N.Y. Boy in L.A.

My days see few highlights now as I come close to ripping out what’s left of my hair because my future employment has yet to be determined.

Monday: Watch "The View." Go to the gym.

Tuesday: Go to the library to use the Internet and research jobs. Buy "Harry Potter" and "Jarhead" on DVD at Barnes and Noble with the store credit I possess. Receive my spankin’ new Dell XPS notebook when I pull into my garage (highlight of the month, actually - a belated Christmas/early birthday gift from the ‘rents). Have a "Harry Potter" marathon with Rachel.

Wednesday: Play with my new toy and upload my entire CD collection onto iTunes.

Thursday: Play with my new toy and upload more of my CD collection onto iTunes while enjoying free wireless Internet and completing more job research. Go back to the gym (oh, and watch "Oprah" of course).

Friday: More uploading. More e-mailing. Drive to an interview in West L.A. where I’m told I’m overqualified for the position but will still be considered for better-paying openings when the company expands next month. Stop at Starbucks for a marble mocha macchiato. Drive all the way to friggin’ Canoga Park (read: deep Valley) to meet with Tax Guy (an inspiring session, I must say; dude got me pumped about responsibly managing my finances and saving enough to purchase property by the time I’m 33). Try to get an old lady to buy the leftover ten-dollar store credit I have at Barnes and Noble so I can stuff my wallet with extra cash. Meet Karim and Swaga for dinner in Hollywood. Sigh as I fork over fifteen dollars for eggplant parmigana.

Saturday: The CD uploading continues (boy got mad music). Send out my birthday party Evite to everyone I know in Los Angeles (celebrating at Oasis on La Brea on the 31st).

It’s astounding, isn’t it? Truly fascinating, I know. I just don’t know how I can fit so much into my schedule.

I forgot to mention my Oscar Sunday at Briana’s party. I came in second in the Oscar pool (all that studying paid off, Ma). I won’t go into too much commentary on the awards because wouldn’t that be a blog cliche? Yes, Jessica Alba looked hot (even though she somewhat resembled Gozer from "Ghostbusters"). Yes, Jon Stewart was funny (the cowboy montage was brilliant). Yes, Reese’s speech was gosh-darn sweet (I still think we have yet to see her dark side). And yes, I think George Clooney officially RULES (that speech about being proud to be "out of the loop"? Loved loved loved it). There, I’m over it.

Back to the present: I am sitting at the kitchen table, typing away on my new 60GB baby, feet up, hot cup of green tea by my side, Friday’s episode of "General Hospital" playing on TiVo in the living room. I am taking John Mayer’s advice and enjoying the "great indoors." And what better timing; it’s been unseasonably cold here in the city of haloed beings.

I flip over to MTV (because I’m masochistic like that), and I am blessed with a repeat viewing of the "Real World" premiere. All the cardboard cut-out cast members are splashing in the pool before hitting the bars of Key West, because what else can a bunch of pretty things do on a random weeknight? I find it seriously ironic that the anorexic chick has been cast on the kind of show that gives young girls body-image issues. And of course there’s the overused dialogue: "I don’t wanna be here!" "I am so drunk." "If you didn’t have a boyfriend…" Wink, wink. This is why I stopped following America’s oldest reality gimmick after the New Orleans edition.

Nighttime has now fallen. I am minutes away from a new "SNL." I’ve been online for hours, and yet no one from back East has bothered to IM me. Do we really fall THAT out of touch, so much that we don’t even register the screennames that linger on our buddy lists anymore?

Tuesday, March 14, 2005 - 12:09pm…

The breakfast nook in my kitchen has officially become my own little office. The kitchen table is my desk. Now, I just need obligatory framed pics of the fam and a secretary to abuse, and it will be complete!

The TV is off; too many distractions. Today, I shall work from home, send out some e-mails, polish the draft of my pilot (thanks, Jenn, for installing Final Draft onto my XPS), watch the new "X3" trailer for the umpteenth time on Quicktime, because it’s THAT awesome, and wait for a woman to return my call regarding a job that found ME through Craigslist.

Avoiding the Green Beer Come Friday,
H.P.M.

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