1. Los Angeles, California (often abbreviated L.A.). This expression pokes fun at the alleged eccentricities of the city’s inhabitants. For example, What do you expect? Frederick has lived in la-la land for ten years and it has rubbed off on him.
2. A state of being out of touch with reality, as in I don’t know what’s going on with Amy–she seems to be in la-la land.
Me: “Good morning, could I get a 25 count munchkins, please?”
Dunkin Donuts Employee: “Sure…any particular kind?”
Me: *doing math in head* “Hmmm…how about, five glazed, five powdered, and five jelly.”
Dunkin Donuts Employee: *bewildered* “That’s all?”
Me: *confident, yet a bit annoyed that the order needed to be repeated* Yes, five glazed, five powdered, and five jelly…no…sorry…actually make that five chocolate glazed instead of the regular glazed*
Dunkin Donuts Employee: You can have both…
Me: No, that’s okay.
Dunkin Donuts Employee: Ma’am…that’s only fifteen donuts…
Me: Wait…3 times 5… 25–
Dunkin Donuts Employee: No, ma’am…3 times 5 is fifteen…you can pick out ten more donuts.
On one hand, today was a good morning, because I felt like I got ten extra munchkins than I had expected. SCORE. On the other…I may not be good at math on a normal day, but my addition skills are clearly not functioning at all this morning. I have a valid excuse, though. I flew out of LA at 11:20, slept for the 4 hour plane ride, took an hour and a half train ride downtown, and came straight to work two hours early. Had that enlightening encounter/ arithmetic lesson at Dunkin Donuts, got to the office, booted up the computer, started checking my e-mail, then passed out at my desk. Woke up about 2 minutes before my boss came in, and hobbled into our morning meeting. Had my yearly review, and was given a substantial raise (^.^) as well as very supportive and positive feedback from my awesome supervisor. When she started talking about my senior projects and how she wants me to get whatever experience I need so that when I graduate, I can find a job–I was snapped out of my zombie-like state.
I’m graduating this year.
Talk about a wake up call.
I’ve visited LA about once a month for the past three months. Decided early on that it was my top choice for post-graduation locations to live, as I am absolutely through with Chicago (for now). Every time I go there, it seems harder to come back. Ironically, this is how I used to feel when I would visit Chicago. Perhaps this intuition is why I feel so secure that this is the setting for the next chapter in my life. Each time I’ve visited, I feel a surge of energy (maybe it’s from all the Vitamin D of the sun) like there’s something for me there. This weekend was no different. I mean–great people, yummy food, KARAOKE–what more could a silly choir nerd with a tendency towards gluttony ask for?
Choosing to apply to UCLA for grad school was surprisingly one of the easiest decisions I’ve ever made. And the fact that my parents immediately gave their support (and my dad even offered to drive my eclipse out there for me to have if I move to LA) definitely helped me feel confident in said decision. But, I sort of left it at that. No back up plan, no consideration of details like where I will live, what I will do for work (especially if I don’t get accepted into the program), what it will be like starting completely fresh in a new city all over again.
I sometimes wonder why I’m able to act so, impulsively, or maybe confidently–when making decisions that seem like they need more careful consideration or that I’m flat out crazy. I think, it’s something like my “Writing to Change the World” professor spoke to us about in class last week…that there will be at least one time in your life, when something inside you, a voice, or inkling–tells you to do something that makes no rational sense, but you know you have to do it. He said that we have to listen to that voice, and that if we do, we will not fail, because there will be so much of our psychic and unconscious energy working towards it.
I know I can be a little absentminded (which is surprising considering my overly sharp memory) and oftentimes “out of touch with reality”…but sometimes I think we need to make our own reality or that if we limit ourselves to what is practical or reasonable, we will never reach the full potential of our strength or capacity for happiness. Or…even though I can barely string together a coherent thought because my brain literally HURTS from being so sleepy yet forced to work, it is totally worth it because I got to spend such a wonderful weekend in LA. There’s plenty of time for sleep, it’s the memory of those moments of consciousness and living that are too precious to throw away for the sake of a few restful hours that help us get through days like this.