Just watched PS I love you. Great movie. Yeah... I had half a bottle of some random white wine and a bag of popcorn (94% fat free I promise) so I'm feeling pretty damn good right now... so good that I almost called a few old crushes. Yeah exactly, bad idea so I decided to write instead. I've learned through countless occasions that calling a guy never makes you feel better, only worse. They always give you the, "why are you calling me at this hour?" bullshit and then it becomes such a buzz kill cause then you end up arguing shit out anyways. Vomit.

So moving on to more important news, my mac laptop started up again. I swear that computer is soo fickle. Three weeks ago it didn't start up so I declared it officially dead. Then the other night, like at 3 am, I thought to myself, I should give it one more try before I turn it in to the apple store, and low and behold it started up again. So fuckin strange I swear. That computer always throws me off, but hey it works so I can't complain. Now I'm allowed to hangout out at coffee bean again. Total score.

Another thing that somehow finally got fixed was my hand-me-down couch. When I first moved to LA, the movers somehow broke it and the screw fell out or whatevers. I tried fixing it with Chrislyn on the first day here in LA, but that damn screw just did not go in. Plus, some stupid ass spring was blocking it, which totally bruised our fingers. So yeah, I've been hanging out for the past month on a broken couch, which had a 75% chance of me falling back with my legs in the air flailing around and it flapping into a bed (it's a futon) when ever I sat on it. Trust. It happened on many occasions and I was Furosha Couture like no other. It was like a frickin monster that swallowed me whole every damn time I sat on it. It was ridiculous and I seriously don't know how I actually survived with that crap. Anyways, I was rather bored the other day, and with the luck of the mac starting up, I thought that I could fix the sofa for good. Turns out, the main piece shifted down blocking the actual hole for the screw to go in. That's why when Chrislyn and I were trying to get it back in, we were only getting bruises because the piece wasn't in the proper place. Gosh, get that IDIOT stamp out and place it directly in the middle of my forehead. Yeah, so it's aaaallll good now. yay!

So I think the big question now is, "how am i 'really' doing?" A lot has changed in the past few months--finally graduating after six years, losing my job, moving to LA-- and I have to say, I'm actually doing okay. Yes, it could be better under circumstances, but I'm okay. I don't know if it's the fact that I feel like somehow everything will work out, or to be honest quite possibly it won't, but I'm just so happy to be here. Maybe it's the fact that I took a huge risk and I'm very proud of myself for evening taking that step... I don't know. It's so weird and unfamiliar not to know what I'm doing. I've always had a plan; for a very long time now. But with all the change happening, I just kind of gotta roll with it and take it day by day. I honestly don't know whats going to happen anymore, and it's exciting but scary at the same time. It was so easy to dream of my perfect future when I was still in school, but now that I'm out of it and in the real world, I kind of see things differently. I'm taken aback by it all, and feel like there's sooo much more out there than I could imagine. I mean, there's a whole world for me out there to explore. I don't know how to explain it, but it's all so different than what I expected 6 months ago.


It's pretty crazy that I don't even know anymore. The only thing I know is, is to just hope for the best. That's what I'm living by...

I'm tired now. night night.

Wow so where to begin. Well...shortly after my last blog, I lost my job. We all sort of knew it was coming, and our principles were kind enough to keep us all in the loop of where the company stood, which lets be honest, wasn't good. We had a deadline due at the end of the work week, and after that we pretty much had nothing. So yeah, it was expected on that following Monday. They cut four designers from our thinning group, and I was one of them. From 25 designers, down to 5 in the past year and half. I must say though, I'm glad I made it that far. If this was a design competition, say Top Design?, I would have at least made it to the top 5. Great way to look at things...i guess.

After that, I had to do a total reevaluation. Rearrange my priories, my goals- oh gosh it was just a mess. So my options were:

a. Find another job in vegas
b. Move to LA, settle, and find a job
c. Move back home

Well obviously option C was completely out of the question- being that I can barely pull of "local" status anymore. Option A had it's possibilities, especially since I had a lot of connections and contacts with the other big firms in town, and knew many people in the industry. But nope, I decided to go with option B. I've been wanting to move to LA for so long now- and this is obviously the time to do it. I have literally nothing to hold me back.

Don't worry, I did my usual calculations, budgets, pros & cons lists- the works. Trust.

So after I made up my final decision, the next question was, "where to even begin?" First I needed to look for a place. So I went shopping on every website possible for apartments and living arrangements. Of course, being a very particular bitch, I had an extremely small range to choose from because I wanted to be in the PRIME areas of LA. Santa Monica, West Hollywood, Venice...only the best :P With that, of course comes with a big price. It was a tough 2 weeks looking for something in my minimal budget, but in the areas that I wanted to be in. I picked my top five, made phone calls for appointments, and headed to check them out.

Sadly though, none of them felt right. So that night while staying at my friends pad, I did a little bit more research and found 5 more options that I could check out before I headed back to vegas. This time around it was WAY better. I had two great places to choose from. One was an apartment that was like a vintage 1920's Art Deco building which I absolutely loved, but location wasn't quite there. The second place was a guest house in prime location, but the place was smaller and the bedroom closet was tiny. ooohhh that's a toughie.

Well after much thought, especially on the drive home, I decided to go with option 2-- and I must say I couldn't be happier! :) I now currently live in a guest house (well more like an attic above the garage) that kind of looks like a tiny cottage, with the best landlord anyone could have asked for. He included the utilities, HD cable connection, and the internet with the rent- all which saves me about 300 a month. Plus he let me store a few things in the garage (huge help since I have so much crap) and I get to use the hot tub whenever I like. Not too shabby eh? And I designed a solution about the closet issue in the bedroom so there was no problem there. YAY!

Okay break time. I'll continue my new life story later- probably tomorrow. **kisses