The Hills.

Last night I attended a new artist showcase for the band White Tie Affair, at the Roosevelt hotel, hosted by Epic Records and the wonderful (okay maybe not so wonderful but open bar), Effen Vodka. The blackberry flavor was awesome.

Anyways, the event was a hit and the band was awesome but this is my problem with Hollywood. My friend and I walk up to the event and there was Audrina from MTV's #1 rated show The Hills. Now I have to admit, while I'm not a huge fan of the show, I do catch it from time to time when I turn on my office TV to MTV and the re-runs come on at 12 noon. For some reason it's oddly addicting watching the lives of rich 22year olds living in Hollywood. But, last night my friend and I and everyone else who attended the showcase (which was probably about 200 people), had to sign release forms and take a picture in case we were in the background of The Hills. How annoying is that? It held up the line to get in and all I wanted to do was get my free vodka tonic, mingle and watch the show.

But it got me thinking. Are the stars of The Hills happy with their lives right now? They were all there. Audrina - who acted like she ran Epic Records A&R department when really she hasn't worked one 8 hour day with Epic Records and only comes to the Sony campus once a month to film for the show. So, from my perspective she is not pursuing her so called "passion for music" she is just showing up at gigs when MTV pays her to be there. I know it can't be that bad, but is she happy with that? Like truly happy, not just happy because she got $2k for the night.
And then there were her little friends who attended. Lauren, who I have to admit is a total cutie pie and seems like a down to earth girl, Lo - the brainiac UCLA grad, Brody, and Stephanie - Spencer's sister.

I don't know why, but it drove me nuts looking at them run around with their Fendi bags and cute little outfits realizing they get paid GOOD money to be the stars of The Hills. Most of them were once regular (rich) kids in the OC who became a part of this new phenomenon show that has pretty much swept over the world. But in ten years from now when they become real adults will they look back and wish their years of being twenty - somethings wasn't scripted into a reality TV show? Are they truly happy?

Perhaps I am a little jealous that being 25, they probably make ten times the amount of annual income I do. And maybe a part of me wishes I could have come from a rich "OC family," so I wouldn't have to ever worry about monetary issues. But seriously, in my opinion they are not role models to 14 year old girls. They get to accomplish their dreams of becoming fashion designers and music producers, because of their reality star power from the show, not because they are in the process of working hard for it like the rest of us in the world. I'm sure they work hard at it - but still, their goals are being full filled because of the fame of the show. Otherwise, they would be amongst the commons.

Yeah yeah...here i go again rambling about dating.

Note to self: I promised myself I would save this blog for fun things, but here I go again with blogging about dating in Los Angeles. Don't worry I would never name names, I just like to vent on the subject in general, because it's interesting. And lately, it's been the part of my life that I really would like to fill! Which brings the question to my mind...is it possible to find the love of my life in LA? I've decided to post the reasons why I would not be interested in going out with someone for more then a couple of dates, call me shallow, call me picky, or admit it - I'm just a girl with some class that knows what I want! :-)

At 25 years old and single, I've been on a lot of dates in this city, with a wide range of guys, and lately I have come to the conclusion that the majority of men in this city are to pre-occupied with career and themselves to really hold my interest for more then a few dates. Those of you out there who don't fall into this category, why "Hello, It's nice to meet you." Anyways, these are the top three reasons why.

1) If I'm out on a date, and the conversation steers towards career more then twice - seriously, I'm over it! I think it's great you men are interested in what I do, and how many musical artists I've met, etc... but I need to find someone who could ultimately care less about the top charts, yet respects what I do. The producers of Los Angeles (well most of the ones I've met anyways) are all talk. Do not claim yourself as a producer, if you live in Hollywood with a roommate. If that is the case, explain to me that producing is your passion, and you hope to one day make it big. Because then I will see that you have passion, and ambition, and you aren't all talk as your business card titles you "CEO of Production." So if you are in entertainment, honestly chances are we won't last for too long. I know it sounds selfish, and for some it totally works out - but the engineers, the doctors, the teachers, the anythings in the world except entertainment men (or truck drivers), appeal to me so much more! I also tend to believe they are less jaded and realize what it means to have balance in life between career and personal time. Opposites attract?

2) Guys who don't pay for the first fucking date. Actually, wait...make that dates 1-3, but at least date #1. Seriously? There are a ton of you out there! A few who I've even been interested in from the first date. Why? You have great jobs, a great personality, attractive... but when that bill comes and you don't get it - whether it be coffee at the Coffee Bean or a steak meal at Jar, you suck! Didn't your mommas ever teach you right? Even if things are going horrible, please, do yourself a favor and treat a lady. You will not have a second chance if you don't pay for the first date, because it will simply just stick in my mind the thought of "OMG he seriously made me split the bill," as I vent to my girlfriends of how lame you turned out to be. Don't get me wrong, If I'm into you I'll treat you down the line, but first you have to win me over with some type of charm. If your broke, I get it - but there's always happy hour! Am I totally sounding shallow with this one? I don't know why, I just think it's such a turn off when this surprisingly happens every now and then. When the bill comes on the first date - I shouldn't even have to think about pulling out my wallet, not because I want to know you can cover a $100 tab, because it's courtesy to get the bill on the first date (or really in my book dates 1-3).

3) Men who love text messaging. Okay, I know what you are thinking - that text is so the new way of communicating and it's easier, to the point etc, etc. Well call me old fashioned, but if I don't know you, or we met out, had one conversation on the phone ... a.k.a you AREN'T someone I'm totally interested in yet - you need to pick up the fucking phone and call. I seriously would say that lately 80% of the time I give my number out, instead of the guy calling, he will text me! Is this just an LA thing? (Sheesh another reason I want to get out of this city sooner then later). But I will get these random texts in the middle of the day from someone I barely know, asking me "how was your weekend" or "what are you up too?" If we have only been out a couple of times or more so none at all, you need to pick up the damn phone! It shows interest, it shows respect, it shows courtesy, and most of all if shows that you are personable and not lazy. I know men tend to hate long conversations on the phone, but I usually never reply to texts from guys who don't call. You aren't going to get into my life through texts messages and you can almost guarantee that unless you are prince charming or David Beckham texting me, I will loose interest with the snap of a finger. Now, if we are dating - you can text me to ask me how my day is or if I want to go out to dinner later, but if you aren't in that position yet - call a girl!

So yeah, these are the top three things that would turn me away from a guy after the first date or two (or none at all). Honestly, I'm not too picky and I'm a very simple, down to earth, cool chick...but if you guys don't know what's up with these goods, you are lame. You are also lame, if you don't know how to put a napkin on your lap at a restaurant. That is probably my biggest pet peeve with men - bad table manners! It's rare, but it happens (yes my ex-bf included).

I want a tattoo.

I randomly decided the other day that I want to get a tattoo. I've never really had a desire to get one, I guess because I didn't just want to get one to get one...and while I certainly think they look better on some people then others - I do dig tattoos. But the other day, it hit me. And now I want one! You know that little saying "Live, Laugh, Love"...I know it's kinda of over used in things like myspace layouts, coffee coasters, and magnets from Papyrus, but I love that little saying. It fits me. It's simple, yet complex and to the point. Life your life to the fullest, Laugh a lot while doing so, and Love one another (or if you are a romantic like me - find true love!). I think I want to get it on the back of my left shoulder right above the bone (so it doesn't hurt as much, or so i've been told), and I just want it to be simple with black writing, one word stacked on the other:

Live.
Laugh.
Love.

With possibly a little star to dot the "I", i'm still trying to decide if that is too cliche/lame or not? Opinions?

I like this scripture in the pic above...

I think I will get it as my birthday present to myself...which is ohh so coming up in two weeks:-/. (26 already? Not sure how I feel about that).

Welcome to my blog!

Welcome! I'm excited to start this new blog with fun things on it. For a couple of years, i've been blogging with Xanga, where i've started sort of a Sex and the City, think Carrie Bradshaw blog on dating, relationships, all that mushy stuff. I figured why not take Love, horrible dates, and heartbreaks and turn it into something funny? So I did. And, maybe one day I will publish it all for you to read, but for now - I hope to make this blog fun and exciting. Or at least an insite into my life, and the things, people, places, and adventures that are a part of it. Ohh, and by the way, yes folks, I seriously hate celery!

Stay tuned...