<3 Mamrie Hart <3

Well hello. I just finished up my interview at the tennis club. Afterwards, I immediately took off the heels, dumped the blazer, and swapped them out for a flannel and some kicks. Ahhh feels good to be back.

Interview went well, but what Iย reallyย want to talk about is my love for Mamrie Hart. She is this spectacularly hilarious comedian/actress/writer (everything amazing really) who will be doing a book tour in February. She wrote a book called “I’ve Got This Round” that comes out February 6th. She also wrote “You Deserve a Drink” and has a youtube channel named the same. I bought tickets to the book tour as well as 4 pre-ordered copies of the book. How did this happen you might ask?

1. I ordered the second it was available for pre-order last summer
2. I pre-ordered again, with my L.A. address because I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t have to wait for the book to be forwarded and such (I figured my parents can have the other copy (you’re welcome mom and dad!)
3. I bought tickets for the book tour and it came with a free book
4. She ran a giveaway where if you order this weekend and are one of the first 150 people, you get an epic print of her favorite saying: Fucking Prove It.

So anyways, when this giveaway was posted I commented on instagram. And….I’m fangirling…she commented back. Fucking prove it you say?

So, this really just set the mood for my morning. I walked into that interview with some pep in my step and a smile on my face. I think I answered all the questions splendidly and actually don’t really care if I get a call back or not. It really might not be my scene. Leaving this one up to the Universe.

That’s all for today. If you want to be cool like me and have a million copies of Mamrie’s new book, you can get it here:ย Mamriebook.comย and I HIGHLY recommend her Youtube channel.

Toodles,

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Truly Uncharted

*Large, drawn out, pathetic sigh* It’s a no go on yetย another apartment. That makes 3 places that I’ve filled out an application for and been denied. It’s moments like these that make me go “What the hell did I do?” This was probably NOT one of my better ideas. Ya know…picking up and moving without a job or an apartment, but I’m not to the point of regret yet. I feel more defeated than anything else. I’m losing motivation to even go view anymore. What’s the point? No one wants to rent to someone that is unemployed.

I have an interview tomorrow at the Los Angeles Tennis Club. I’m mildly freaking out. The woman I spoke with on the phone was incredibly nice, but I just felt so out of my element even speaking with her. She sounded very…ummm…rich. I applied for this job because I needed to meet my daily job application quota last week. (I typically apply for 2-3 jobs a day). I never expected to get a call back. The person I spoke with said what really stood out to her was my time at the animal hospital. She thought that made me an incredibly compassionate person and apparently that’s what they are looking for.

I guess I’m nervous because I feel like I’m going to be crossing class lines. This is where the rich go to relax, and I’m afraid I won’t fit in. Let me take you through the spiral of anxiety that my brain has been creating. Am I too poor to work in that kind of environment? What if I haven’t been brought up with the right manners to conduct myself appropriately in that type of setting? Should I paint my nails? Do my hands look weird? Do I really haveย to wear makeup?ย What about my clothes? Will they be able to tell this dress was $25 at Target!? And the million dollar question: What if I get the job?

Another thing adding to the job anxiety is that I spoke with the temp agency I interviewed with, and they are submitting me for a job at a law office. I’m afraid I will get offered the tennis club job (yes, I know I’m getting ahead of myself) without yet having the chance to interview for the other job.

No job. No apartment. There are just so many unknowns right now. I guess we reallyย areย in the middle of The Uncharted. Time to put on my big girl pants, chin up, and march right into it. See ya’ on the other side…hopefully.

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Emilie Autumn Meetup

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Last Sunday was the Emilie Autumn Meetup. I’m not blogging this post for any reason except to have a documentation of the experience here. This is what I posted in the Striped Stocking Society Facebook group:

*This is a long ass post. I just want to preface by saying this doesnโ€™t really give any info as to the contents of the meetup from a treasure hunt perspective. Just my own personal experience as someone who went to meet other plague rats.*
I know there have been a lot of people wondering about the meetup. I havenโ€™t said anything because I donโ€™t really know how to. I suck at writing and expressing myself in general (get ready for some massive grammar issues and run on sentences). Iโ€™m feeling super self conscious. :/ Whatโ€™s more, I also have the WORST memory on the planet…no joke. I often feel too dumb for this place and the incredible story that Emilie has created. Hello insecurity!
Anyways, I want to be straight up here and tell you I went to the meetup less for the treasure hunt and more for the companionship of fellow plague rats, as Iโ€™ve had a really difficult time with the clues and puzzles. My brain just doesnโ€™t work well. So this write up is coming from maybe a different perspective than others who were there. All that aside…the meetup was so well put together, and Iโ€™ve never experienced anything quite like it. It was performance art at itโ€™s finest and Iโ€™m constantly amazed by Emilieโ€™s creativity and devotion to her fans.
So when I got to the coffee shop, I wasnโ€™t really sure where to meetup so I sat on one of the picnic tables outside until some other plague rats sat down. I was so nervous, but asked if they were here for the meetup and we chatted for a bit. It was a little after 6 when we were told we needed to be upstairs. Once upstairs we moved some tables together, and it wasnโ€™t until I sat down, that I noticed the maid sitting at a table alone, writing on a piece of paper. We all were kind of unsure about what to do. Should we wait for her to interact with us? Or were we supposed to do something to get things started? Jasmine, a brave brave plague rat, walked to the table and sat down. Immediately, the maid crumpled up the paper she was writing on and shoved it in her apron.
Then began the process that we all took part in individually. I can only speak for my specific turn. I know there were pieces here and there that differed from plague rat to plague rat. I think I was about 3rd in the group take Emilieโ€™s hand. She seemed to really like my necklace and touched and admired it before we sat down. When we sat down she wrote, asking my name. We held hands and she looked into my eyes, like she was trying so hard to communicate with me. This was an INTENSE moment. Iโ€™m not the greatest with eye contact, but it was so powerful to experience this. (Total side note: This moment alone reminded me of that Marina Abramovic โ€˜A Minute of Silenceโ€™ piece.) There was then a stack of papers that were flipped through to communicate with us, and we nodded with understanding at each page.
Here is where Iโ€™m sorry friends. I canโ€™t remember what was written. I know we were being watched. I know we are going to be contacted in a fortnight regarding our hunt for the treasure. Iโ€™m so sorry for my lack of info. I truly feel bad :/
The papers that were used for communication were left with all of us at the end of the night. We unbound the papers and each took a sheet, which Iโ€™m totally regretting now. I really wish we had someone write it all out before, so others could have read what we saw. It is my hope that we can post pictures of our page and piece it together online. Iโ€™ve posted mine in the pictures section…but it was a very minor page.
After everyone had their time with the maid she had us all hold hands. This was really special to me. This group is such a supportive place, and I often feel that those I interact with are right there next to me, helping me through life. It was nice to have this physical representation, this reminder that we are all in this together.
Annnnyways, a plague rat was then given the paper instructing her to count to 100. After handing this off, the maid ran down the stairs and out of the coffee shop. When 100 was up, we pieced together the note, took our sheets of paper and rosemary that she left behind, and took pictures of what we could. We then dispersed. I wish we had all kind of hung out a bit more ๐Ÿ˜› ย 
I do apologize this is so long, and gives so very little information that will further the hunt for treasure ๐Ÿ˜ฆ I hope others, with a better memory than I, will come forward with more info.
I encourage any plague rat that was there to share any info they have that would help everyone in the SSS participate in the hunt. I think we may have been given bits and pieces of different information that once we all come together and discuss, will show a bigger picture.
I really am sorry that everyone wasnโ€™t able to attend. I have hope that more events like this will take place all over and more will be able to share in this experience.
It was really nice meeting some plague rats in person. I do enjoy this group and, though I really struggle with my memory and puzzles, have so loved this treasure hunt. I think you have all done a great job figuring out what you have. I certainly wouldnโ€™t have made it to the event if it wasnโ€™t for all your help with the coordinates. ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 
Thanks for making it through this novel of a post. Again, I apologize I donโ€™t have any worthwhile info.
-Inmate W10C

Again, this is mainly here for documentation purposes. I don’t want to forget that night. All my interactions with Emilie have been so wonderful and I always like to keep record of each meeting.

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Just another update

I have a daily inspiration app on my phone. At 6:30 every morning, I get a text with a little word of encouragement, inspirational quote, or just words to think on. Today, I was told “Courage doesn’t mean we’re fearless–it means following our beliefs *despite* our fear. This week, flex your bravery Amy.” Cool right? I have followed my beliefs and passion right on here to California, and the fear.is.real. But here I am, living, moving, and making things happen! If you’re interested in the “daily shine” app check it out here. I highly recommend it!

I’ve applied for 4 more jobs since I last posted. Today, I had an interview at AppleOne (a temp agency I’ve worked with in the past). The interview went so much better than the one last week, and I’m feeling super hopeful that I will have a job within the next couple of weeks. *huzzah!*

And onto the apartment front. I haven’t heard anything from the place I submitted an application for on Sunday. Folks, I think it’s time to start looking for a roommate. More word on that later.

I swear, once I get these couple life parts figured out, this blog will take a different form. I feel like I haven’t been able to do much of anything. My reading has even taken a back seat! When I do get around to reading more, I will be updating my “2018 Books” page here. I need to get cracking on my “2018 Resolutions” page too, which can be found here. Help keep me accountable people!

Also, this is completely unrelated, but needs to be noted. This post was written outside a coffee shop, under a large umbrella, in 71 degree weather, in January. Thank you, that is all.

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LA Meetups

The last few days have been pretty successful. I met an Orphan Black fan IN PERSON! And she was awesome! It was great to freely geek out over the show. I specifically enjoyed our nerdy Cophine discussions. It was great meeting someone who is as into that ship as I am. *sigh* so refreshing.

Yesterday was the Emilie Autumn meetup. I have no words. Honestly, to try and verbalize the performance art that I experienced would be near impossible. No matter how many times I’ve met her in person, seen her in concert, or read her book, the experience always floors me. I’ve honestly never felt more acknowledged by an artist before.

Word on the apartment front is I don’t have a job so no one wants to rent to me. I applied for a place yesterday, but don’t have high hopes. As far as a job goes, I’m not having much luck with that either, though I do have an interview with another temp agency tomorrow.

In summary, I’m doing great extracurricular wise. If it was just my job to figure this city out and make friends I’d be acing life right now.

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What I’m all about

“Follow your passion until it becomes your career”.

Lilly Singh said something along those lines in one of her vlogs recently, and it just really sang to me.

Had to sit myself down the other day and have a real talk. My passion is out there, and once I find it I am prepared to hustle like there is no tomorrow. In the mean time though, I struggle with putting my all into something less than exciting. So, infusing passion into every facet of my life is a new goal for this year. Even in the most mundane of activities, joy and excitement can be found.

I went to a temp agency yesterday for an interview that went pretty terribly. At one point the interviewer asked me “What are you all about? What makes your heart happy?” I was completely thrown off by this question. I went into some blather about how I enjoy making people happy. Which is true, but it isn’t really my life’s jam ya know? So, what is it that makes my heart happy? Ain’t that the million dollar question? Stick with me here as I try to answer this for myself.

As an introvert, socializing can be exhausting. It can also be so invigorating when I’m in the right mood. Moving to L.A., I’ve really been excited to get involved in the different communities that exist here. This is what I’m passionate about, and it’s so random and kind of niche, that I have no clue how I’d make a job out of it. Iย loveย planning meetups. Let me explain. I have a lot of random things I am obsessed with, be it Harry Potter, Orphan Black, Emilie Autumn, or Ball Joint Dolls. The first thing I did when I got here was connect with people in those fandoms. In fact, I’m helping head up an Orphan Black February meetup in the city. Here is what I like about meetups:

-they bringing people together
-they create wonderful community
-they provide a fun space to make friends
-they are a great place to find support from others dealing with similar issues (anxiety, loneliness, etc.) all while gathering around a common and fun interest

There we have it. I think that right there is my passion. I live for creating community, making friends, and providing a safe space for people (introverts and extroverts alike) to bond and support each other. Phew…glad we got that all figured out.

Now that I’ve identified my passion, it’s time to get down to business.

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Thoughts on Starbucks and other random things…

coffeeI’m sitting at the world’s fanciest Starbucks. It’s one of those new Starbucks Reserves. And check that out…yes to the left. It’s a free (well the drink cost $4) reusable cup that I didn’t even ask for they just gave me! How epic is that!? Welcome to L.A.

I worked at Starbucks in 2007 and again in 2015. I was taught that the company wants to be the customer’s “third place”. Meaning you have home, work, and then Starbucks. I understand and like the idea. I went to Hawaii last year by myself, and while I did try some of the local coffee shops, it just felt nice to go back to a Starbucks where I knew exactly what my drink was going to taste like. Itย isย home. And here I am again, in a city and state that isn’t home yet, and I’ve found a little corner where I feel consistency, stability, and comfort. Starbucks will always hold a special place in my heart โคย I applied for a barista job at Starbucks yesterday. This really should have been my cover letter ๐Ÿ˜› But truly, those are my honest thoughts.

I haven’t heard anything from my potential apartment yet, though that hasn’t stopped me from daydreaming design themes and furniture placement. I can’t wait to go to Ikea! First things first is a bed. I’ve been sleeping on a roll up floor mattress for the last year, so it’s time for something more adult.

A side note on the mushy, sappy feelings I’m having right now: I am super lucky to have a family that is willing to help me in whatever dreams I may have. My parents have been lovely with moving all my stuff from my old apartment back into their house, letting me store all my random things in the garage, supplying me with some funds to get the trip started, and just the overall support. And my brother and his girlfriend, letting me stay in their apartment until I find something of my own is amazing. They arrive back in LA today, so I won’t beย allย alone now. It’s going to be nice to have the company, though I’m nervous to be in such tight quarters. I just don’t want myself or WillyBean to be a pain or encroaching on their territory. Which is why this apartment mustย willย work out. Nonetheless, I am so happy to have the space to settle right now.

I do apologize for the sporadic nature of this post. I really do struggle with sticking to a theme. Still trying to find my voice here. This blog will change and evolve with this manifested journey I’m creating, at least I hope.

Anyways, to all my 5 readers, I hope this morning is treating you well. May you move forward with inspiration and passion today! I will be striving for that myself.

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P.S. If anyone knows how to fix this wordpress theme to better display my pictures, please don’t hold back. Shoot me an email: amyuncharted@gmail.com