10 myths and misconceptions about Los Angeles

Fact and fiction, are they really so different?

YES.

Which is why I’m going to list the top 10 myths, misconceptions, and falsehoods (no one says that that) about living in Los Angeles and working in the entertainment industry. I’ve lived here for over six months, which means I’ve experienced all of these things recently and also finally the necessary street cred.

And the myths are…

10. The weather is always warm and sunny.

The Friendship-Extent Test

I used to be best friends with someone and now I’m not. I think we can all relate. People grow up, change, hate each other, and move on with their lives. It’s the natural way.

As I’ve grown up I’ve realized that not every friend you make is going to be your best friend. When I was younger, I didn’t like that idea. Now, I’m thankful because there’s just not enough time to have that many best friends. When I was younger and a friend would upset me—regardless to what extent, big or small—I’d probably talk to them about what they’d done and why I was upset about it (most likely because I wouldn’t have done that same thing to them), and it would result in (A) them understanding me and us moving forward or (B) them not understanding me and us moving backward. Today, I rarely confront friends when they’ve upset me unless it’s a really big issue. Or if I do confront them, it’s usually in a passive manner. I’ll ask them a question about the issue and see what they have to say.

I’m testing them.

I am a film and television connoisseur

I love this definition of connoisseur: an expert able to appreciate a field.

“Connoisseur” is commonly used when referring to wine experts. They’re knowledgeable on the variety of wines available, which ones are good and which ones to avoid, and even the types of glasses that you should use to maximize your drinking experience.

I am a film and television connoisseur. I’m knowledgeable about a variety of films and television series, I know which ones you might like based on what you already like and which ones you should avoid, and I even know how to best recreate the intended viewing experience (blackout curtains, anyone?)

Five things you should do before you move to Los Angeles

Moving across the country isn’t as fun as it sounds (and it doesn’t sound fun at all). But being prepared will make your life a whole lot easier. Just like there’s no clear cut path to a career in the film business, there’s no “right” advice about moving. But if you’re looking to follow in someone’s footsteps who made it across the country in one piece, here’s my list of five things that you should do before you move.

Read my first breakup letter

Having to go through old boxes of high school memorabilia puts your life in perspective. I just moved from Florida to California recently and had to go through tons of old boxes—many of them from high school. The vast amount of crap that I had blew my mind. Everything from school assignments to notes passed in class to (gasp) emails that I had printed out and categorized by sender. If that doesn’t make you want to vomit office supplies, I don’t know what will.

One printed email that I came across actually made me awkwardly reminiscent. It was my first-ever breakup letter from the first girl I ever dated. That relationship lasted for nine months (which, in 8th grade, is not unlike being engaged). If you’d like to read the letter (you know you do), keep reading.

My criteria for a good day

The more of the following that happens, the better my day is:

  1. Getting up early: It’s easier to get up early in the morning if I have a set plan or thing that I need to get done. I also read the “Get Up Early” chapter in The Experts’ Guide to Doing Things Faster: 100 Ways to Make Life More Efficient. Something that really stuck with me was that people often sleep in because they think they deserve extra sleep. So now when I get up in the morning I think to myself: who am I to sleep in and waste time when I can get up and get something done. For whatever reason that often goes a long way in me not hitting “snooze” sixty-five times in the morning.