LA JOURNAL&MIX VOL. TWO
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1. (mix coming soon)
It's kind of like a movie, ironically enough. I pushed the PH button in the elevator, never having done that before. I was greeted by Mr. Tracy for our second meeting, this time in his home. He threw me a Pacifico beer as I was given the house tour; A 180 degree view of Santa Monica- this includes mountains to one side where the sun rises, and the ocean where it sets, a piano on each of the two floors, and an entire room filled with a train model replication of Manhattan. It goes like this; I help Mr. Tracy with using the computer, he helps me with my pilot, Flowerpot Spins.
Intern life isn't so bad. It kicks my ass though. Or should I say, I kick my ass. I'm always jumping to the next task and running around to do it efficiently. It's been paying off though. My internship coordinator actually called me saying a personal thank you for reading 400 pages of a novel in one day. That was brutal. But it's nice and I've somehow really grown to love the commute despite the gas and occasional traffic. I listen to Hi How Are You almost every time as the sun rises in Los Angeles. Then I arrive an hour early to Santa Monica where I sit in a coffee shop called The Coffee Bean where a woman, Kathy, is always working. I write my scripts as the city wakes up and then off to work. It's a nice routine.
Last week I vomited at somebody's party. Yes. I was that guy. I wasn't acting a drunken fool, it just hit me unexpected. I was sitting on the couch with David thinking "this room is so big" and then I knew I had to throw up. Very graciously into the toilet of course not getting a drop anywhere else. It was pathetic. I remember a series of half-friends coming up to me and patting my back for about a minute or so. But to rewind, it was an incredible day. The above picture of the LA Arboretum, was like a dream. It was me, David, and two kids both named Adrian who went there. The Adrian's are a comical duo. They remind me of two inseparable best friends that you meet at summer camp as a kid. The point is, the Arboretum was so beautiful. We all had our jaws dropped. Loving the experience together. Eating tangerines straight off the trees. Playing barefoot catch with lemons in the grassy field by the garden. The mountains are very close to the arboretum and are surrounded in either smog or clouds. Either way it looks like a volcano about to erupt- incredible! Then afterwards the perfect carride home where I put on the smoothest beats during the sunset. Sighs of "whoa."
Then fast forward to this weekend. Haven't felt as friendless and out of place in a while. I find I'm happiest while doing the work that nears me to my goals, or hanging out with about 3 people around here that I enjoy. The night before last consisted of lonely walks around Universal's Citywalk a terrible, terrible place to escape the bar that Emerson kids were hanging out at. I tried to keep my cool just standing there, or even making conversation but I couldn't do it. This might be due to the fact that my conversation starter to two Emerson acquaintances was "Hey! This place sucks!" They looked at me uncomfortably with a half-hello and straight up walked away. Sigh. I wasn't being an asshole though! Everyone agreed that the place was horrific, but they seemed to tolerate it.
If you've read all this so far, thanks. It's not all bad in the social aspect though. I've had three sleepovers with my friend David. I mentioned him in the last entry too. He's a real friend. Light and goofy who loves a good heart to heart and shows me the best pictures. Last night Offret. Any fan of Bergman would dig this film so hard. It actually uses his film crew and is shot in Sweden. Today I'm gonna sit by the pool and finish my spec for Phineas and Ferb. It's got the best storylines but I can't nail funny dialogue. Miss you all. Wouldn't it be the best if we could continue our ways and have things stay the same?
Call me sometime.