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The Blood Moon

15 Apr

I watched last night’s much hyped “Blood Moon” in two phases. I don’t understand the science behind the Blood Moon or why they even called it that – it was more like the “Rust That Grows On Your Bicycle If You Leave It In The Garage Too Long Moon.” Despite not particularly understanding how or why the Blood Moon exists, the entire internet said that it was something that happened rarely. I was pretty determined to stay up and see it. I am tired of seeing pictures in the morning of the beautiful things that happened while I was asleep.

At around 8:00 PM, I told the Husband we would be watching a lunar eclipse. I even hyped it up, spitting out weird science that probably didn’t make any sense (and was grounded in zero truth), but he was tired and only half listening, so he nodded with his hand up – a sign to shoosh because he and the television were having a moment. He was asleep on the couch by 10. At around 10:52, I poked him and said, “Wake up – we have to go see the moon.” I think he forgot what he agreed to, and he stared at me blankly, lumbered around, put some shoes on, and oafed his way out the door behind me. He was pretty annoyed once he realized we weren’t just going to watch it from the front of our apartment building, but instead, walk to the park three blocks away and watch it from an open field.

If you want to read the rest, go  here!

Does this count as being published? I hope so 😉

Other Notables

  • As I noted previously, I have been writing a lot more and have started submitting things, both locally and nationally, for publication. Terrified. Rejection is NOT my favorite.
  • Husband is taking me to a fancy dinner at Bertrands at Mister A’s. Fancy food, skyline views. I am getting spoiled 😉
  • Easter brunch is, on average, $49.95 per person out here. I know I said a lot of lovely things above, but kill yourself San Diego.
  • Having a Husband makes you fat.
  • Having a law degree makes you qualified for NOTHING.
  • Dime Stories – a second Friday of the month open mic night at Liberty Station in Point Loma – is an awesome event. I was pleasantly surprised at how awesome all the readers were, and how much I liked something that I normally would have mocked for being “hippie bullshit.” Sometimes, leaving the cynicism at home can do wonders for your night.

That is all for now 🙂

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Getting to Know San Diego

10 Dec

I’ve now been a San Diego resident for about 2 months (although it still isn’t driver’s license official – add that to the “To Do” list). Two months has been enough to get a feel for the area, find some favorite places to eat, and drive around without getting lost. It has also been enough time to notice differences between here and home – besides the obvious things, like weather and accents – and to recognize things that comprise San Diego’s “personality”. I shall enumerate here, since that was the intended purpose of this blog – documenting the transition from East Coast to West Coast.

For example, there are ZERO Dunkin Donuts in San Diego (or southern California, for that matter). If you are a NY/NJ/PA person, you know that Dunkin Donuts litter the streets, with their small pink and orange storefronts playing mecca to the working schlubs of the East Coast. I have never been a big DD fan – I think their coffee tastes like bitter water and while I love their donuts, my stomach does NOT love me after eating one. However, as soon as I noticed they weren’t out here, I started to miss them. I don’t understand why they haven’t made their way out here yet (although rumor has it that over 100 will open out here in 2014) but I guess Californians prefer burritos and lettuce to donuts and coffee.

One of the first things I tried to do when I moved out here was figure out the major roads. This has proven more difficult than I anticipated. Having spent most of my life in New Jersey, I got used to the basic idea that if I ever needed to get anywhere, the Garden State Parkway or the Turnpike would take me there. San Diego, and I guess California in general, is different. There are approximately 873621990 different highways/freeways here. If you want to get anywhere, you have to take three different major highways to do it. From our apartment alone, we can quickly hop on CA-94, CA-163, I-5, or I-15, and they are all connected in weird, convoluted ways. Also, the direction I am coming from on a particular highway usually denotes which exit I get off of – for example, just because I get off at the B-Street exit on I-5 North does NOT mean I get off on the B street exit from I-5 South. In fact, if I want to get home from I-5 South without making unnecessary detours, I would get off on the CA-94 exit and take that to G street. Obviously, if you don’t live around here, you have no idea what I am talking about, but it is as convoluted as it seems. I purposely drive around sometimes without any GPS assistance so I can get lost and find my way home. It is the only way to really figure all this crap out. I never thought I would miss the Garden State Parkway, but I do. Go figure.

In addition to the strange highway to highway to highway driving pattern here, the drivers themselves are also strange. Maybe it is because I come from a very aggressive driving state, but nobody here honks their horn. Ever. I got beeped at once since I moved here, and the driver had Florida plates. I’ve seen drivers sit and stare at cars in front of them as a light turns from red to green and nobody moves and nobody honks. I broke the horn in my first car from pounding it so much, so the fact that the instinct to punch the horn as soon as a light turns green and the first car in line doesn’t move is not in these drivers is strange to me.

I’ve already mentioned the whole delivery issue in previous posts but I am going to highlight that again here because DAAAAAMMMMITTTTT if I do not miss Chinese delivery. Or the days of cheap delivery. Any place that delivers around here charges stupid delivery fees (i.e., 4.99 + 15% of your bill). I’m starting to think it is because most of these delivery people have to take three highways to get anywhere, so I guess it makes sense, but still.

There are also a lot of really great things out here, I know I sound like I am hating on it, but I’m not. I think it is part of the acclimation process to immediately notice the stuff that is weird or different. I’m actually starting to really like the area, especially the particular neighborhood that we live in. We live in the Golden Hill section of San Diego, which is just south of South Park, and the whole area is very cute. When I was researching apartments and neighborhoods before I moved out here, I consistently heard that the Golden Hill/South Park/North Park sections of San Diego were the “Brooklyns of San Diego” so I figured they would be the most suited to my general preferences and lifestyle. And, like most times in life, I was correct. I’ve gotten Sam (the guy) to do lots of walking around this area, and there are ton of really cute stores and restaurants and there are always little events going on. The more I explore the area, the more I really like it.

Also, San Diego weather wins. I miss the heat, but everyday here is like perpetual Spring, and that is kind of nice. I still haven’t learned how to properly layer for the weather, since it is warm during the day but chillier at night, but I am trying.

Nothing new on the job front. Still trying to pursue that whole advertising/marketing thing, but all of these employers want portfolios. Anybody know how to make a portfolio? I know there are schools that you can go to where you essentially spend a year building a portfolio, but I don’t have an extra $40,000 lying around to do that. I wish I saved the crap I did in college – everybody mocks hoarder types but I wish I hoarded all the WONDERFUL garbage I had to do for my copywriting and graphic design classes. Sigh.

On that note, I shall end things with a pic of the cats. Because they are the cutest. And the apartment still has a LOOOOOOONG way to go. Unpacking and arranging has been stalled momentarily by funding issues. It drives me crazy that there are still unpacked boxes and a TV on the floor, but it is what it is. Job me San Diego. Seriously.

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Playing Catch Up AGAIN

6 Dec

Like I said, attention span of a mouse. Or another animal that can’t sit long enough to write a blog post. In sum, here is another catching up post because I have not posted in over a month. Part of my problem is that my laptop is a piece of shit. The battery is dead to the point that if I unplugged the laptop from the wall, the computer would die in two and a half minutes. Also, I have to connect the computer to a little vent fan thingie because if I don’t, it overheats and dies. So instead of accepting any responsibility for being a lazy blogger, I am going to blame my laptop. I want a new one but it is hard to buy a new laptop when you don’t have a job and are mooching off your man. Some part of me doesn’t feel right telling the guy that I want a laptop for Christmas and adding that it can’t be a Dell (because they are shitty) and I would prefer a $1,200 Apple MacBook Pro.

Anyway – like I said, still jobless. I have probably submitted something close to 150 applications but still nada. The problem is that I don’t really want to do law anymore but it is kind of the only thing I am qualified to do (or appears to be the only thing I am qualified to do because if employers knew me, they would know I am qualified to do most things). I’ve been trying to focus on copywriting jobs at Advertising and PR firms, but apparently a lot of people want those jobs and have experience doing those jobs and therefore, have a leg up on my application. I’ve also been applying to jobs at Universities because I was super good at college AND free tuition. However, it is looking more and more like I have to suck it up and take the bar out here. Not having a job is boring. All I do all day is make the bed, wash dishes, play with the cats, apply to jobs, and eat. I guess I am bad at being unemployed because I am sure there are people out there that would use this time to write the next Great American novel or learn an instrument or become fluent in Mandarin. I guess I need to stop sleeping till noon and eating cookies for breakfast.

While San Diego has taken some getting used to (HI NO CHINESE DELIVERY PLACES ANYWHERE EOIOIFJGIJBGSJDBGLJSDNFIAUHFIUPEHF), I am starting to really like it out here. It is by no means New York City, but it has its own special qualities. I have been dragging the guy around to do activities because I am easily bored and have no friends here, and it has been a good time.

We have done whale watching which isn’t that fun. In my mind, whale watching involved like “Free Willy” levels of whale/people interaction, but the most I saw was a hump and some air blowing of three whales hanging out. I think they were gray whales but I don’t even remember. Also, I fell asleep for a good chunk of that excursion. I did get to see real live seals though, which was much cooler than seeing 1/36 of a whale.

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They are fat and lazy so right now we have a lot in common.

 

 

 

 

 

We also did a wine and painting night with the “Wine and Palette Co.” out here and that was actually a LOT of fun. They had the class at West Coast Cafe in Imperial Beach and before we talk about painting, I should talk about what I really go anywhere for and that is food. The sandwiches here were awesome, and I am not even that big on sandwiches. Also, Imperial Beach is very cute and I am starting to become a big fan. Anyway, the painting class was cool, Sam had beer, I had Diet Coke and Mexican hot chocolate, and we learned that Sam is a better painter than me.

image(16)His painting is on the right and looks much more similar to what the final product was supposed to look like. My painting looks like an angry 6th grader, who forgot to take their Ritalin, threw some paint on a canvas. I think I’ll send it to one of my parents or grandma because they are all people who are legally obligated (it is somewhere in the Constitution) to adore anything made by my hands.

We have also done a zoo trip. If it was up to me, we would probably go to the San Diego Zoo every week because animals are cool, but the guy is less enthused about the zoo life than I am. I am debating buying a membership for $99 because it means you can go to the zoo for free whenever you like and that means I could go pet goats whenever whimsy struck.

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This past weekend, we played Three’s Company with one of the guy’s friends who was sort of homeless given that the Navy is weird and can make you sort of homeless sometimes, so he stayed with us. We did some bar hopping Saturday night for North Park’s “30 on 30th” which basically means a bunch of bars and restaurants offer specials on the 30th of every month in that particular neighborhood. North Park was ranked one of the top hipster neighborhoods by Forbes this year and I can see why. Naturally, I am sort of partial to it because as much as I protest, I clearly have some hipster proclivities. One of the places we stopped at was The Office, which was very cute and Mad Men-themed and I am now a fan.

image(11)Obviously, the drinks were too fancy for a 28 year old woman such as myself (I prefer my alcohol hidden beneath sugar and fruity flavors) but it was still a good time.

On Sunday, we went to the SoNo Chili Fest which was also really fun. I did buy a chili bowl so that I could sample all the chili but the guy ended up eating all my chili because I am a baby and can not handle spicy foods. Even the chilis that were labeled “mild” were too rich for my tastes. I don’t even put pepper in my food because I think it burns, so I guess I should have known this but I think the guy was happy with all the chili thrown his way. We also came across the Devilicious food truck, which I had never heard of before, but the guy’s friend explained to me that it was a big deal and had a Food Network shout out, so I then became excited about something I knew zip about.

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So that is the long and the short of the last couple of weeks. I am going to seriously try and be better at blogging, if not for my VAST audience and my own mental sanity (unemployment is BORING). I am also going to try and start waking up earlier and being better at being unemployed (i.e., learn to be productive), so we shall see.

And as a last word, look how pretty it is out here…

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