I'm taking the path of least resistance.

When it rains it pours.

Or snows. As was the case today. Can't wait for some sunny skies and warm temperatures. I thrive in such conditions.

"And sold out for the shade of the palm tree scene."

Beau invited me to go to Landmark Forum tonight. It was definitely interesting. I can't really do the program justice, so I won't attempt to try, but in a nutshell ("Help, help, I'm in a giant nutshell. What kind of shell could have a nut this big?") It's basically a self help program that teaches you to break the mold/cycle of interactions with people, and open up new possibilities for yourself, by thinking outside of the box, and realizing your dreams. Basically.

Beau went and invited me on the last night, which is how they recruit new members. The class itself is $400, which seems entirely ridiculous to me, especially considering there were easily 100 people there, if not more, even in these tight economic times. They say it normally costs $500 but that they've cut the cost right now, but apparently $400 is normally the cost, and they just always say that.

Without trying to sound like a total douche who thinks he's better than everyone else, I felt I was slightly ahead of the game as someone who's in the process of trying to actually realize their dreams, compared to someone mired in self doubt, unable to get out of the gate, whether I'm completely scared shitless or not.

But, since I got to sit in on the whole pitch/song and dance routine, I did get one thing out of it, and I didn't have to pay a dime. I shouldn't be giving myself an ulcer over finding a job/finding a place/making a life for myself in LA. I'm going to get down there, I'm going to try to make it happen, I'm either going to make it, or I won't. I'm gonna try my damndest. The rest is out of my control. Stressing about it won't do myself any good. I will tend to what I can tend to and the rest will take care of itself.

It's funny because The Shaft is entirely about living in the moment and not worrying about things beyond your control, but yet I still find myself falling into the trap more often than not. That's probably why I wrote it. As an eternal reminder to myself. I should just post the script as my wallpaper in my new room. Pretencious? Quite possibly. But if I'm doing myself good who can argue? Other than everyone.

Anyway, I do think that there are alot of people who might greatly benefit from the full Landmark Education song and dance routine. I'm certainly not about to say that I couldn't at all benefit from it, but I feel like I'm a little further along the path than alot of people, and I certainly don't have $400 to shell out to anyone, let alone a self help guru.

But everyone was quite nice, and Beau seems to have benefit alot from it, so more power to them and theirs. As for me, it's time to turn the page on the day and walk away. My sights are set. My goals are in sight. It's up to me and a little juice from The Man Upstairs to make them happen, and I'm gonna do everything in my power to make sure that is the case. Time to kick it into high gear. Wagons, Ho!

The Preamble

To the prefunk before the breakdown.

I've been debating whether I wanted to make my LA Saga it's own blog or if I just wanted to incorporate it into my regular blog, but I feel like this is better. For what reason? Really no good reason. It's just enough of it's own entity that it deserves its own space. And with a great Modest Mouse song to serve as a theme song, how can you go wrong?

Except that someone stole my blog url in a blog that hasn't been updated since October. So sad.

Anyway, back to the task at hand. The die has been cast.

Check out where I'm going to be living!


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Riveting.

I know.

I'm super pumped. I'm also simultaneously terrified. Sink or swim basically. I can only hope that the signs that have been pointing me this direction keep up and that I can find a job and eek out the resemblance of a life. Possibly even eventually moving off of the air mattress into my own place. Or something that could be mistaken as such. But let's net get ahead of ourselves.

The spotlight falls...

On a dream.