Sorry For The Delay Folks

This is the story of a girl who started a blog, posted two off the hook entries and then disappeared off the face of the planet, never to be heard from again. I am not that girl. Because I’m back… prepare yourselves because I will be posting like a machine from now on.

Lets be honest, I feel like life has come and smacked me straight up on the head. Ever heard of the saying “running around like a chicken with its head cut off?” Well, imagine this chicken in the form of me and you get a pretty good picture of what I have been doing for the past month. Since I last posted, I have started classes and begun working my two internships. You would expect me, as a PR major, to have two PR internships. But naturally because I have the tendency to make everything twisted and difficult, I have an internship at SYNDICATE PR and The Gersh Agency. One of which is a talent agency.

Syndicate is an amazing boutique PR agency with 4 full time publicists in the LA office and another group in the NY office. Syndicates clients are mainly venues such as Nobu, The Roosevelt Hotel, Mondrian, East, Teddys, Skybar, Premiere, SOHO House, and the list goes on. At Gersh I am interning for the head of the Feature Lit department, an agent named Sarah Self. Sarah represents authors whose books get made into TV/movies and a lot screenwriters, a few directors, and some talent. Biggest client is Diablo Cody and her newest client is a comedian named Bo Burnham-he’s huge in the college world.

Well, now that I’ve bored you all with where I am working, onto the fun stuff. Time has been flying by. I can’t believe I’ve been here for almost a month. Everyday goes by so quickly and weekends, I blink and they’re over. Here’s a snapshot of my day: wake up at 7 and am at work by 9. The morning flutters away and next thing you know its 1pm. Hollywood lunch time-it really is just like in the movies. I love to walk around Beverly Hills during lunch and imagine all of the deals that are getting made in this measly one hour over $30 salads. Favorite lunch moment: Walking down Beverly Blvd and spotting Alexander Skarsgard and not having a freak-out moment. I’m quite proud of myself. Back at the office at 2 and stare at my computer until 6. By which point, I’m usually a tad bit cranky from sitting all day and could use an amazing massage. I sit in traffic during the “10” minute drive back to my apartment and then proceed to stuff my face until 7. Now its time to go to class, which is

easily within walking distance, but because we’re in LA now we drive the 3 block over to the office building where our lessons take place. Being in LA has made us quite lazy. In Boston, everyone walks everywhere where it’s pouring rain or there is two feet of snow. If you take the elevator for less than 5 floors, you are ridiculed and yelled at. We live on the 4^th floor in PLB and we take the elevator. I ease my conscience by telling myself it is more like 5 when you include the lobby level. Anyways, class is over by 10 and we all rush home to watch whatever we DVR’d that night- usually 24, LOST, or Vampire Diaries- and then proceed to pass out by midnight.

Now it seems like there is plenty of time to blog during all that TV watching, but I find that it’s hard to concentrate on Paul Wesley and Ian Somerhalder’s amazing 12 pack abs when staring at computer, so I chose not to. Can you blame me?

Now in this lengthy space of time that I’ve been neglecting this blog, I’ve come up with over a dozen topics-really good ones, if I say so myself- and have managed to forget all of them. After the dullness of this entry and the lacking for a month, I promise that in the future all the entries will be très amusant and above par. In fact, I’ll tell you the topic of the next one…crazy nights adventures around LA, all in the name of finding a celebrity. Or in my case, the love of my life, LEONARDO DICAPRIO. Don’t laugh, that name deserves all caps.

Drop, Duck, Cover. . .

Don’t worry, if there’s ever an earthquake in southern California I am officially prepared. After seven hours of orientation yesterday with at least 2.5 of that time spent on being prepared in an emergency situation. In case your wondering, in the event of an earthquake 1) Don’t go running outdoors 2)DONT stand in a door jam- the door will shut on you and more than likely smash your fingers (this is news to me cause I was always told that standing in one is a safe place to be. I guess I’ve been lied to for the past 20 years) 3)Back away from any windows and things that may or not fall on you. . .blah, blah, blah.
I can tell you right now that if a severe earthquake ever hits Los Angeles all of this knowledge won’t matter. I’m the first one to admit that in the event of an emergency, I will freak out, have a panic attack, and more than likely break out into hysterics. Forget about thinking straight and using common sense. Though BU has prepared us with the staples, including a giant jar of peanut butter (not to be used for making PB&Js we’ve been told), several cans of tuna and spam, and two giant bottles of water. My question is, what in the hell are we supposed to mix the tuna with? And I don’t think in any type of situation will I ever even consider opening a can of spam, let alone placing a bite of that spiced canned pork substance anywhere near my face. Now don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love peanut butter. . .but how’s a girl gonna survive off of that? Hopefully, I will never need to find out.
Best part about the entire orientation is when we were taught about directions including which way north, east, south and west are. Now I actually considered this to be slightly helpful because despite having a father and mother who both have a great sense of direction, I apparently lack one (as learned on the first night in LA). One thinks they have it all figured out. Downtown LA is east of PL. Beverly Hills, Century City, and Santa Monica are all west of PL. While most of the studios and the valley are north through the mountains. But then you start driving the streets of West Hollywood and get all confused, that is after you finally find your way out of PL. Thank the lord for my new BFF, Lulu. Lulu is my somewhat dependable Garmin GPS system. Some what dependable meaning that on my way to 9000 Sunset Blvd this morning, Lulu decided to be a bit of a whore and not find the correct address which led to me to utilizing the map app on my blackberry.
Driving in LA is nothing like driving in Boston. Try making a left turn onto a street, it will take about 20 minutes to do it. I guess Los Angeles doesn’t believe in left turning lanes and green turning arrows. Traffic is crazy, but everyone knows that. It’s led the girl who absolutely hates using her horn (me) to become well acquainted with the lovely sound of a blaring, ugly tone. For part of the orientation we were taught about driving. I felt like I was 16 again, sitting in the smelly, boring Top Driver classroom watching outdated movies about drunk driving. Apparently it’s not common sense that when one is switching lanes, they should turn their head and look into their blind spot.
So after 7 hours of learning about earthquakes and common sense, I finally felt like I was ready to take on the roads and weather of LA.
Speaking of earthquakes, everyone should take a moment and pray for those affected by the one in Haiti.