LA WEEKEND

Figuring this out after almnost 4 years makes me feel pretty retarded. Maybe I knew it existed, but my pre-LA brain never ever absorbed one simple fact.

Everyone works. All the time. (If you want to make it<---it was important to put that there)

Now this could just be me getting older (my 29 year old roommate would kill me for saying this, but she stayed up later on Friday night than I did, so she has more than proven her lost youth) but I went to sleep before everyone on a Friday night, mostly because I had a meeting at 11AM on a SATURDAY. In weekday time, I would have gladly taken this 11AM meeting. But on a Saturday? Yes, it was important. But no, my body was not particularly wired to think on a Saturday morning. Getting a manicure/pedicure or an eyebrow wax, yes. Not a meeting where I actually have to feign being at least a little intelligent.

Another little deet I figured out was that said meetings on the weekends can take place wherever you want/you can wear whatever you want. While waking up at 10AM and figuring out what to wear, I noticed the potential bird's nest happening on the back of my head. But then, figuring I needed time to actually prep for the meeting, I just convinced myself that no one was going to be looking at the back of my head except for the person behind me. Perfect, I will just make sure no one walks behind me. I slapped on some jean shorts, a gray shirt and some rainbow sandals. A wise guy once told me that when going to these meetings "we are the talent, it doesn't matter what we wear". True dat. So I got to the meeting, tried to keep my greens open and talked on my merry way. I think it went okay.

...then I came home.

I seemed to remember a stench like that of a skunk this morning, but I was in such a rush that I forgot about it. When I returned home, there was this awful aroma, yet again, and it had now seeped into my room. One thing I asked before I started living with my current roommate before moving in with her over two years ago? Please don't smoke green plant in the house. If you do, go in your room. But she never even does that.

When I arrived home, she was on the couch, nothing had been cleaned up (I guess it is possible to make a mess even after I go to sleep). Of course, I was a little irked. I told her not to do it in the living room. IT IS THE ONE THING I ASKED. ONE THING. It's not like I asked her to get off the couch for an hour a day so that I can catch up on the Tivo I pay for as well (that is another issue entirely), it is simple. DON'T SMOKE POT IN THE HOUSE. Some people thought I was uptight for doing that, but really, I don't give a fuck.  The one thing I am uptight about is having a skunk-like stench in my living room and seeping through my clothes. If you don't like it and you want to avoid the wrath of this girl, then don't fucking do it. Argh. Needless to say, the smell cleared out, but mostly because of my Anthropologie candle.

It was also a beautiful day so unlike some other people I decided to go outside and enjoy myself. Laziness is not something I am prone to, especially since the wheels in my head are always turning. I always feel like I have something to do, and even if I don't I do something.

Okay, it is way too early for this cat to be so annoying. She is finding every plastic bag and gnawing on it. Great, the last thing I need is cat puke in my room.

It is another beautiful day today. I will write more later as I have GOT to catch up on Gossip Girl before someone comes home and refuses to believe that the living room is, in fact, not her bedroom but her bedroom is covered in massive heaps of messiness. Maybe she just gets confused?