How many times must I sound like a broken record before I start getting more consistent about updating posts here? Sheesh, you’d think I’d moved halfway across the country or something.
Yes, it did indeed happen, yes it was just as terrifying as I thought it would be, and yes, I cried in front of strangers. Bawled, actually. Complete hysterics.
But, I’m better now, the sun is always shining, and as I like to say: I’m here, I’m not queer, and I’m ready to mingle. (Alright, I don’t actually like to say that, but when you don’t have a catchphrase…) And by mingling, no, I’m not looking to jump into the dating scene–is there one? What do people mean when they say, “dating scene”? Sheesh, it’s like we live in a freaking movie (p.s. if you know where the dating scene is, I’m having trouble finding it. SOS)–though, if Henry Cavill needs a date to the next awards show, I won’t say no. What I mean is, I’m ready to meet people and make some friends. Actually, I need to meet people and make some friends. Last night I got angry at my wall for ignoring my sorrows.
Or am I?
But really. You would not BELIEVE how difficult it is to find groups of like-minded people. I’ve been searching for three weeks and I’m still struggling to find a Young Adults group to join. Would you believe that? 2nd largest city in America and nobody hangs out in organized clusters. It’s like Universities operate on some structured system to help you meet people or something…nah. So, if you live in LA, and you want to hang out, give me a ring. No, not my phone–I’m not giving that out online, fool. A literal ring. Diamonds are a girl’s best friend, after all.
Okay, that last joke wasn’t funny. I don’t care.
For those of you out there who are still reading this for assurance that the transition from school to the real world can be survivable, don’t worry, I got your back. I have a lot I want to tell you on that subject, but for fear of making this post a monster to read, I’m going to write that into a separate post, just for you, my lovelies.
I also want to tell you all about my perception of Los Angeles since getting here. Like my reasoning for the above, be looking for that in a separate post.
Don’t worry, they will both be coming. I’ve decided I will be updating my blog every Thursday. Get excited.
Until then, just know that I am safe, if still a little emotionally insecure about the state of my life. But the weather is better than wherever you are (not to be snotty, but I can guarantee it is) and I’ve already had two celebrity sightings, plus I’m currently working in an industry that, until now, I’d only ever dreamed about. Oh, and I live ten minutes from the beach.
If don’t hate me enough to stop reading my blog, then I’ll see you next week for another edition of let’s-see-how-much-I-can-brag.