Things are getting really real

Sitting here on my couch, surrounded by boxes, watching "Entourage" and charging my video camera right next to me...things are getting real. Things are getting really real. Seriously, I've wanted to move to L.A. since I was a little girl, maybe early teens, and now it's really happening. And yes, I've been stressed and worried about all the things that could possibly go wrong, but I think I'm going to be okay. I will be okay once that plane touches down at LAX, and we're there, safe and sound, in the California sun! How long before Anneka starts harassing us to go to the beach, I wonder...or the playground! I might take them to the playground that day because they haven't been able to go in so long! And there is a playground down the street from our new place!

My mother is having a going-away party for us on Sunday. My cousin took the day off work to drive us to Midway. I really will miss my family. It's going to suck because everyone was just a short car drive away...now they're a  $100-$200 plane ride away. I'll get used to it, and I'm sure people will fly out, and we will fly back perhaps for a major holiday or two.

Also, I started writing a screenplay this week, that I'm currently totally obsessing over. I've been writing notes, wrote an outline, and telling Bry every idea I have for the movie. He's been giving me feedback like crazy. It's a fantasy film about dreams and past lives, but it's also a comedy and romance. I want to star in it with Adrian Grenier and I want Edgar Wright (Scott Pilgrim vs the World, Shaun of the Dead) to direct. I've been tweeting at him, but no response. Once I'm done with the script, I'm going to start stalking at him. Okay, that's all I'm going to say on this. I feel weird showing my hand!

Meanwhile, I'm supposed to be up and packing and cleaning and feeding the girls breakfast. Going to go wash some strawberries!

Later gators.

Stressful Week

Well, I've had a stressful week. From waiting to hear from the building manager at the new apartment building in California, to realizing I have a small crack in my tooth and my dentist's assistant saying she doesn't have an appointment until March 8th (I'll be in L.A. by then!), to trying to figure when we're going to buy a new refrigerator for the place...it's just been a tough, stressful, sleepless week.

Last night, Bry was snoring and I just couldn't go back to sleep, so I went into the living room, taking my pillow and laying down on the couch. I put the red throw from Ikea over me and ended up falling asleep. Bry came in there perhaps 2 1/2 hours later and told me to come get back into bed. I know I must have slept a decent amount, but I was awake for a little while. Nevertheless, I feel sleepless. It's probably the stress. And I'm not looking forward to starting from scratch with this new city, not knowing where everything else and getting lost a lot. Hell, I would still get lost in Chicago sometimes!

I know it's the start of something big and something I've been obsessing over since I was a kid. The dream of moving to L.A. and actually working in the business, as opposed to the little bit of acting I've done here. It's time to get on top of things. Start going over my monologues, both comedic and dramatic ones, redoing my resume, blah blah blah...who has time for that right now?! I still need to make a list of crap we aren't taking with us then calling my mom and aunts and asking them what they want, then dropping stuff off.

Meanwhile, I've been watching a shitload of "Entourage". I've loved Adrian Grenier since "The Adventures of Sebastian Cole". I adored him in that movie. Hell, I might buy it on Amazon or get it through Netflix. He's so beautiful.

But on the plus side, I heard from the building manager, she got the copy of the lease and the deposit. I sent it via the post office and paid extra so she would have to sign for it. I also bought the plane tickets. We're on track. We're so on track. Next week will probably be even more stressful.

Laters.