When I came to L.A. four months ago, I scarcely knew anyone, but now I’m officially overbooked with too much to do with too many people. Not a bad thing, but I’ve forgotten why I came here: to write and become successful doing SOMETHING in the TV/film industry. A rundown of my weekend, which was awesomely fun but exhausting:
Friday: THE SOCIAL NETWORK in Burbank. Got there late. Had to sit in the front (!) row. My eyesssss! It was so good, though. I might be in love with Jesse Eisenberg.
Saturday: Outdoor Cinema Food Fest. 25th anniversary of BACK TO THE FUTURE and food trucks in a cornfield near Koreatown? Um, yes please.
Sunday: Pumpkin-picking and fall decorating for my apartment! Also took a stroll downtown, where they closed off the streets to cars to promote bicycle use for CicLAvia. The carless quiet was broken by people who rode by with boomboxes. I totalllly want to get a bike now (but also don’t want to die since there aren’t bike lanes everywhere).
Other things going on: reading scripts, writing coverage, freelance social media work for a local company, watching TV/movies for “research,” getting hired by a tutoring agency, wanting to start volunteering at an after-school program called 826LA, and OH YEAH, going to my part-time job M-F. And throwing a fall party. And still doing fun stuff on weekends. And setting up more networking meetings. And hosting out-of-town friends. And applying for full-time jobs?
Wait. Where’s the part where I write? I’m supposed to be cranking some scripts out and have only written one spec of an already-existing TV show. Dude, I seriously need someone to advise me on my priorities.
True embarrassing story: Part of my job is to turn on the lights in the mirrored display cases, one of which has an Emmy in it. One morning, I turned on the lights and then stared at myself in the mirror and kind of moved to the side so I could see what I looked like with an Emmy in my hand. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!