the brightest part

2008-11-29T10:28:00.000-08:00

I love the window seat on an airplane. Having ability to look out at the country as you fly by, watching the mountains look so small... it's incredible. The pilow just announced that we're flying over Las Vegas currently, and I'm curious as to whether or not I'll be able to see "The Strip" from my seat. Everything is so big from the ground, but so small from the sky. What I do know for certain, is that we're no longer in California.

Departure: Los Angeles, CA
Destination: Salt Lake City, UT

Trust me, there's not many reasons why I would willing go to Utah. Warped Tour, club tours, and that's about it. But here I am. I applied for a job working at a celebrity ski event in Park City, UT, and they called Monday asking if I was still interested... Yes!! The television world is slow right now due to the holidays, so it's not like I had any pressing committments. Plus, the company was willing to fly me out, put me up in a lodge, and hook us up with a ski day! Let's ignore the fact that I'll probably spend the day on my behind sliding down the mountain, for the record.

I returned to San Diego for Thanksgiving to visit my Dad. I absolutely love him. He drove me back to Los Angeles and saw our house... says it's just like he figured. He also told me if I'm still doing this in two years, that I've fucked up. That I need my own apartment, a steady job.

He's right, in a way. But I love our house, I love working freelance, and I love working in the music and television world. I love having ridiculously amazing jobs... like this one, flying out to Utah for a week and a half for a celebrity skifest.

I'm 23 years old, I'm still figuring things out. And that's okay, I'm alright with that.

002. A year from now, where will we be?

2008-10-15T11:40:00.000-07:00

Do you ever just wake up, walk through the steps of your day and wonder how on earth you got to that point? Whether good or bad, just looking around at what surrounds you and thinking, "is this really my life?"

I still remember the way it felt walking into the Greek Theatre last year, just a little bit later in the month of October then it is now. Walking around in my Halloween dress, being cold, but unwilling to put a jacket on since our outfits were covered with fake blood and I didn't want it on my jackets. Stepping in to the longest bathroom I've ever been in, trying to wash the fake blood off (but sort of sickly enjoying looking like a bloody mess). Watching the crew run around during the set, making sure everything was happening properly, everyone was where they needed to be seated. I remember recognizing a production guy I had worked with earlier in the year, and wanting to say something, ask how he'd been, but being too far away to say anything, and not being entirely sure he remembered me. I remember looking at everything and being so amazed at it all. It was such an amazing production, an amazing show, and I wanted to be apart of it. I remember trying to figure out how I was going to accomplish what it was that I wanted to do, how I could possibly get my foot in the door. It seemed like such a big world away from everything that I had witnessed so far, and I didn't know how I could possibly get in to the mix.

Now here we are, almost exactly a year later. And I'm walking through the same gates that I did a year earlier, entering the same bathroom and still being amazed at the size. I'm looking at my name listed under the talent department on the staff list-- proof that I'm actually apart of the production. My name is still pretty far down on the ladder, but it doesn't matter, because there's nowhere to go but up. I even managed to score two tickets to the event that I can give to my friends, so they can come see what I've been working on. And now I'm watching the stage being built quickly, the changes in the decorations from the year before, staring up at all the empty seats waiting to fill with this years audience. I stare at the same seat that I sat in last year, watching the show take place. And I realize: somehow, someway, I found myself here. Somehow, I did it. I worked my ass off, and I accomplished this.

I still can't believe I'm here sometimes. It's a really, really good feeling.

I can only imagine what the next year will bring me, and where I'll be a year from now.

001. A new blog, oy!

2008-10-06T12:54:00.000-07:00

So this is 23.

If the first week of this new age is any indication to how the rest of the year is going to turn out, then I won't have a single complaint. If the first month of officially living in Los Angeles is any indication on how much my life has and is going to continue to change and grow, then this just might be one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Change is what you make of it, I suppose. And I'm looking towards the positive side.

I'm ridiculously addicted to Twitter, fascinated with the Silent Movie Theatre in Hollywood, and after last night, realized just how much I missed picking up my Nikon DSLR.