Catching Ya Up

Alright! I have just returned from my week in”La-La Land” and I am SO STOKED to be moving there. No joke, it was the most stressful and fun weekend of my summer thus far. Found an apartment, a charming lil two bedroom in North Hollywood that was the most affordable residence that wouldn't require me to join a gang or take up business selling crystal meth and gummi bears. I imagine they go well together. Actually, my friends Jaime and Becca helped me look for an apartment one hot, traffic jammed day, and as we went into an “out-of-the-price-range-but-fun-to-look-at” building, this conversation ensued between Jaime and the landlord of the building. Not quite verbatim but as close to it as I'm going to get while sitting in this Barnes and Noble listening to a 4 year old recite the ABC's behind me.

Jaime: How much is it to rent an apartment here?

Landlord (Now referred to as Julio): 1600.

Jaime: That's a little out of our price range. (while gesturing back to both mine and, incidentally, Becca's general direction) The apartment is actually for my two friends. We're looking for something between 1200 and 1350, do you work for any buildings in that price range.

Julio: (awkward silence as he looks Becca and I up and down)
Becca and Riley: (simultaneous sideways glances at each other)

Julio: There are apartments that inexpensive...but I can tell what you two would like...and they would not suit your...quality.

Becca and Riley: (now awkward sideways glances at each other)

Jaime: Right...but what they can afford is what they can afford.

Julio: Trust me...these places aren't for people of your...quality.

Becca and Riley:...................ok.................thank you?

So obviously he meant “pretty and popular” when he kept repeating the word “quality.” I mean wtf...it may not appear so but I imagine myself, but especially one Becca Euliss, doing perfectly fine in a gang fight and/or a drug dealer turf war. My quality is Bro-fessionality. Suck it Julio.



See what I mean? Hardcore.


Now, in other news. I got myself a spot in an acting class I am looking forward to and I'll tell you why. I had to audition to get in, and whilst I was performing two monologues that required a certain state of preparation and emotional connection, all I could think about in my head was “God...it's been so long since I've masturbated.”

Needless to say I wasn't very connected. So, I knew that if I was a revelation to this acting teacher than I might need to search for somewhere else. After I finished, however, and her response was a sort of blank stare and a lackluster “well...ok...good.” I knew she was the real deal. She gave me some critiques, worked with my pieces, and accepted me into the class. I'm very much looking forward to it. She seemed like a cool chick that knew her shit. Plus I'd be the youngest person in the class. I'd be like...the baby. That shit's crazy! It's a constant reminder that I'm back at the bottom after jumping off the top rung of the undergrad ladder. But guess what LA...Riley McIlveen GETS IT DONE! I'm packing my bags, putting on my combat boots, and getting ready to kick some ass.

GET AT ME!