2002-09-19 - 8:05 p.m.
Hello again!
After the somewhat eerily tipsy e-novella that I churned out at 4:30 in the morning, this will definitely be a more positive entry. I think I need to clarify the fact that the guy I was talking about isn't a present crush or anything. I was just having wistful thoughts about the potential alternate destinies that our lives can take if only we tweak our decisions ever-so slightly.
Actually, I have a new romantic interest. I met him in New York when I was there for the VMAs and he'll be visiting me at the end of the month. It's crazy that things are working out the way they are because we were fixed up by mutual friends. They had been trying to tell me all about him but when I found out he was in NYC, the realist in me nipped the idea in the bud in a New York minute. He ended up being at the VMAs and we drank and talked and had a wonderful time together. 10 hours later, I was on a plane back to LA and we've been communicating like crazy ever since. We talk for hours on the phone (which I never do), and the second I finish typing this I am going to put together a care package for him that'll knock his socks off. Yippie! I'm stoked. I'll be getting one from him in a couple of days. We are so cute it makes me nauseus.
Even though I don't have to work tonight, I've opted for staying in this evening and relaxing from my busy day of doing nothing at all. I have been trying so hard to avoid all forms of drama in LA lately that I've become a total hermit. I'm not sure if I've been a complete bitch for the past 4 months or if I attract the kind of people who don't know the cameras are off. I'm not going to even attempt to wade through the mounds of bullshit with you, but let me assure you that no matter how dramatic it may be, at the root of it is pure stupidity. Always. It isn't even a question. When you break it down, it is mainly composed of hubris and alcohol. So... hello, walls.
Today, I revisited my old Starbucks and chatted with the Starbuckaroos for a while. I can't even tell you how many times I heard the phrase, "Well, don't forget the little people!" Who calls themselves a little person to someone they want to remember them? I don't even see things that way, but please, emphasize the fact that you feel I am above you and that you're easily forgettable. What the heck ever. Don't say things like that to me, you make me feel bad about myself!
Oh my goodness, this is too funny. One of my good friends just IMed me to tell me that our old drama teacher was asking about me. HA! That woman hated me so much that she talked shit about me to her other classes and got my friends in trouble simply for associating with me. Suddenly, she come crawling out of the woodwork to say:
"Have you heard from Sara? I tried to post a message to her, but got know response. If you talk to her, please tell her that I am proud of her. The show did not let people see how talented she is. I think they edit out the parts of your personality they chose. Anyway, she made it on TV, and that's more than most people. Hope school is going well. Keep in touch.
Ms. T "
If we were so close, don't you think she would know that its Sarah with an 'h'? Oh dear, for a woman who made me consider giving up on theatre all together, she sure has a lot to say to others about my "talent" now. I'll bet she's just asking to reassure her assumption that I'm sleeping under a bench in Griffith Park is correct. You're not a very nice, Mrs. T. You picked on me a lot. Remember that, because I certainly do.
So I think I am going to draw this to a close. I'm watching a classic Will & Grace with a very blonde Cher. I'm highly distracted. Haha, Cher's funny....
And by the way, do you guys love those Virgin Mobile commercials as much as I do? Who was the coked out ad wizard who came up with the presentation for that? They're insane, and they look like German commercials, except that they aren't, and you know someone was capitalizing on a great concept. Beautiful! I'm glad we as a race have yet to plug the flow of creative thought. ...And I'm off.
