Memorable Moments in an Alien World











{October 18, 2011}   The Rules of the Road

LA traffic can feel downright brutal.

But I grew up in socal and am used to the rude drivers, the California waves, and the panic and multiple accidents that invariably ensue when it so much as mists outside.

I’m not the world’s most defensive driver, but I’m quickly making my way up the ranks. I have been particularly annoyed at the way L.A.iens (clever, right?) attempt to defy merging. It ought to work like a zipper – every other car – but rarely do I witness it functioning as it ought. Read the rest of this entry »



{September 30, 2011}   If You Can Take the Hit…

Today I signed a year-lease to rent a room in Westwood. I feel like I’m walking into a good situation and am excited (this is SO lame) to change my status on facebook from: “Murrieta” to “Los Angeles.” It is outright bizarre how online activity has a tendency to define some people (like myself) to a certain extent.

Anyhow after doing some work in Santa Monica, I decided it would be a capital idea to drive around Westwood and become a bit more familiar with my new area of residence. I started from the condo and worked my way out, in a square-like fashion. Frankly, I still feel a little lost and am looking forward to buying a map. That’s right. Not maps.google, not mapquest, an actual physical map. I need some way to center myself in my new surroundings. Read the rest of this entry »



{September 26, 2011}   Why You Should Always Offer to Drive

I signed a contract to stay with someone I met on craigslist (the place where dreams come true) for the rest of the month in exchange for $400. When I arrived at her apartment, I was greeted by an angry-looking scary chick that I would come to know as one of this girl’s best friends. They were going out to dinner and invited me along, but as I sensed a degree of hostility from my new roommate’s friend, I passed. My roommate pleaded for me to join them and so I did. As we walked out I thought, “Maybe you should offer to drive, Amanda.” Psh! I just drove 2.5 hours to get here. Forget it. Read the rest of this entry »



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