California Winters

The more winters I spend in California the more I adore it. The only times I ever spent January 3rd in jeans and a tee were when friends and I would try to prove who had the brassest balls by stripping when it got below zero to see who could tolerate the cold the best. And shovelling snow, the body gets incredibly hot so after a few heaves I'd usually start losing layers until I was tee-shirted and steaming. My new life resolution might be to never return to the east coast when its cold again. I'll start celebrating me birthday, Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas with my family all in one grand party in June or something.

I burnt the shit out of my left bicep this morning on the edge of a toaster oven, the price one pays for being obsessed with Leanpockets. So tasty. Lovely blister that will eventually need to be tended to, small price to pay for deliciousness and being vertically challenged. Serves me right for completely ignoring the warning on the package that says not recommended for use with regular or toaster ovens. Damn your rules!

I'm enjoying a lazy Sunday in North Hollywood. Weather is glorious, probably low 70's. I spent all night and all morning blasting through the first 28 episodes of Californication. Great tv show. Now I'm all high on the idea of writing a novel. Regardless of the outcome (most likely another incomplete project on the piile) I think it'll be a fun exercise so I'll most likely start when I'm done here. This all ties into my Empty Shell Theory. If I spend a lot of time watching a movie or find myself invested in a particular character I'll pick up on their traits and mannerisms. Certain movies have become tools I use to steer myself in the right direction headpsace-wise. All in all it gets me more and more intrigued to actually try my hand at acting. Half the people I meet think I'm an actor anyway. No idea why. Hank Moody is probably not the best character to pick up the traits of but what the hell, should be fun. At least it'll fuel the battle between my furious inferiority complex and my raging superiority complex. Nothing quite like being a self-deprecating narcissist. Probably just further proof that I'm incurably bi-polar. Keeps the ongoing debates in my head interesting.

22 days til New York. Looking forward to seeing friends there. Hopefully still get to squeeze in the trip to Vegas next week. Lots of uncertainty now. Last August through November there was lots of uncertainty too and I failed to manage it and things spiralled out of control in my life. It will be intersting to see how I have learned from that epic failure.

It seems like I am only really happy with the way my life is going when I am angry with myself. How weird is that?