And Then There Was Today

I made a very clear discovery last Saturday night while I was at home, stoned, and watching Marley and Me...by myself.  I thought maybe I was not meant to have a boyfriend right now.  I don't need a man in my life at this very moment.  I need to focus on myself for awhile and not waste my time on all these other guys I try to make like me.  Great plan and it kinda worked for a week until today.  I woke up with all these intentions to make this day great.  See a play or visit a museum or walk around or write or anything other than sitting on the couch all day and watching tv.  I couldn't get myself out of the house.  All I kept thinking about, wishing for, was a man friend to take me out on an adventure in LA.  To no avail I went on the Craigslist.  F*ing Craigslist and read the "casual encounters."  Really?  All these guys out there willing and ready to take out a girl for dinner and a movie.  "Anyone down to see Up(the animated film)...A cool girl to cuddle with and maybe make out with."  Come on for a free meal and a movie I'm sure he is expecting alittle more action than that ladies.  Don't believe the hype. It just goes to show you how many lonely west coasters there are just needing alittle lovin on a sat night.  Nothing really hit my fancy so I moved on to the dreaded FB.  I went into a facebook hole just updating my status ever 5 minutes hoping someone to respond with lets hang out.  I watched the bball game alone, on the couch, without even a beer.  The night wasn't a total loss though.  A friend came over and we played Apples to Apples(if you don't know you better ask somebody) and listened to music with my lesbian roommates(who are a couple)...until they retired with candles and I crawled into bed to write this lasted entry.  Maybe Sunday will cheer me up with the Farmer's Market and an iced coffee.  Ahhhh, the simple pleasures.  

PS- I forgot to mention that I went to the bank super early to deposit some tips before debit card purchases went through and bloody Chase would charge me that nasty over draft fee.  As a waitress I am always poor, but living like I got all the money in the world.  So normal! (said with an eye roll)

The Way It Is

So I started off with a bang on my Internet journal then fizzled out to nothing more than an inspiration video that if you had watched told you that creativity and being an artist comes out of a little angel fairy that inspires you to write, create, dance, sing....the list comes on.  Your just the vessel.  After watching I thought to myself ok well then I will wait for my fairy angel to come and endow me with the gift of witty writing that speaks to the youth of today.  HA! So I waited and waited and waited...nothing.  I finally said, "Hey little angel love spirit lady please I'm dying here."   Well I think sparks might have been flying once or twice, but never got to the laptop to get it out of me.  I said tonight is the night.  Fuck it, I want to spend my Friday night cozied up to the computer.  I sat down and tried to find the perfect song, with the perfect chair with the perfect cocktail next to me.  Well, I am feeling Sam Cooke with a bottle of water and the dining room table.  After seeing "Drag me to Hell" which SUCKED I needed some alone time.  Actually all I want is a man to come over and do me, but since that is not an option I thought I would write.  OKOKOK, you got it.  I'm writing, yea!

Since I have coined this blog something about a waitress I figured it was only fitting to include something about my secret life.  At night I put on my black uniform that consists of a black Banana Republic shirt, Dickies black pants, my Micheal Kors brown belt, and always rotating fun kicks...oh wait and my long gross black apron.  I think I just threw up alittle in my mouth.  When did my after school waitressing job turn into a full time job?  I moved out to LA to be an actress and I have been waiting around for too long.  I'm tired.  I know I should be making my own work and "pounding that pavement," but I am tired all the time.  Tired of the scene, the people, the lack of change and I just want to keep sleeping.  I may have a problem in which case please send me help.  I also live the night life.  Sometimes I feel like a vampire.  I can only function in the evening time because of my job, which by the way I am fantastic at.  Ewww Sickkkkk, I AM A GREAT WAITRESSSSS.  HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??  Yes, I am "on" all the time when it comes to waiting on the people that make up Hollywood.  Really?  All I want is to be dazzling hollywood with my talent of acting, being funny, and cute.  How do I do dat?

(sigh of relief) 

I think the muse fairy as just left and I have no more to say.  Oh wait maybe I am just tired.  Sleep tight.    

Amanda

Inspire

HI MY NAME IS

My name is Amanda.  I am an actress living in LA.  Oh right, and I am a waitress.  Awesome! Never heard that one before?  I can't even begin to describe the amazing life of a Hollywood waitress.  I live two blocks from the glamorous Hollywood blvd (gag).  I walk done the streets yelling "Welcome to Hollywood, every body's got a dream.  What's your dream?"  I call Hollywood the bizarro Times Square.  Its like the gift shops are stuck in 1990 and there are 25 of them on a two block radius and if u missed one don't worry there is a Scientology center next door.  Plus, if you are in the market for sex toys and stripper shoes we got about 10 to chose from.  Its the only place in LA you can buy a vibrator drunk at 2am (actually that one time was a blast).  I mean really?  People come from all over the world to see this shit.  And I live in the heart of it under the guise that my work is here and I have to be in the hub bub.  Lies I tell you. I could live by the beach and be a waitress.  Oh right, I was one.  In the original beach village for me...AB.  That is where this diary really begins about 3,000 miles away, on the right side, in New York baby!