Meghan (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} megmccarron) wrote,@ 2005-06-06 14:44:00 |
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Shit is Bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
Just saw Alex off to LAX a few hours ago, sad but true, now my mostly silent but completely lovely companion is gone and I am ALONE. Also. Ever-so-slightly homeless. I have made peace with my apartment options, and now just have to commit to one. All seem to balance out about the same, but I can't quite figure out how to decide. I'm thinking, best combo of parking, personal space, and cheapness. But damn, what's more personal, a living room or a shared room which at least no one will be walking through? Thank god i'm just so good at decisions. (If I were 10 and it were 1993, I would be adding a big fat "NOT!" at the end of that sentence. Luckily, I'm a grownup now.)
Did you know they have movies in Los Angeles? Like, they don't just MAKE movies here, they SHOW them, all sorts of movies, in all sorts of places, more kinds and places than even NEW YORK CITY. Can you see movies in an all-silent theater with live organ accompaniment in New York? Can you watch them outside in a graveyard? Can you see UCLA's NITRATE prints? Thought not. Take that, homesickness.
Alex and I went to the Museum of Jurassic Technology yesterday. Of course, we ran into Max (of Goldblatt fame), Kellen, and Dan Janvey. All of Wesleyan converges on points of sublime, mystical weirdness, it's true. If you ever come to LA (and you should), we will go there. It is the most mesmerizing, fabulous, fascinating place I've been in a long time. Especially for those of us of the sci-fi persuassion. Better than the Mutter. I shit you not. If you wish to know more, read Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder, which is also, incidentally, amazing.
Then we went to UCLA and saw the last of a Buster Keaton retrospective. (We saw Cops, Seven Chances, and Battling Butler. Seven Chances blows my mind. Oh man, and you though Minelli and DeMille did extras well?) But then I left all cranky because I was hungry and the hotel was, in my mindset "kicking us out tomorrow" (we were actually checking out. I think i have some issue with moving).
Then it was mope, mope, mope, fear of calling job interview people, where the fuck am I going to live, mope, until I called an old friend of mine and he finally said to me, "What do you want right now?" At the time I said, "to be at the beach, to be in a nice apartment, or to be in your company." But I realized what I really wanted was a fucking job. Or an internship. Anything. It's terrible in terms of being a bohemian and all that, but I really hate having nothing to do. So I got off the phone with him and called people and lo and behold! I got to the Disney lot tomorrow and interview for an internship. Which, once I got over all my pissing and moaning, makes me feel pretty good.
Next step: a place to sleep. And, um, pay. Perhaps, also, the beach.
B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
Just saw Alex off to LAX a few hours ago, sad but true, now my mostly silent but completely lovely companion is gone and I am ALONE. Also. Ever-so-slightly homeless. I have made peace with my apartment options, and now just have to commit to one. All seem to balance out about the same, but I can't quite figure out how to decide. I'm thinking, best combo of parking, personal space, and cheapness. But damn, what's more personal, a living room or a shared room which at least no one will be walking through? Thank god i'm just so good at decisions. (If I were 10 and it were 1993, I would be adding a big fat "NOT!" at the end of that sentence. Luckily, I'm a grownup now.)
Did you know they have movies in Los Angeles? Like, they don't just MAKE movies here, they SHOW them, all sorts of movies, in all sorts of places, more kinds and places than even NEW YORK CITY. Can you see movies in an all-silent theater with live organ accompaniment in New York? Can you watch them outside in a graveyard? Can you see UCLA's NITRATE prints? Thought not. Take that, homesickness.
Alex and I went to the Museum of Jurassic Technology yesterday. Of course, we ran into Max (of Goldblatt fame), Kellen, and Dan Janvey. All of Wesleyan converges on points of sublime, mystical weirdness, it's true. If you ever come to LA (and you should), we will go there. It is the most mesmerizing, fabulous, fascinating place I've been in a long time. Especially for those of us of the sci-fi persuassion. Better than the Mutter. I shit you not. If you wish to know more, read Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder, which is also, incidentally, amazing.
Then we went to UCLA and saw the last of a Buster Keaton retrospective. (We saw Cops, Seven Chances, and Battling Butler. Seven Chances blows my mind. Oh man, and you though Minelli and DeMille did extras well?) But then I left all cranky because I was hungry and the hotel was, in my mindset "kicking us out tomorrow" (we were actually checking out. I think i have some issue with moving).
Then it was mope, mope, mope, fear of calling job interview people, where the fuck am I going to live, mope, until I called an old friend of mine and he finally said to me, "What do you want right now?" At the time I said, "to be at the beach, to be in a nice apartment, or to be in your company." But I realized what I really wanted was a fucking job. Or an internship. Anything. It's terrible in terms of being a bohemian and all that, but I really hate having nothing to do. So I got off the phone with him and called people and lo and behold! I got to the Disney lot tomorrow and interview for an internship. Which, once I got over all my pissing and moaning, makes me feel pretty good.
Next step: a place to sleep. And, um, pay. Perhaps, also, the beach.
