It is now 5:01 a.m. PST and I am laying on my (dog) bed after a long "hard" night of work. AKA I just sat in an office by myself for 8 hours doing Yoga, watching two rather shitty Italian films, sipping coffee off the balcony while watching a Police Helicopter hunt down some lunatic running amock in the streets of HWood and taking calls from pissed off security guards who sound like they are munching on a gravel sandwich. "I'm sorry what was your name?......Ahmedyghanyium Hylijuskhmannn? How do you spell that?" Yeah, that pretty much was my night summed up for you. I am debating on whether or not to sleep now or later or both. Decisions, decisions.

I went back home to Dirty Jerz last weekend to surprise the friends and family and also to have my Teeth of Wisdom removed. That was a blast, honestly. I came home Saturday did the whole "surprise!" thing and chilled with the fam first and then went over to Fry's graduation party. Go College! I am always proud of people who graduate from College. I couldn't stand that shit for more than 5 weeks I don't know how people do it for years. Monday came and La Dentista told me I had to go to the Oral Surgeon to get the Wizzers out because they were impacted. Yikes! (says Mommy and Daddy's bank accounts) Rock on for no insurance. Yeah that sucks. Although I must say the procedure was rather bitchin'. I sit in the chair, the nurse (who happens to look just like Liz from Nip/Tuck for all you fans out there)  puts the laughing gas mask on me, then I get all giggly and fuzzy and they put the IV in......... ***BAMMMM!***  I wake up an hour later feelin' gooooooooood! The car ride home was a hot mess and I'm sure I sounded just delightful but I felt like a Warehouse Rave circa 1996, sans neon UFO's and glowsticks, and no more agonizing jaw pain every 6 months! Now that is some magical shit right there. If you have wisdom teeth, get them out it is sooooooo worth it.

Let's talk Airport. I won't even begin to get into the Asians running around with their Pork Flu masks on because if you watch the news you know what I mean. There is ALWAYS "That Guy" on every flight, I don't care what airline or where you're flying, he is ALWAYS there. And he is ALWAYS sitting next to me. On the bird home to Dirty Jerz I think I am scoring a kick-ass window seat with noone next to me. Cue sweaty, middle-aged businessman, always in a rush, nothing is ever satisfying, everyone is out to get me guy. "Excuse me ma'am but you are in MY seat." Oh fuck no, did he just call me "ma'am." So instead of arguing with the worthless fucktard I just get up and move a seat over. Well the whole flight Dr. Douchebag keeps pushing my elbows off of the arm rest and opening and closing the window everytime I close my eyes. Not only is he pissing me off but he pretends to sleep everytime the Flight Attendants come around with the "Complimentary Beverages" and then hits the button and yells that they skipped right over him. Grrr. At least on the flight back I was sandwiched between another slighty less annoying "That Guy" and an uber cute little hipster boy with guyliner from Williamsburg who kept me plenty distracted. ::Snickers::

We have visitors at the Compound this week. Avi, Tom, and Marianne are here and although I don't see very much of them I am enjoying their company. They are all fun and get the humor that runs through this backwards house of ours. They all went to Kimmel tonight I believe but I haven't spoken to anyone being it is now 5:28 a.m. and the house is silent, with the exception of my bed which sounds like a bear cave with the boyz snorin' away. I am totally and completely obsessed with True Blood now. It is fucking brilliant! Seriously HBO knows what's up. I would love to get a gig working on True Blood even for one episode that would be awesome. I have one more episode left of Season One so I am going to slip into a heavily medicated comatose (go Wizzers) and finish it off.  That's all I have left for now.

In the future I am going to begin a Recipe/Movie/Beauty Tip of the day. Also I am thinking of doing a random fact or something like that as well. For tonight I will leave you with True Blood. Watch it on HBO!

Much Love Killas!

E

Sooooooo......

To start off, yesterday I committed 4 of the 7 deadly sins. Sloth, Gluttony, Wrath, and Greed. I was quite content with myself. It felt good to be an asshole on my day off. I literally slept until 3 p.m. (partially because of the Bollywood Video that was shot until 5 a.m.) and also because I really just felt like being a lazy fuck for a day. After working 60 hour weeks I felt I owed myself a day of Sloth and Gluttony. When I called my dad it was 6 p.m. EST and he was like "Why the hell are you still in bed?!" Anyhow, I watched City of God...again...and was just as amazed as before. Seriously though best movie ever. Then I proceeded to get lost in Battle Royale for all of an hour or so and then decided to watch Fight Club and go back to sleep because my nipples were offending my roommates. Don't ask.

Also, expect an awesome PSA from South Holt Productions very shortly.....mwahahaha

Today I woke up and took Justina to meet with some Music peeps in Hollywood. I am amazed to say I actually enjoyed everything about it! Mostly because we found a bitchin' diner and being the Jersey girls we are scored some sweet chili cheese fries. But before that we were in the studio and just had some really good vibes about that place and everyone there was totally on their shit. The day was beautiful and I parked for free....twice....in Hollywood. Yeah I know, bananas. Later on I came back home and soon headed off for work. Commute blew balls today so it took me an hour. Gay. Then work was cake. Scored some cheap veggies on the way home and here I am. Happy as a pig in shit I believe it is?

Kind of sad that I am so broke I can't even get a damn 6 pack of Corona's on effing Cinco de Mayo but I guess I don't really need the calories. So it's lifes way of telling me to lay off the cerveza. But then Vin comes home with some PBR's like a good roommate. Love him. I don't really know what was in the air in Los Angeles today but whatever it was, KEEP IT COMING! Noone was an asshole.Eeryone was in a good mood, even when I got in trouble with my bosses, they were almost happy to tell me. It was fucking brilliant!

Cuba is sooooo on but I have yet to tell my boss. Nervous. But I can't wait, and hello I am getting paid to vacation (work)for two weeks in Havana. Who wouldn't take that opportunity. Vincent decided tonight that he was going to live his life by whatever the fortune inside the cookie said and when he cracked it open all hopeful and giddy..................it was fucking empty. What the shit does that mean? I don't know but I am kind of rambling now,so I am going to help Jacob transform into Violet and send them off to WeHo for the gayness that is Fiesta Cantina. Worddddd.

Much Love,

E

Okay so here is today's story.

I woke up and got ready to go to work for the 60th hour this week. I know I should be named Lupe, but at least I'll be a rich bitch soon. So I, being all obsessed with earthquakes and whatnot, was waiting for the ginorme 5.7-7.0 fatty that was supposed to happen today. Nothing. I mean it's great and all but I just want to experience one so I can say "I've lived through an earthquake." A little disappointed yet relieved. After sunbathing on the steps of my job and pondering the meaning of life on my lunch break I realized I haven't been to the beach (during the day) in a hot minute. So that is what I am going to do tomorrow on my ONE day off. Hermosa or Manhattan? You decide.

Also, I am not allowed to read at work yet. Apparently you have to go through a 30 day probation period of just sitting at the desk taking calls and checking into accounts before you can read. But since it is Sunday and all and cleary Snooze Town at work I cracked open Battle Royale. READ THAT SHIT!!! I was completely captivated within the first two pages. I am now sitting on my bed staring at it somewhat reluctantly because I am totally aware that I am going to fall into another "Twilight Haze" as I refer to it. This is the period of time where I lock myself in my room and don't eat, drink, or do any other necessary daily function until I have read myself to sleep. But it is wayyyy worth it. This book rocks.

Another issue I am having with global society is this damn "Swine Flu." Or "Spicy Pork Flu" as I like to call it, because I get at least 100 calls a day at work from people thinking that because they have diarrhea they've got the pig. Get over it, wash your hands and move on.

I took Wilton home today instead of Normandie and what a difference it made in my evening commute. Not only was the road actually paved but I wasn't cut off by angry Armenians and bombarded with Mexicans trying to sell me flowers at the stop light. Instead I was winding through the most beautiful little neighborhoods of well groomed palm trees and gorgeous adobe houses. It's clearly the little things in life that please me so. As if the decrease in LA afternoon traffic wasn't enough I came home to a ready to go meal made by Asia of chicken, rice, carrots and potatoes. Delish I tell you. It was our first "family dinner" in a while and it was delightful. Now we have all receded to our rooms as is the norm and gone about our business. (Battle Royale whats up??)

I am really hoping tomorrows weather will be nice but if it decided to rain like crazy I won't object. Instead I will sleep until 2 p.m. and therefore sink into my Twilight Haze. Either way tomorrow shall be a good one.

Oh shizzz, I almost forgot. So I got a call from the Line Producer of "Mosaico", a Portuguese film I am due to work on in Havana, Cuba next month. For a while I thought it was called off but apparently they were shooting some Stallone film in Rio that got a little dissheveled and he was rather busy. Need I say more? So anyhow he was like "Just checking in and we may have to push the dates back a little, but no biggie its all good we got the Governments approval so it's a Green Light." Sweeeet I'm going to Cuba people! Lets do it! Needless to say I have had quite the day today and I am sure tomorrow will be great as well. If not you will find out shortly.

That's all for now.

Much Love,

E

p.s.  - Watch City of God if you like good movies. Yeah.

QUAKE WATCH #2!!!!

So let's get started. It was about November or December when my buddy Vincent gave me a ring and said "Let's just fucking go to LA." I was like sure why not. So after a month of house/job hunting and another week of goodbyes I was on the road. Drove 15 hours to Savannah to begin the journey westward. Savannah was, as it always is, amazing.  Even for the three days I was there. That was when the Twilight obsession began. (Thank you Rachel and Mila.) So we packed up the house and dogs and hit the road.

First stop (somewhere outside of) Pensacola, FL. Weird. That's all I have to say. Next day we were headed to New Orleans. After about 14 hours of driving we were dead ass tired and skipped the New Orleans route, headed through Baton Rouge and ended up in Winnie, TX. Once again, weird. I must give a hot shout out to Mobile, AL for being an awesome little city in the DIRRRRTY South.

Next stop, BIRTHDAY in Austin, TX. Fucking sweeeeet! Great young hippie town. Met up with our good pal Karina and headed over to Trudy's for some Fried Avacado and Mexican Martini's. Hands down the BEST food I have ever tasted, so if you're in Austin hit that shizz up! Chilled out at her place for the night before the long drive across Texas the next day to New Mexico. Said "See you soon!" to Karina (she now lives here in LA) and headed out. After having breakfast at WhatABurger (more like WhattheFuckdidIjustEat) we were driving through San Antonio. Didn't get to spend much time there because we still had many a mile to go that day.  Several hours later we were driving through Selena land or El Paso. Again, weird and a little scary. About an hour later we arrived in Las Cruces, NM. Yayyyyyyyyy! Fucking gorge! Oh I left out Ft. Stockton, TX.

10 a.m. and we're back on the road. New Mexico, stunning and bizarre. Let's talk about the man wheeling a 15ft. crucifix down the highway in the MIDDLE of the damn desert, and the wild pigs chillen in the cactus. I know. Arizona was beautiful and the sunset was unbelievable. So we decided to stick it out and go straight through to LA. Hours and mountains later we see the lights of Los Angeles. Home Sweet Home.

Now we finally get to our new home and its 4:30 a.m., raining and freezing. Um, I thought LA was supposed to be hot? We can't find the damn key but the back door was opened so we claim our rooms and go to sleep. Next day my girl Marsha takes me to do all of the touristy shit like Hollywood and all that jazz. Eh, glad I got it out of the way.

So let's fast forward a couple of months and jobs.....

I am now an angry Angelino working in none other than Hollywood. But it's all good because I have an awesome job and super cool roommates. I now begin my rant.

TEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT THE EAST COAST.

1. Pizza

2. Bagels

3. Mass Transit (Trains, Subways, Ferries, Cheap Taxi's, etc.)

4. New York

5. My Family/Friends

6. Rain (I know kind of strange)

7. People that have taken some sort of course on driving.

8. Diners

9. Getting my hair done for free.

10. NOT HAVING TO PUMP MY OWN GAS! (What's up JERZ?!) 

I know that people from Los Angeles hate New Yorkers that "come to LA and bitch about how much cooler New York is" but I mean I never hear people from LA move to New York and whine about why it's not as great as LA.............

So San Diego rocks, I was only there for one day but hot damn did I love it and it is wayyyy stunning out here. I mean the scenery is so beautiful and I am sitll amazed everyday when I am driving up the hills into Hollywood. Runyon Canyon is my jam. So I am confident that it is not all of California that is out to get me. I also have to give a big shout out to my roommates for really making the best of it out here. That's the advantage of being a dorky theater kid and living with other dorky theater kids. You're never bored. There is always a Silent Western film, 80's remake Music Video, or photo shoot to do. And also we are all musicians, well basically everyone except for me, so it's nice to come home and hear someone sing their heart out at the piano or bust a rockin' tune on the guitar. (and the occasional bang on the cowbell, yes there is one in the house.) So I am beginning to see why fate has brought me to South Holt in Ladera.

Another thing that is pretty sweet is I am 5 minutes from the beach. Venice Beach. Which yes I know it is touristy and all but I love that it still has it's charm and some original members. If you are from New Jersey it is the Seaside Heights of Los Angeles. Guilty pleasure?

Here I am now, sitting in my FREE queen sized bed (that's a whole other post) tired after working 10 hours and speaking broken Armenian (again, a whole other post) with my head buzzing. I have somewhat exhausted my obsession with Slumdog Millionaire so I am moving onto City of God. Go filmmaker roommates for having great movies all the time! So that's it for now I figured I would try to bring you all up to speed and I am sure I left out important details but I will be sure to include in future posts. Goodnight and pump a fist back in Jersey for me.....not your gas.

Much love,

E