Life 2.0: The Afterlife
As some of you might have noticed if you read this blog regularly, there was no post last week. As mentioned the week before, school was out for ten days before starting the next semester. I took a break – from this blog, from acting, from duties – from this earth. For one week I was in heaven. And believe it or not, I don’t have to write my blog in heaven.
As I am writing this, I have my last evening as a free man. I guess I should be excited for starting the new semester– but truth is I’m not. For five months I have lived like a bum. I have not indulged once, every second has been about saving my money – I have only walked back and forth to school every day and lived no further life whatsoever. Luckily, that school is my passion, so I have enjoyed it anyway, and I would do anything for it. But it seems a former wealthy man will always miss the privileges he used to have.
For this one week, I have really tasted life again – which I used to have an insatiable appetite for. Thanks to some amazing people around me, my friends all over LA, and one person in particular, I have lived like a king. I have visited paradise, and I have not been alone. I would usually explore any city I visit till every rock is turned, but so far I have only explored my way to school here. Now, in one week, I have done more than in the past five months.
One might say the Ellen-money bought me a piece of life. During my holiday, I have allowed myself to spend some on its pleasures. I have bought fresh gourmet cheese and coffee at the LA Farmers Market, attended a Concert at the Wiltern (fixed some free tickets), threw a party for my class, danced the night away at a night club, hiked the Hollywood Hills, had ice cream on the Venice Beach Boardwalk, met my wonderful friends in Huntington, sunbathed and swam in Malibu, had sushi (GOSH I’ve missed you), explored the Hollywood Boulevard and the celebrity homes of Hollywood and Beverly Hills, made pancakes in the morning, sought out the best coffee in Burbank, saw the best view of LA from Griffith Observatory, cooked gourmet meals every day, made dinner for my bro’s, finally tried the pool outside my apartment, ran the streets of Burbank, and a lot more that is not suitable for this blog.
Even if you have not read your bible, it should be obvious that life after paradise is kind of an anticlimax. You don’t want to go back to your own little empty apartment and live like a bum again. None of this would have mattered alone, and there is no way around shouting out to that one person who made it all. I had a piece of heaven here for one week, but now it has left. Now that everything is all gone, everything seems all wrong. For what is right, when there is nothing left?
Unfortunately, that is the nature of life – and, in fact, the beauty of it. There is no light without darkness, nor any good holidays without school. So now it is back to business. And with my emotional life, I guess I need this downfall to be able to appreciate the joys this next semester will bring.
Life 2.0 is one of Khrono’s blogs, and will be presented with new blogposts every week. Petter Egge is a former student from HiOA and journalist at Khrono.no. He has decided to do something quite different. This is his stories.
May 20th 2014:
Chronicle #17: The Life of the Party
This week, I got a whole new understanding of the fact that I now live and breathe the LA-life.
May 15th 2014:
Chronicle #16: The Leap From Sanity
After San Francisco, the way back to reality was just a little too short. From a weekend in heaven, I hit the ground in a pile of papers to write, finals coming up, and most of all – our final showcase at the Victory Theatre.
May 8th 2014:
Chronicle #15: The Escape
This week I thought I was up for an easy ride. Not many film projects in sight, and a long–awaited trip to my favorite city San Francisco – where I left my soul when leaving UC Berkeley two years ago.
April 29th 2014:
Chronicle #14: The Aftermath
No journalists called me this week, and my phone has slowly managed to find peace; now it is only buzzing about twice as much as before Ellen (yes, there will forever be a «before» and «after Ellen» now). The number of followers on Instagram has eventually stabilized, and though my twitter profile is more busy with visitors and followers than ever before, the threat of an explosion seems to cease.
April 23th 2014:
Chronicle #13: The Tribute
Out of his good heart Petter helped a person on the street, and suddenly life turned around for a couple of days. When this week started, I was at the bottom of a deep valley, weighed down under a number of concerns. The ones about my economy had already bothered me for months, as frequent readers would already know, but now my worries included another area of much bigger importance.
April 16th 2014:
Chronicle #12: When words do not suffice
There are times, even for a writer
when written words become empty signs
Times when a writer don’t want to write
cause there’s too much between the lines
April 9th 2014:
Chronicle #11: «The School of Life»
Life is a funny little thing. It is for sure a trembling rollercoaster, but also a splash of water in your face and missing ground under your feet. It has its ways – mysterious, inscrutable – of surprising me, not just when I thought I had it all together, but even more often when I’m already out of balance.
April 2th 2014:
Chronicle #10: «The Decennium»
From waking up scared of an earthquake, to not take notice at all. So: I’m happy to announce that I might already be a real Californian.
Mars 25th 2014:
Chronicle #9: «The Wake Up Call»
They say you’re not a real Californian until you no longer notice the earthquakes. This week started with something of a wake up call. As mentioned in previous posts, sleep is quite limited for me over here due to lack of time. That one night when I finally managed to enter deeply into those psychedelic lands of dreams at the right time, with no alarm set for the next morning – THE EARTH decided to shake me out of bed at 6:25 AM with a 4.4 magnitude earthquake.
Mars 18th 2014:
Chronicle #8: «So You Think You Can Act»
Do you know how to walk? No, you don’t. Can you sit, crawl, or lie down? No, you can’t. You can’t even lift your arm up in front of you. I know you can’t believe it – neither could I. But every day here, I am proven wrong.
Mars 11th 2014:
Chronicle #7: «The walk of Shame»
Ever had the feeling that your duties seem to pass by like a super fast train and you just can’t catch up with it for the life of you?
Mars 4th 2014:
Chronicle #6: «Teaser»
I was a journalist, a gymnast and a musician. I had everything I needed – except what I wanted. Thats why I decided to quit my job, say goodbye to my friends and family, and leave for acting school in Hollywood. The Video presented in this blog is a small taste of what life has been like the first few weeks.
Feb. 25th 2014:
Chronicle #5: «In a cold sweat»
For a guy who has lived all his life by the rules and routines of a gymnastics regime, there is no doubt that life here is a tad more divergent. Having nothing to do at one moment is just as shockingly unfamiliar as it is to run from a film shoot to my roommates’ baptism in the next. At any point earlier in my life, the degree of variation stretched from sleeping, through eating and practice, to toilet visits, school and back to sleep. The circle of life has definitely taken a new shape.
Feb. 18th 2014:
Chronicle #4: «The Proposal and the Valentine’s»
Real life, as we will know it the next eight months (though dreamy it may still seem to me), is about to blossom. As the hassle of settling down slowly dies out, challenges of school is coming to life, growing over the heads of its students.
Feb. 11th 2014:
Chronicle #3: «Life’s a like a box of chocolate»
As we still can’t seem to get friendly with our apartment (at least our rent), it took my roommate and me no more than three days to decide to move out again. Already stretching our comfort zone with one bedroom, we are now downgrading to NO bedroom.
Feb. 8th 2014:
Chronicle #2: Move-in Day and monologues
When gas, water, power and insurance companies got back in to business on Monday morning, Murphy’s law did the same; what could go wrong – well, you know. For the landlord to let us move in, they needed confirmation letters faxed from all of the above – which should be no problem, since we asked them all to do so when opening our new accounts. After half a day of waiting by an empty fax machine, we dared to call them back with a friendly reminder – only to discover that they’d forgotten all about us. When they eventually faxed it, only one name was on the paper – and we’d really prefer that both of us could move in.
Feb. 5th 2014:
Chronicle #1: «I need a dollar, dollar is what I need»
Ok, just to make it clear right away: I am NOT a blogger. Since the dawn of the blogosphere, my prejudices have kept me far away from its kind. But as we all know, the first unwritten rule of a struggling actor in Hollywood is that «Everyone must accept some kind of prostitution in order to survive up until the big breakthrough.» So, I could have fulfilled the stereotype of waiting tables between my auditions, or I could do a «Sylvester Stallone» – but instead I am now spreading trivialities about my still-to-be famous self. Oh, the irony.