It has been over one hundred degrees in LA for the last three days. I’m from Michigan. I didn’t even know the temperature could go into the triple digits.
So if I’m rambling throughout this post, it’s just the dehydration talking.
Most of this last week has been spent worrying about money. I realize that this does not make me special. I’m a college student. Studies show that college students spent one hundred and ten percent of any given day worrying about money. But my work trip to San Diego Comic-Con just took a turn for the expensive, and it kind of blew a hole in my already shaky financial stability, and it’s looking more and more like I’ll have to borrow from my student loans in order to both get through the rest of the summer and have something for food/rent at the beginning of next semester. Again, none of this makes me in any way special — I’m well aware of that — and I’m well aware of how lucky I’ve been so far with regards to scholarships and everything, but it’s the kind of thing that’s been filling me with a sort of existential dread and stress, and what’s this blog for if I can’t use it to very publicly exorcise my demons.
But other than the overwhelming sense of doom brought on by my imminent financial and mental collapse, it’s been a pretty good week. I had the opportunity at work to cover a couple more scripts, and one of these was the first script I’ve read since I got to LA that I didn’t deny. It was a good feeling. I was also invited to sit in on a conference call about a pilot that Dark Horse is producing, which gave me insight into how pre-production on a TV show gets started. A speaker for the series I’ve been attending talked about something similar, but from a writing perspective as opposed to a producing one, so I’ve been learning a lot about TV. Even as someone aiming to write movies it’s important information to have.
My fourth of July was pretty laid back. I went and The First Purge — I wasn’t a fan — before heading out to Calabasas to spent the afternoon with some of my family in the area. It was exactly the kind of breath of fresh air I needed, and I’m so glad to have family both here and elsewhere who I can look to for support.
That’s pretty much it. In the interest of ending on a lighter note, I’ll leave you with this mental image: I went to Santa Monica yesterday to catch a movie called Damsel that’s playing in limited release at the moment — it’s pretty good — and while I was there, the whitest man I’ve ever seen (and that’s counting myself, a nearly translucent ginger) walked up to me and introduced himself as Jesus Christ. This man was, it’s important for you to know, holding a hot pink roller suitcase which had the hilt of a katana sword sticking out of it. Speaking as a lifelong Christian, I thought it unlikely, theologically speaking, that this was actually Jesus.