I hate it when this happens. Today [all day] I have been moping around the house, dragging my feet, depressed about money, more importantly; the money we need to start a new life.
And (like I said) I hate it when I worry, I especially hate it when I worry about money. Because, everybody knows:

"...money isn't real, George... it doesn't matter... it only seems like it does..."

But, someone must still like me up there, because right about the time I was plopped down on the couch, staring at Amanda's feet as she searched online for apartments in Hollywood, the phone rang. She picked it up, but quickly handed it to me and jumped up to turn the answering machine off (since it likes to pick up halfway through the first ring).
Since the machine was on, and interfering with the voice on the other end, all I heard was; "...name is... from... ann arbor... would...", followed by a loud: 'beeep', from the machine.
So, naturally, I thought I was being sold something from someone, and about hung-up on them when I asked the person to repeat who they said they were, I don't know why I did this because I never think twice about hanging up the phone on solicitors .
It turns out it was Greg from Zoup!, where Chuck works, and where almost three weeks ago, I applied for a job. Of course (having spent the whole morning/ afternoon depressed about having no money) I quickly agreed to coming in to train the next day a 10:30 in the a.m., which is cutting it close considering I have a job to film at Pioneer High School around 6:00.
But I'm sure I'll manage. So, now between editing and serving soup, I have two jobs for the first time in my life. Scary...

Labels: Ann Arbor, By Mike, Chuck, Quote, Work, Zoup

There has been an addition to our group (Mike wrote about this last night). While we were trying to convince Billy to come with us I was only able to see the advantages this would be for me, but now that it actually might happen, I've been a bit worried; thinking about the possible problems this could cause: Four is a lot of people to share one bathroom, one kitchen, one fridge..... And then of course the obvious.... three guys, one girl..... I'm sure I'll feel left out a lot. I'm beginning to feel this is less about Mike and I moving to california (in a way to start a new life together) and more about Chuck, Mike, and Billy setting off on a mission together to make it in the movie biz and I'm just a tag-along. And what if they hate me? Living with an anal neat-freak could be hard if you're a sloppy boy.

Labels: Billy, By Amanda, Chuck, Mike

Sadly enough, it took Chuck and I most of the afternoon to figure out how to add links and change the text color for our blog. We searched through the many lines of html in our 'blog template' looking for jumbled messes of letters and symbols that actually made sense... I haven't had to write html in over seven years, since my freshman year of high school in computer class, and even then I was too busy not paying attention to actually pick up anything educational.

Then Chuck accidentally deleted our work. But, in the end, we managed, (...yes I realize the pointlessness of that story...) And our blog lived happily ever after.

Labels: By Mike, Chuck, HTML, Mike, Pointless

Amanda was selling some CD's the other day for extra cash and she came up with an idea for a band name. So when we get to California, we're starting a garage band. The Wicked Pickles. I get to be lead vocals, Mike can be bass, and Amanda will be on lead guitar. Speaking of selling CD's, I couldn't believe people will still pay money for them, even if it is only $3 a piece. Unfortunately, I think $3 is looking pretty good for the California fund. She got about fifty total.

I finally sold the truck (a giant '89 F-150) and bought myself a '95 Escort LX. I like the car a lot. It's an automatic, so I won't have to shift in the worst traffic in America, and the body and interior are in great shape. I know nothing about cars, so I didn't really bother asking much about the engine and stuff, but the guy was a mechanic and said they put in a new engine with only 60,000 miles on it. I'm putting my faith in a guy with oil-soaked hands and clothing, but he seemed too dense to be putting one over on me. (I hope that comment never comes back to bite me in the ass)

The room I'm staying in at Jessica and Andrew's place flooded the other day. Fortunately my belongings were on the other side of the room. Actually, most of my stuff is already in the car. I don't have anything to do with it now, so my car sits wherever I park it, ready to drive 2,500 miles (god willing) with all my personal effects in tow. I have to get the car checked out today because the engine warning light keeps coming on, but I'm hoping it's nothing serious.

I had a dream last night and I actually convinced myself not to go in the dream. It was so strange to wake up and think you've done something like that. I had decided to stay here and go to school, because my parents came over and convinced me and brought my sister and lots of baked goods. I'm not sure if my subconscious is trying to tell me something, but the urge is still to leave.

If anyone reading this wants to send us money for the trip, I can send you our mailing address. We accept personal checks, money orders, or paypal. Or you can just ship us a big jar of pennies. In return, we'll send you a very nice postcard of a Japanese girl or guy in the latest Japanese fashions. thanks readers.

Labels: Amanda, By Chuck, By Mike, Chuck, PayPal, Wicked Pickles