My return, only to prepare for my departure.
1. Today my Dad non-chalantly asked "So did you hear about that cruise ship that was hijacked by pirates?" I lost it. Apparently it really happened somewhere off the Somalian coast, but it struck me as incredibly hilarious at the moment. They were pirates. That's awesome. It was the funniest thing I've heard all month.
2. The scariest thing I've heard all month: I got a new job in L.A. and have to move away from everything I've ever known in less than one week. Even though I've had over a week to let the news soak in while I awkwardly switch from one life to the next, it still doesn't seem to be happening in reality. For the longest time I planned this as some idealistic event that would happen sometime in the future; I was consoled by its separation from the reality of it actually happening. I knew that once it happened I would freak out, but it wasn't something I had to worry about then because it was still "off in the future". But now it's here and I think I've somehow managed to keep myself in the same mentality even though I know it's a real thing. Perhaps I've been too busy dealing with the physical logistics of it all (moving, living, transportation, etc.) to realize what's actually about to happen: I'm going to be alone in a city with three million other people, away from my friends and family and everything that's secure in my life, working at a job I'm perfectly capable of handling but completely new at and trying to figure out what it means to be an adult. God, help me.
But I am excited. And nervous. And terrified. And elated. And anxious. And sad. And...
3. I got an unsigned note on my car last week that said "you smell". I thought it was funny, but I do have my suspects.
3. Remember those crazy ass Magic Eye books from like ten years ago? I saw one in the discount rack at Barnes and Noble a couple days ago and was drawn in by its magical, eyesight-ruining novelty once again. So I cheerfully stood in the front of the store with a book four inches from my face, staring cross-eyed into big purple mess that turned into a 3D image of a jumping dolphin.
4. If I don't write anything for a couple weeks it's because I'll be keeping it real in Southern California, kicking it with Sly Stallone and Webster. But in a moment of spontaneity I'm sure I'll be back, consoling you, my faithful readers, with the random, retarded monologues I know you all love so much. 'Til next time, remember this: "What a waste it is to lose one's mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is." -Dan Quayle
2. The scariest thing I've heard all month: I got a new job in L.A. and have to move away from everything I've ever known in less than one week. Even though I've had over a week to let the news soak in while I awkwardly switch from one life to the next, it still doesn't seem to be happening in reality. For the longest time I planned this as some idealistic event that would happen sometime in the future; I was consoled by its separation from the reality of it actually happening. I knew that once it happened I would freak out, but it wasn't something I had to worry about then because it was still "off in the future". But now it's here and I think I've somehow managed to keep myself in the same mentality even though I know it's a real thing. Perhaps I've been too busy dealing with the physical logistics of it all (moving, living, transportation, etc.) to realize what's actually about to happen: I'm going to be alone in a city with three million other people, away from my friends and family and everything that's secure in my life, working at a job I'm perfectly capable of handling but completely new at and trying to figure out what it means to be an adult. God, help me.
But I am excited. And nervous. And terrified. And elated. And anxious. And sad. And...
3. I got an unsigned note on my car last week that said "you smell". I thought it was funny, but I do have my suspects.
3. Remember those crazy ass Magic Eye books from like ten years ago? I saw one in the discount rack at Barnes and Noble a couple days ago and was drawn in by its magical, eyesight-ruining novelty once again. So I cheerfully stood in the front of the store with a book four inches from my face, staring cross-eyed into big purple mess that turned into a 3D image of a jumping dolphin.
4. If I don't write anything for a couple weeks it's because I'll be keeping it real in Southern California, kicking it with Sly Stallone and Webster. But in a moment of spontaneity I'm sure I'll be back, consoling you, my faithful readers, with the random, retarded monologues I know you all love so much. 'Til next time, remember this: "What a waste it is to lose one's mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is." -Dan Quayle
posted by Ryan at 5:06 PM
2 Comments:
The word "suspect" can be a noun or a verb, depending which syllable you put the accent on. In either case, you smell.
Congrats on the job...can't wait to have you nearby so we can all go to dinner. :)
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