What's the Skinny?

Me, apparently. Certainly, I didn't mean for this to happen, but LA has taken more than just my energy and my confidence - it's taken my substance!
After a lovely little eye infection, and a visit to the doctor, I learned that I've lost enough weight to make me a tiny bit worried (no pun intended). Then I helped a friend with her Fiesta Mission project, and I saw first hand the black hole effect Los Angeles has had upon my person. While the commercial itself was awesome, as is the Ford Fiesta, I looked like a skeleton: pale and bony.

So what gives? I eat chili cheese fries like they're a legitimate food group, I hate exercise, and, due to these wonky things called heel spurs, I've not been able to hike lately.
I think it's the air around here. It's so dry that it sucks up all the water in my person. It makes sense: I'm thirsty and sweaty and icky.

I miss humidity and summer storms.

This certainly is less optimistic than I feel. Honestly, things are going really well.
Jinks/Cohen has been an amazing experience. I'm writing from the office right now. Last week, I covered the assistant's desk for two days. I cannot wait to be an assistant full time. It feels strange to say so, but it's awesome to be the "fly on the wall."

Yesterday, I had a conversation that gave me a small shift in perspective. Perhaps my priorities are not what they should be. I have spent a long time focusing on goals attainable within a time frame, with quantifiable (and superficial) results. Now that the measuring stick I have used for so long is irrelevant, I see now that I need to focus on the present, not the future. For so long, I've been looking forward, and I have failed to see the good all around me - the sorts of success that are less economic and more human or spiritual. It's going to be a difficult shift, but one I really need to make.

August, I think, will be a good month. Hopefully, I will find a job. Mike and Jordan are coming to visit, and I start temping. I start a Bible study for screen writers, and, hopefully, I'll meet exciting new people and build new friendships here in LA.

Good-bye July! You've been a fun one.

On Fear, Really Graduating, and July!

It's all the same really.
I'm ushering in July with over $15,000 of debt, The Decemberists (guess which song...), and Claire Danes as a falling star.
Thursday, I finished college.
Tomorrow, another Thursday, I get to drive onto Warner Bros. lot as an intern for Dan Jinks and Bruce Cohen. My favorite producers. If one is allowed to have favorite producers.
Yesterday, I screwed up at least 8 times. Or rather, faced the consequences of 8 screw ups. Today I fixed about 5 of them. I know I'm supposed to spell out each of those numbers according to the rules of conventional grammar, but I think 82 should make it better. Yes. Eighty-two makes it better.
I suppose now it is time to either face destiny or live the dream, depending on how one feels about free will. I personally believe in a mix of everything. My work, God's plan, and the intervening universe at large. I suppose, though, God's plan for everything and always is the lovely trump card, and I am reassured.
Yes, I got "religious."

But seriously. I want to work. This week of downtime (and getting raped by banks, catching eye cooties, and crying profusely in between watery eyes) has left me with too much time to think.
I need my koala. He is still tap-dancing. He needs to get on kicking some kangaroo (adult) rear-end.
And Ashley needs to realize Sam is the man for her. Kevin just isn't worth her time.

So I went to see Transformers 2 on the 23. It started on the 24th with MICHAEL FUCKING BAY introducing the film. We were in the same room. It was a big room and we were at opposite ends, but there it is. My wonderful date had to be slightly embarrassed at my giddiness. And at my enthusiasm for a movie that was far less than perfect and possibly straight-up mediocre. But damn it, "Autobots, let's roll" is as invigorating as the Superman theme regardless of the film context.

I'm really sorry about the lack of pictures. Soon, soon.
Please keep reading, the four of you (or so) who do.

Soon I must talk about the beaches in my life. But, to quote Legolas "Fellowship of the Ring", "for me the grief is still to near."

Farewell to the security of the classroom.
Hello July!
I love you.