my friend who’s already an experienced PA is teaching me his Jedi ways…so why am I so nervous now that it’s all going to start happening? Everything’s starting to come together, and it’s freaking me the fuck out. In a good way.
It’s just that I’ve been twiddling my thumbs for the past five months waiting for all the pieces to fall into place, and it’s become kind of comfortable. I get to be the cool girl who’s quitting her job and moving to Los Angeles to become a writer, but I haven’t had to actually do anything yet.
Now I have to start doing shit. Ugh.
In other news, DISNEYLAND IN LESS THAN TWO WEEKS! Oh, Disney Parks. You’re the only thing that can simultaneously calm my nerves and give me butterflies.
When I live in L.A., I’m going to go to there all the time. Have to write a script? Sure, I’ll do it on my laptop in the Animation Studio. Need to read a textbook? Awesome, I’ll catch you at the Carnation Plaza. It’s gonna be a thing.
Tonight I had fish tacos for dinner. I’m pleased to report they were at no point engulfed in flames. I’m obligated to report that I bought them from Rubio’s.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to finish the rest of my fourth (okay, fifth) green beer and get sloppy. Happy St. Patty’s, kids!
Tune du Jour: Beyond The Sea by Bobby Darin