ohhhhhh my goodness it's been a while
Not sure really why I'm blogging again but something in me really wants to get out?
Jesus that sounds violent.
Life here in Hollylikewood is not really even in Hollywood. Let's be honest folks. If we say we live there we actually live in this amorphous blob of GoogleEarth called the west side, or in a "beach city" if you're lucky. And thus I consider myself really really lucky. I love, more than anything, coming home to my apartment and...well, just coming home to my apartment. After the mess that was my previous two living areas after the Oakwoods (D111 will live on in an infamy never to be experienced again!), i.e. the debaucle of living in a converted garage, and the misery of an expensive apartment "near the Grove" but actually nearer to Wilshire and Walgreens, this is heaven! I love everyone in my building and actual laugh tracks can be heard when any one of the colorful neighbor-characters walk in my front door.
I have a beautiful wonderful roomate, Melissa, and she knows my job and life inside and out. Really helps. And she's a great cook. And is awesome.
Mostly though, it's work. I am SOOOOOOOO SICCKKKK and tired of telling people that I'm inundated with work, consumed with work, "slammed at work" is my downright favorite for things I hate to hear coming out my mouth. But yeah, I am work's bitch these days.
A few exciting things to come this fall, going to Virginia later in October and back to TX in November to teach workshops. Honestly I've been really emotional lately about not dancing as much. Like as in I bawl and sob and cry when I watch performance. Telling, no?
I suppose part of being "out here" is the compulsion to compartmentalize EvErYtHiNg into work-friends-love-family-finances-??? or into packets that are easily dealt with one at a time, when you have a "moment" free from work. Because of course work trumps all. blech.
I need to write more. Or something. Need to vent, need to articulate, need to spell words other than:
pls
thx
unfort
avail
best
pls find attached
pls fwd
Those are the only ways in which I am now brainwashed to communicate with people. I can ask you to perform menail tasks like fwding and attaching, I can beg or thank you for your time, I can send a halfhearted "sorry we can't" and send my lukewarm greetings that I really and truly send YOU my BEST. whatever the frick that means.
Best,
Alanna
