Wait--umm, did I mention that I was moving to LA. Because I just did. I'm there... now. Well, Valencia, but that's temporary. Can I claim LA already? What "valley" do I have to live in to claim LA?
Never ever ever ever ever drive straight for 11.5 hours on Labor Day weekend to LA. Especially when you start at 6 PM Utah time. Never do it. I almost died. I pulled over to sleep, but I just couldn't sleep. It would not come. Maybe it was the bright lights of the hotel/casino.
Now I'm here. Today I responded to about 20 different Craigslist "employment" opportunities. I say employment in quotations because I think they're really just looking for someone to work for free. It's funny--I have some interviews. You respond to these Craigslist things and you don't know what they're for or who they're for. Then when they email you you can look up their names on IMDB or whatever. As I go through their credits, or check out trailers for movies they've done or whatever, it's funny because I look at the trailer and think, "The movie I directed is better than this." And here I am, trying to work for them, for free--or whatever. Whatever.
Also funny, pretty much the only option I have for housing so far is a 35 year old guy that plays World of Warcraft. He's way nice though. I don't mind WoW. Also, there are people banging down the door to live there. We'll see what happens.
Finally--
Dear California Drivers,
You drive fast--that's cool. It's a little scary, but cool. Why are all of your cars new? Every single one. Except for the guy in the red hatchback (not new, but still shiny and in good shape) that thought I cut him off (though we both signalled and changed lanes at the same time, from the same lane to the same lane). My cousin turned around to see who was honking for 45 seconds straight. It was you. After that, you proceeded to tail me (wow you were close, that hatchback just has a tiny little front end). Finally you pulled up next to me in the suicide lane and just stared at me. You didn't care that other cars might want to turn, because you are an intense hard guy. Just like me. It's cool--I totally understand. It's just one of those things we hard guys do. Also, I'm buying a gun.
Love,
Dane
Sunday, September 2, 2007
I'm SOOOOO LA...
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