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Fall Post- Food
I've thought of changing my diet to being vegan or vegetarian, but it troubles me how it's trendy and very first worldy these diets are. I feel like the people who switch their diets are white, and not people of color. I can't relate to them or their reasoning for switching. As I grown up, food has become more of a social thing for me rather than just something I have to do. Food is a starting point in a conversation and an ending point. On top of that, food is defining factor in my culture. I can't imagine not having meat or seafood.
Fall Post- Driving anxiety
It's scary how anxiety can you suck you in and out. At the moment I have a driving anxiety. An anxiety when I'm turning right now a red light or when I'm turning left on an unprotected green light. I have difficulty at times gauging how far a car is before I'm going to turn. Sometimes I turn to early or I turn in to late, which then results the car behind me getting pissed or the car who nearly hit me pissed. I just wish that I never had OCD, or this obsessions. They are easier to control then in the past, but I wish I never had them. Everyone has their crosses to bear though.
Food Stamps
I'm stressed out and procrastinating on my interview with my food stamps. I had one last week, and it just bombed because my caseworker couldn't hear me and also I said statements my dad told me to say that weren't true about my actual income so that I could get the same amount I had before. I just feel pressured by my parents to lie about my income because they are also using it as well. I'm stressed because I don't know how to lie. My boyfriend says that I should ignore it and just wait until it passes. But I don't know. I would still like to keep my food stamps because I do qualify, but the problem is that I already told them I didn't have a job, and if I go back on my statement than they will know I'm lying. I wish I just told the truth rather than listen to my parents when they said just to lie and say you have no banking accounts and savings. Ugh, it's difficult for me to listen to parents because my parents are suppose to help me, not to get to do something sneaky. I don't know, because I just don't want my parents to be mad at me, but they are making me do something I feel super uncomfortable with. I'm not so sure what to do. I don't want this decision weighing on me.
okay
today i wore a v-neck to school, something that is totally normal for 99% of the girls there, one of the girls in my french class was wearing one similar to mine in fact.
but my french teacher came up to me and told me that i was out of dress code and that i was asking for something to happen to me.
and all day long i had to slap guys who found it perfectly okay to grab them.
im a 32DDD, 5’1, and 115 pounds. due to this im known around the school as the walking boobs, the girl who grew in other places, and BITS. I constantly get called a whore and a tease.
Girls are always accusing their boyfriends of sleeping with me.
and there have been times when i have had to tell teachers that my eyes are up here.
i grew boobs in the eighth grade, i was a DD then, and i cant tell you how many fights i got into with guys who thought it was alright to stick their faces in them.
the point of all of this is that its bullshit.
i should be able to wear a v neck to school without worrying about who is going to grab my boobs next, or who is going to throw a gum wrapper in them, or what girls are going to say next.
Fuck that shit! I would report any teacher that needs to be reminded not to stare at your chest. That is not okay in any sense.
Also, I’d say screw slut-shaming, but this isn’t even a matter of dressing how one wants, but a matter of a woman’s natural state being the reason that men think it’s okay to sexual harass or assault her.
Large breasts are not an invitation.
Large breasts are not an invitation.
LARGE BREASTS ARE NOT AN INVITATION.
Are we clear?
xx SF
Reblog and Amplify.
As someone with big boobs myself, I have been made to feel awkward about them quite a lot through my life. And it’s not cool!
Large breasts are not an invitation!
Freaking seriously! Why is it that having large boobs makes guys think it’s out that they can point it out all the time, give you nicknames, and squeeze you tighter when they hug. I am more than boobs. Just because they are big does mean they are a invitation to harass me!!!!
Fall Post-Regret
When I look back in college, I feel like my biggest regret is letting people who have hurt get to me. Thinking of ways to get back at them, thinking of ways I could fix my relationship with them, thinking of ways that I could be on good terms with them. At the end of the day, it never really mattered. They never cared, and that's what hurt the most. That it never really mattered. But I'm growing and learning, and that's what matters.
Fall Post- Nicole
Dear Nicole
I know we were not the best of roommates. I found you fake, stuck up, non-adaptable, and rude. In hindsight, I don't think I was any better. I was mad at you for a long time for avoiding me rather than confronting me. But now, I just feel sorry for you. Sorry for whatever made you the way you are.
Fall Post-Hogan
Dear Hogan,
I don't like you, nor do I hate you. I'm indifferent.
-Sammi
Fall Post-Brytini
Dear Brytini,
I wish you and I were closer as friends. I may have seem needy to you in middle school, but the reason I wanted to be around you so much was because I was in awe of you. I was in awe of your purple hair, your liberal views, your former playboy bunny mother, and your personality. You seemed so mature for a thirteen year old. Then when we reconnected in high school, I thought we might be closer than we were in middle school. I was wrong, you went with the partying crowd, and I stayed along with my friends who observed the partiers. I don't regret staying on the sidelines, I didn't think I had the maturity for it at the time. I was still in awe of the cool somewhat "adult" things that you did. Now I look back, I'm not so sure if I would have been able to be "close" friends with you. You are an atheist, and I'm a Catholic. There were times when I read your posts on livejournal that I felt you were just as bad as the narrow-minded Protestants I dealt with when I was younger when it came to my religious beliefs. Also, I think you have thought I was immature because I didn't do the things that you did. My form of rebellion at the time was not smoking, drinking, and partying because everyone I thought was doing it. Anyways, I'm not sure if we'll reconnect. Perhaps it was for the best that we were never closer.
Fall Post-Difficult Times
I'm always haunted by a relationship mistake I did in my college years. Looking back I realized the relationship wasn't working anymore. Despite the person and I had similarities, we were more different than what I originally thought. I'm a free spirit who has a zany personality and likes to jump into the ocean, while he liked playing things safe. I feel bad for the way it transgressed into me dating someone who was an asshole, but I learned so much from what I went through. I think one fear that I have is repeating the same mistake. This fear isn't to pointed to one guy, but every since I did it, my fear of leaving someone for another person has haunted me ever since it happened. One of the reasons I liked being single was that I didn't have to deal with the fear plaguing my mind on a daily basis. It was silent, and now that I'm in a relationship again, it's haunting me. I can't really explain it to anyone because the last time I said it to someone I dated, he freaked the shit out and would get neurotic if I went to a party by myself. So at the moment, I'm just silently dealing with this anxiety and just smiling through it. I wish someone would understand that it's the anxiety that's bothering me. It gives me headaches and I lose focus worrying over something that is petty. It's annoying having a mental illness, I hate dealing with it on a daily basis. Most times, I can deal, but other times it feels unbearable. Especially because I have many of friends who are male. It gives into the question of will I fall for them? Will I not fall for them? It's hard to explain this to my partner because I'm not sure if he will understand. For the most part, it will just lead us being more stuck at the hip than ever, which I don't mind. I want this anxiety to go away and have a peaceful mind.
Fall Post-Obsessive Compulsive Thoughts
Dear Obsessive Compulsive Thoughts,
Please go away. I do not need you right now. At the moment I need to focus on my tests, my relationship, my writing, and other things at the moment. I do not understand why you keep plaguing me with fears my relationship will go kaput or that I will not do well. I'm not scared of you. I'm not scared of the thoughts you put in my head. You're fruitless, waste of time and I will not deal the headaches you plague me with on a daily basis. I don't understand why you like giving self prophecies. It's not healthy to do that something who is actually focused on her life and not floating (like I was doing the past two years.) Please go away. Also, please stop reminding me that my clients fired my silently and that it was my fault that the eighth grader didn't do well on his classes. It was two weeks of time, I was still trying to get to know him and understand how he functioned. It isn't fair that his parents had high expectations of me, and they wanted him to get high grades right away. It isn't my fault that kid has reading problems, and his parents coddled him his whole entire life. It isn't my fault that kid should stop acting and focus on his academics first rather than titter it away. It isn't fair for you to make me feel bad for the things that I had no control over. Just go away. You're not wanted in my life.
Fall Post-CSET
I'm annoyed as hell. I'm annoyed that I don't have any fucking clue what to do with the science part of the Multiple Subject Test. I'm just staring at it like a blank slate. My test in a couple of weeks and I feel helpless. I study, and study, but the information is not getting in. There are times when I'm not even sure I want to be a teacher. I don't even know what my life is going to be on. I want to focus on my writing because it relaxes me, rather than studying to be a teacher. There are times when I just want people to get off my back with what I'm going to be doing with my life, because at the end I just want to write, teach, and travel.
On the other hand, I'm bummed out that my former clients decided not to hire me again as a tutor. I think what irritates me even more is that they didn't outright fire me, they just chose to ignore me rather than confront me. I'm happy though that I don't have to deal with a child who's in eighth grade and doesn't even know his multiplications. The irritating part is that he's a kid with well off parents who just happened to fall in the cracks of the U.S. education system because his parents happen to coddle him. In addition, he goes to an exclusive well of school that is supposedly helps students go in the Ivy Leagues. Oy. It's hard to get into people's minds that school is a vehicle to something better not an end to itself.
Anyways, I'm not really sure what to do with myself. I don't want to study more. I'm frustrated as hell, and all I want to do is write.
So we’ve been trying to get this mommy Basset Hound mix and her puppy adopted for around 2 weeks now. They have been through so much, from living on the streets to ending up lost and inside a animal shelter. And in this process the mommy lost a puppy :( but one still remains.
These dogs are such lovely creatures and deserve a wonderful home. Ive been fostering them for a week now, and today I start my second week that I will foster them.
It is hard for me to foster them because I have three other dogs that do not like the ones that I am fostering, but I try my best.
Anyway they are at the Petsmart in Alhambra, California from 3pm-8pm this coming weekend, and every weekend from now until they get adopted. Please spread the word and help me find these beautiful doggies a permanent and loving home. <3
SIGNAL BOOST
((((( SIGNAL BOOST )))))
someone near LA please help.. take it from me there are no dogs more lovable than a basset.
We’ll help!
Summer Post-Rant
As a person of color, it is difficult for me to believe a white person standing up for our rights without them checking their privilege first.
This month, September 2013, marks the 5-year anniversary of me moving to Los Angeles! So I thought it’d be fun to write the top 15 things I have learned about this city, and about myself, since the morning I nervously packed up my car and made the fateful drive out here. Who knows, maybe this can even help some of you about to make the same life-changing leap!
#15: I Need Coffee Not sure if it’s been from living here or from growing older, but in the past five years I’ve become much more of a coffee drinker than I used to be. Most people here seem to enjoy it, so maybe I just fell into the crowd. But now I pretty much can’t have a normal day without stopping at a coffeeshop or hitting the breakroom at work and getting some joe.
#14: Use The Buddy System There’s a LOT of cool folks here in LA, but there are also a lot of fucking maniacs. So no matter how physically large you are in size or how agile you are at self-defense, I’ve learned that it is NOT a good idea to walk alone after dark — no matter what area of town you’re in. In 2011, I got mugged in a quiet Atwater Village neighborhood by five guys with guns. I had no cash on me, so they took my iPhone. I was really, really lucky. Please, when you leave that party and your car is parked even a couple blocks away, have a buddy with you.
#13: Driving: On The Road I’m splitting this topic into two separate points, because honestly, driving is one of the biggest parts about living here. To confirm a major belief about LA, yes, driving here can be awful. From extremely aggressive drivers who are late for work, to utterly stupid drivers who don’t realize they’re taking up two lanes at once. You are going to hear a lot of car honking, so get ready to develop tinnitus. Pedestrians are everywhere, and the name of my favorite game is “Don’t Hit the People”. Drivers from behind will sometimes even honk at you to run those pedestrians over, so all your cars can get back to moving fast again. But along with the other drivers on the road, another pain in the ass can be finding your way around. To someone just getting to know the area, this place is like the hedge maze in The Shining, and maybe even more dangerous. I still get lost to this day sometimes, but thanks to Google Maps on my phone those occurrences are getting rarer and rarer. And on top of all of that, even if you know where you’re going, traffic is pretty much just as bad as everyone says it is. However! I’ve found that this simple rule really helps: no matter where you’re going, leave at least 30-45 minutes sooner than your instincts tell you. This is a good rule of thumb. Congrats, you’ve made it to your destination on time and in one piece! But wait a minute, there’s still one more challenge…
#12: Driving: Parking Parking your car in LA can sometimes be just as challenging as driving your car. If you’re going grocery shopping at Ralph’s, that’s one thing. But there are many, many places in this city that you’re gonna go to that don’t have their own parking lots. Once you finally reach your destination, more often than not you will be searching for an available parking meter, a golden spot on the 4th floor of a parking structure multiple blocks away, or even a valet. And even when you find a spot, be mindful of how long your car can stay there. I’ve gotten a parking ticket by being 15 seconds late in returning to my car after the meter expired. Another time some friends of mine who were visiting from out of town parked in a public garage and didn’t realize that it closed at 10pm, and their car was locked inside until the next morning. These penalties can really suck. Be careful!
#11: The Best Places Are Where You Least Expect Them Lots of people believe the best things to do in Los Angeles are all at these huge, fancy, popular places that everybody in the city knows about and goes to. For some places, sure. But most places I’ve found that make this city so special are the tiny hole in the walls, the little places that only a select few know about. Little theaters that play weird old movies and cult classics. Great food found in the smallest of restaurants, wedged inside strip malls. One of my favorite restaurants is a Peruvian place in between a Radio Shack and a nail salon. My favorite sushi bar is in the same parking lot as an Albertson’s. The point is, this place is filled with hidden treasures literally everywhere; you just gotta keep your eyes open!
#10: The Lamest Places Are Where You Pretty Much Expect Them What have I learned about the opposite side of this fence? Well, when people not from LA think of LA, what are some of the first places that come to mind? Graumann’s Chinese Theatre. The Hollywood Star Walk of Fame. That… really awful Wax Museum. These infamous Hollywood staples are the places to go in Los Angeles if you’re looking for fun. But truth be told, nobody who lives here EVER hangs out on Hollywood Blvd. The only time I’ll ever go to that side of town is when I have guests visiting and they really want to see Don Knott’s sidewalk star or something like that. The people occupying this entire area of town are mostly tourists, under the common assumption that the street they’re walking on is where all that “Hollywood magic” happens. Well, maybe 70 years ago when places like the Brown Derby still existed, sure. But these days, it’s mostly where you go if you wanna shop for overpriced “Best Dad Award” Oscar statues and take photos of creepy homeless guys taking a poop. Take it from me; if you’re moving to (or even visiting) Hollywood, skip the “Hollywood” part.
#9: Generally Speaking, People In LA Take Their Health Pretty Seriously Sure, joggers and people walking their dogs are on every street corner here, and half the people you’ll meet most likely have a gym membership or take a yoga class. But LA is even pretty into healthy eating. Growing up in Arizona, I could count on my hand the number of people I knew who didn’t eat meat. Here in LA, I’d say 75% of the people I know are vegetarian or vegan. Maybe it’s because being vegan here is really easy, since there are tons of restaurants, markets, and delis that are vegan-friendly. Many places also boast that they carry gluten-free products, home grown and farm raised items, etc. Which is all really cool, to be honest. I am not vegetarian (yet, at least) but I can definitely respect and admire how health-nutty lots of folks here seem to be.
#8: People Freak Out Over Any Weather Other Than Sunshine People in LA are very used to the sun shining and all-around nice weather. But once every month or two, something will happen: a rainy day. People here FREAK OUT if it’s raining. For some, rain can even ruin a whole day’s agenda. I’ve seen friends cancel entire plans because they don’t own an umbrella. And people on the road drive even worse than usual. Why, I can’t even imagine what would happen if it snowed here one day…
#7: No Room for Insensitivity You don’t really realize how insensitive, hateful, and ass-backwards a lot of other parts of America are until you live in a place like Los Angeles. Growing up in Arizona, I would hear words like “faggot”, “retard” and many others like running water. There is NO place for that stuff here, because if you try it, people will let you know what a dick you are. Since moving here, I’ve found myself increasingly caring of women’s rights, gay rights, and basically the rights of anyone other than straight white dudes. Why not until now? Because it’s MUCH more in the news (and on everyone’s lips) here about how many other people and places of this country treat these subjects so terribly. How women, gays, transgenders, and more are really treated in this places and by these people. After making some of the friends I’ve made out here, and getting to know these cool people that are PEOPLE just like anyone else, I’m starting to suspect more and more that the powerful bigots out there have never actually met a gay or trans person in their lives.
#6: Unusual Work Holidays Last year on a Friday, during Comic Con week, I was working in a rather empty studio when suddenly my executive director walks past and says, “Nico? What are you doing here, it’s Comic Con!” I mentioned I had a couple things to finish up, and I wasn’t heading there until the weekend. He replied, “Ahh, worry about that next week. Get down to San Diego!” Since then, I’ve noticed that if you work in the industry, the conventions like SDCC, E3, and Anime Expo are pretty much regarded as work holidays.
#5: Good Bar / Bad Bar This one’s super easy. There’s a lot of really cool bars here, but how can you differentiate between the good ones and the bad ones without having to find out the hard way? This simple rule has worked for me 95% of the time: If you can walk right into the bar, it’s probably pretty cool. If you have to wait in an hour-long line outside before entering, giving the illusion that whatever is inside is totally worth waiting for, chances are that it’s not. Basically: NEVER wait in a line to go into a bar. It’s a waste. Do not bother.
#4: Apparently, I’m A Hipster People from around the country leave lots of comments on me and my friends’ videos, but there’s one kind in particular that we get a lot of. “Wow, these guys are such hipsters.” So apparently in the eyes of the rest of the country: If you live in LA, are artistic in some way, and wear glasses, you are a hipster.
#3: Nearly Everyone Here Has A Disneyland Annual Pass And nearly no one goes to Universal Studios.
#2: You Really Are Going to Start at the Bottom Five years ago, I moved here with $2000 bucks and as many things I owned that would fit in my car without exploding. I didn’t really have a plan besides showing up in LA and figuring out the rest once I got there. What ended up happening was I spent my first two years here working between bankrupt bookstore retailers and serving at Italian restaurants. I worked my ass off at these crummy places, having little to no social life. All the while, I’d try to make my own cartoons and videos, and put myself out there at parties and social gatherings as much as possible in hopes of meeting as many people as possible. And thanks to that, I would finally get my first industry job at the start of my third year living here. Since then, I’ve moved on to even bigger and better jobs, and have had the pleasure of working with more and more great people each time. So, when friends ask me how I got to the position I’m in now, or if I see someone who has just moved here having trouble getting started, I don’t really know what to suggest besides the old “it’s okay to start at the bottom” cliche. But it’s just true. Unless you’re really lucky, your first couple gigs here aren’t going to be a slice of heaven. Start low, work hard, and just be your cool self. Don’t be cynical or negative, instead transmit a kind, positive aura around yourself. Be a pleasure to be around. People will notice you, people will remember you. After five years, I have some great friends, I work at a creatively stimulating job that I love, and that job pays me enough to live comfortably. Does this make me a success? Maybe, I suppose. But it definitely did not happen overnight, and without a lot of hard work.
#1: I Love It Here So what’s the number one thing I’ve learned since I was a scared kid moving to Los Angeles? It turns out that Los Angeles is a pretty fantastic place, and I absolutely love living here. Los Angeles is a place of experience, culture, fun times and some truly amazing folks. It’s a place that I love to call my home. Sometimes I’ve seen an outsider come along who hates on LA because they don’t understand it, or they don’t give it a fair enough chance, or it’s too scary and they’re afraid to embrace it, or they moved here for two weeks and didn’t succeed right away. Tune those people out. Because the friends I’ve made, the opportunities I’ve had, and the experiences that this city has given me have made mine a life that I wouldn’t trade for any other. Here’s to five more years here, and many more.
I'm an l.a. native! More county though than city!
This month, September 2013, marks the 5-year anniversary of me moving to Los Angeles! So I thought it’d be fun to write the top 15 things I have learned about this city, and about myself, since the morning I nervously packed up my car and made the fateful drive out here. Who knows, maybe this can even help some of you about to make the same life-changing leap!
#15: I Need Coffee Not sure if it’s been from living here or from growing older, but in the past five years I’ve become much more of a coffee drinker than I used to be. Most people here seem to enjoy it, so maybe I just fell into the crowd. But now I pretty much can’t have a normal day without stopping at a coffeeshop or hitting the breakroom at work and getting some joe.
#14: Use The Buddy System There’s a LOT of cool folks here in LA, but there are also a lot of fucking maniacs. So no matter how physically large you are in size or how agile you are at self-defense, I’ve learned that it is NOT a good idea to walk alone after dark — no matter what area of town you’re in. In 2011, I got mugged in a quiet Atwater Village neighborhood by five guys with guns. I had no cash on me, so they took my iPhone. I was really, really lucky. Please, when you leave that party and your car is parked even a couple blocks away, have a buddy with you.
#13: Driving: On The Road I’m splitting this topic into two separate points, because honestly, driving is one of the biggest parts about living here. To confirm a major belief about LA, yes, driving here can be awful. From extremely aggressive drivers who are late for work, to utterly stupid drivers who don’t realize they’re taking up two lanes at once. You are going to hear a lot of car honking, so get ready to develop tinnitus. Pedestrians are everywhere, and the name of my favorite game is “Don’t Hit the People”. Drivers from behind will sometimes even honk at you to run those pedestrians over, so all your cars can get back to moving fast again. But along with the other drivers on the road, another pain in the ass can be finding your way around. To someone just getting to know the area, this place is like the hedge maze in The Shining, and maybe even more dangerous. I still get lost to this day sometimes, but thanks to Google Maps on my phone those occurrences are getting rarer and rarer. And on top of all of that, even if you know where you’re going, traffic is pretty much just as bad as everyone says it is. However! I’ve found that this simple rule really helps: no matter where you’re going, leave at least 30-45 minutes sooner than your instincts tell you. This is a good rule of thumb. Congrats, you’ve made it to your destination on time and in one piece! But wait a minute, there’s still one more challenge…
#12: Driving: Parking Parking your car in LA can sometimes be just as challenging as driving your car. If you’re going grocery shopping at Ralph’s, that’s one thing. But there are many, many places in this city that you’re gonna go to that don’t have their own parking lots. Once you finally reach your destination, more often than not you will be searching for an available parking meter, a golden spot on the 4th floor of a parking structure multiple blocks away, or even a valet. And even when you find a spot, be mindful of how long your car can stay there. I’ve gotten a parking ticket by being 15 seconds late in returning to my car after the meter expired. Another time some friends of mine who were visiting from out of town parked in a public garage and didn’t realize that it closed at 10pm, and their car was locked inside until the next morning. These penalties can really suck. Be careful!
#11: The Best Places Are Where You Least Expect Them Lots of people believe the best things to do in Los Angeles are all at these huge, fancy, popular places that everybody in the city knows about and goes to. For some places, sure. But most places I’ve found that make this city so special are the tiny hole in the walls, the little places that only a select few know about. Little theaters that play weird old movies and cult classics. Great food found in the smallest of restaurants, wedged inside strip malls. One of my favorite restaurants is a Peruvian place in between a Radio Shack and a nail salon. My favorite sushi bar is in the same parking lot as an Albertson’s. The point is, this place is filled with hidden treasures literally everywhere; you just gotta keep your eyes open!
#10: The Lamest Places Are Where You Pretty Much Expect Them What have I learned about the opposite side of this fence? Well, when people not from LA think of LA, what are some of the first places that come to mind? Graumann’s Chinese Theatre. The Hollywood Star Walk of Fame. That… really awful Wax Museum. These infamous Hollywood staples are the places to go in Los Angeles if you’re looking for fun. But truth be told, nobody who lives here EVER hangs out on Hollywood Blvd. The only time I’ll ever go to that side of town is when I have guests visiting and they really want to see Don Knott’s sidewalk star or something like that. The people occupying this entire area of town are mostly tourists, under the common assumption that the street they’re walking on is where all that “Hollywood magic” happens. Well, maybe 70 years ago when places like the Brown Derby still existed, sure. But these days, it’s mostly where you go if you wanna shop for overpriced “Best Dad Award” Oscar statues and take photos of creepy homeless guys taking a poop. Take it from me; if you’re moving to (or even visiting) Hollywood, skip the “Hollywood” part.
#9: Generally Speaking, People In LA Take Their Health Pretty Seriously Sure, joggers and people walking their dogs are on every street corner here, and half the people you’ll meet most likely have a gym membership or take a yoga class. But LA is even pretty into healthy eating. Growing up in Arizona, I could count on my hand the number of people I knew who didn’t eat meat. Here in LA, I’d say 75% of the people I know are vegetarian or vegan. Maybe it’s because being vegan here is really easy, since there are tons of restaurants, markets, and delis that are vegan-friendly. Many places also boast that they carry gluten-free products, home grown and farm raised items, etc. Which is all really cool, to be honest. I am not vegetarian (yet, at least) but I can definitely respect and admire how health-nutty lots of folks here seem to be.
#8: People Freak Out Over Any Weather Other Than Sunshine People in LA are very used to the sun shining and all-around nice weather. But once every month or two, something will happen: a rainy day. People here FREAK OUT if it’s raining. For some, rain can even ruin a whole day’s agenda. I’ve seen friends cancel entire plans because they don’t own an umbrella. And people on the road drive even worse than usual. Why, I can’t even imagine what would happen if it snowed here one day…
#7: No Room for Insensitivity You don’t really realize how insensitive, hateful, and ass-backwards a lot of other parts of America are until you live in a place like Los Angeles. Growing up in Arizona, I would hear words like “faggot”, “retard” and many others like running water. There is NO place for that stuff here, because if you try it, people will let you know what a dick you are. Since moving here, I’ve found myself increasingly caring of women’s rights, gay rights, and basically the rights of anyone other than straight white dudes. Why not until now? Because it’s MUCH more in the news (and on everyone’s lips) here about how many other people and places of this country treat these subjects so terribly. How women, gays, transgenders, and more are really treated in this places and by these people. After making some of the friends I’ve made out here, and getting to know these cool people that are PEOPLE just like anyone else, I’m starting to suspect more and more that the powerful bigots out there have never actually met a gay or trans person in their lives.
#6: Unusual Work Holidays Last year on a Friday, during Comic Con week, I was working in a rather empty studio when suddenly my executive director walks past and says, “Nico? What are you doing here, it’s Comic Con!” I mentioned I had a couple things to finish up, and I wasn’t heading there until the weekend. He replied, “Ahh, worry about that next week. Get down to San Diego!” Since then, I’ve noticed that if you work in the industry, the conventions like SDCC, E3, and Anime Expo are pretty much regarded as work holidays.
#5: Good Bar / Bad Bar This one’s super easy. There’s a lot of really cool bars here, but how can you differentiate between the good ones and the bad ones without having to find out the hard way? This simple rule has worked for me 95% of the time: If you can walk right into the bar, it’s probably pretty cool. If you have to wait in an hour-long line outside before entering, giving the illusion that whatever is inside is totally worth waiting for, chances are that it’s not. Basically: NEVER wait in a line to go into a bar. It’s a waste. Do not bother.
#4: Apparently, I’m A Hipster People from around the country leave lots of comments on me and my friends’ videos, but there’s one kind in particular that we get a lot of. “Wow, these guys are such hipsters.” So apparently in the eyes of the rest of the country: If you live in LA, are artistic in some way, and wear glasses, you are a hipster.
#3: Nearly Everyone Here Has A Disneyland Annual Pass And nearly no one goes to Universal Studios.
#2: You Really Are Going to Start at the Bottom Five years ago, I moved here with $2000 bucks and as many things I owned that would fit in my car without exploding. I didn’t really have a plan besides showing up in LA and figuring out the rest once I got there. What ended up happening was I spent my first two years here working between bankrupt bookstore retailers and serving at Italian restaurants. I worked my ass off at these crummy places, having little to no social life. All the while, I’d try to make my own cartoons and videos, and put myself out there at parties and social gatherings as much as possible in hopes of meeting as many people as possible. And thanks to that, I would finally get my first industry job at the start of my third year living here. Since then, I’ve moved on to even bigger and better jobs, and have had the pleasure of working with more and more great people each time. So, when friends ask me how I got to the position I’m in now, or if I see someone who has just moved here having trouble getting started, I don’t really know what to suggest besides the old “it’s okay to start at the bottom” cliche. But it’s just true. Unless you’re really lucky, your first couple gigs here aren’t going to be a slice of heaven. Start low, work hard, and just be your cool self. Don’t be cynical or negative, instead transmit a kind, positive aura around yourself. Be a pleasure to be around. People will notice you, people will remember you. After five years, I have some great friends, I work at a creatively stimulating job that I love, and that job pays me enough to live comfortably. Does this make me a success? Maybe, I suppose. But it definitely did not happen overnight, and without a lot of hard work.
#1: I Love It Here So what’s the number one thing I’ve learned since I was a scared kid moving to Los Angeles? It turns out that Los Angeles is a pretty fantastic place, and I absolutely love living here. Los Angeles is a place of experience, culture, fun times and some truly amazing folks. It’s a place that I love to call my home. Sometimes I’ve seen an outsider come along who hates on LA because they don’t understand it, or they don’t give it a fair enough chance, or it’s too scary and they’re afraid to embrace it, or they moved here for two weeks and didn’t succeed right away. Tune those people out. Because the friends I’ve made, the opportunities I’ve had, and the experiences that this city has given me have made mine a life that I wouldn’t trade for any other. Here’s to five more years here, and many more.
I'm an l.a. native! More county though than city!
things I am involved with
1. I have a nanny job. Still need that second job.
2. I have enrolled myself in a short story writing course. Go me!
3. I enrolled myself in a screenplay short.
4. I need to study for the CSET: Math and Science.