Today's my first official weekday in Los Angeles. I spent all weekend insided, so I figured it was time to get out of the house. I've been wanting to check out more of Hollywood since I've been here, so I left the house around 1:00 pm and walked for what seemed like forever down La Brea Avenue towards the Hills. It was a really nice walk, except for the fact that the sun was blazing, and I was wearing a baggy sweater (I can't help it. I'll never give them up).
Anyways, I walked all the way to Hollywood, and I was about two blocks away from the canyon entrance when I got a phone call for my first interview, which is SUPER exciting. My phone kept cutting out, so I had to call the woman back three times, but I got it eventually. It's not for my dream job or anything, but if I can start working for this company I can make, hopefully, around $15/hour, which, Lars calculated, will make me rich beyond my wildest dreams. Or at least help me pay off student loans and not have to start selling drugs/my organs. Sooo this is good news. I've been praying for this for a while. I definitely feel like someone's looking out for me up there. A-wink!
I got to Runyon Canyon and hiked up the hill to the overlook, which was breathtaking. You can see literally all of Los Angeles from up there. I still can't believe I'm here.
After Runyon (speaking of which, I owe Runyon Canyon $2 for water), I walked down La Brea for a bit, then decided to turn on Santa Monica and walked for a while. I stopped at a place called Circus Books for a few minutes, which was kind of cool. They had a lot...a LOT... of gay porn in there, but they also had some really great deals in the back, like a few books by Joyce Carol Oates for $2 each, and a bunch of books on the movie industry for less than $5 each. If I weren't so terrified of spending money, I would've walked out there a very happy girl. With books. Not porn. Just so we're clear.
I walked down Santa Monica some more, then turned down La Cienega, passed the Beverly Center, onto San Vicente, then onto Sycamore, and HOME to Leanne's house. My legs have never been more tired in my life. I can feel every last block on them.
The moral of the story is that today was a good day. Over the weekend I felt really disconnected from the city, like I was working against it if that makes any sense. I'd applied for soo many jobs, and I kept on getting this nagging feeling like they were all long shots. The phone call was just what I needed. I also got a lot of sun today. My moisturizer didn't have any sunscreen, which I'll pay for in thirty years, but in the meantime I got quite a nice tan. And my hair keeps getting blonder, which needs to be remedied. I miss being a brunette/redhead.
I also learned that Rexburg left a bigger imprint on me than I originally thought. In Rexburg, EVERYONE smiles at EVERYONE. All the time. It's one of the friendliest places on Earth. I found myself smiling at everyone I passed out of habit, which I think took some people by surprise, especially some men. It's probably a stupid thing to do, especially with the men, but I can't help it. So, I think I'm going to make a deal with God: I'll be nice to everyone I see on the streets (smile at people, open doors, say 'hi,') if God will let me not get mugged. I think it's pretty reasonable.
So now I'm sitting in a Starbucks, using up all their free WiFi, listening to "Ramona" by Beck, and I'm feeling sooo good. I feel like I've accomplished something today, and I feel like tomorrow has a lot of potential too.
Because tomorrow, I ride the BUS.
Goodnight, Los Angeles.