Holiday Buffet

Lately, I haven't been able to get a hold of the internet. We haven't paid our bill so Kelly and I have to either go to the coffeeshops or visit Jax. Its really good to have a computer and type out some of my thoughts for all of you, I know its been a while.

Here's my update:

So, as you might already know, my show I am Asian, How are you? is up and ready to go. We are in post finishing up the episodes. They should be up soon. But, really what I want to talk about is Christmas with Kelly & Jax.

I decided to stay in L.A. for the holidays this year. Although, I was raised fully Christian from my white parents, I don't really know if its for me. So what I wanted to to different this year was celebrate everyone else's holiday. So, Kelly, Jax and I decided to invite people we wanted to celebrate with. Sort of like a holiday buffet.

Kelly invited this girl, Sharon to our dinner. She was so hot! Dressed in a Ms. Santa outfit. Kelly always gets these hot girls. All I ever get is "Scot is so sweet" and the hair rub. You know, when an adult does to a kid. This is why I wear a hat now. Anyway, she celebrates this day called Kwanzaa. Its the African xmas.

Here's a link: http://www.officialkwanzaawebsite.org/index.shtml

Jax brought over some homeless folks with a line of shopping carts outside our apartment. Apparently, Jax has been living on the streets. After he read what Prince William did, he decided to do the same. So far he's been out for the last few days. I just wished they all took a shower.

As far as me, I decided to bring a Ryan Seacrest look alike. What best way to celebrate with someone you really want to be celebrating with. I mean, this is who i want to be like one day and it just makes me feel good. Although, Kelly thinks I can do better, to me, there is no one better than Ryan Seacrest.

Anyways, Christmas night was so fun. We all had so much to eat and so much to share. After dinner, Kelly had dessert with Sharon in his room, Jax and his entourage of the homeless packed up their carts and went back to the streets, and I had a night of interviewing the Ryan Seacrest look alike. Soon Ryan, I will meet you.

Many Christmas blessings from Scot, Kelly and Jax.

2009 will now be 2010

Living in Los Angeles with food

Its been a couple years since I've been in Los Angeles. I'm learning that this town not only has a lot of people, it also has a lot of food. I'm a little over weight. Ten pounds to be exact. I've been eating so much. Everywhere I turn there's food. American, Mexican, Italian, Indian. You name it we got it. So, I've actually been gaining some weight the last year or so. I do my best to maintain my scrawny figure. But, geesh! When you can have pizza every night with your roommate and he loves to drink, I don't-I've never touched it. So, I end up eating, a lot! Also, there's this thing called Pho. Its actually pronounced FA! Like fa la la la la. Pho! Its noodles and soup. Kelly and Jax took me to let me soak up some of the Asian culture. I'm not very familiar of who I am. I mean, in Kansas, we have meat and potatoes. I know, I'm not very cultured. Anyhoo, they brought me here. It was amazing. It took me a while to eat it cause, well, I'm not very good at using chopsticks. I know, I know. But, where I grew up, I grew up in a white town. No other ethnicities. I think I was the only Asian. I mean, I was adopted, so my parents, white, only knew what they knew. God bless their soul.

But the main reason I'm writing this blog today is that, Kelly(my producer) and Jax(my financier) told me I had to lose weight. We're almost done with this first 6 episodes of our show. They noticed I looked a little chubby. Well, "not tv thin". So, they told me to lose ten pounds cause the camera adds ten pounds. Ugh! Ok ok!

I'll keep you posted on my weight and the new trailer thats coming out. As well as, our new charity water PSA. Lookout for it and donate.

http://mycharitywater.org/iaa

My buddy Richard is helping us with that. He's a good guy! So, looking forward to hearing from you as you join my blog. And I'll be back with more info!

Scot

FIRST COMMERCIAL

So, I apologize to everyone that I haven't been following up here. Its for a good reason. I have been filming some web series and a commercial. I am so excited because we are doing so many good things and the most important thing is we're happy. Kelly, Jax and I are super pumped.

So look out for the webisodes and commercial.

SCOT

Who knew making a show could be so intense. Kelly, Jax and I have been making some good stuff. Look out for it por favor!

I have got the idea of a lifetime. Me & Kelly are gonna do something big. Getting ready to visit my old college roommate Jax. Nervous!

God… am I depressed!

Alright, I quit my job. I’m a free man! Free to do whatever I want. Free to chase my dreams. Free to stay up late any night I want. Free to run wild…. Blah blah blah.

But I have no idea what I want to do.

I keep looking through the classifieds and all I see are jobs that:

A) I’m extremely unqualified for that pay amazingly well – tempting, the money’s good

B) Jobs I’m moderately qualified for that I have no interest in actually doing

C) Jobs I am qualified for that closely resemble the job I’ve left and/or would become just like the job I’ve left

At least I have unemployment, right? My roommate Kelly (have I mentioned him before? Of course I have, he's the one on my ass!) says I can come work with him, but I’m not sure I’d like his line of work either (long story for another time). I don’t think I’ve left my room in three days. It’s hard to tell because the shades and drawn and I knocked over my alarm clock when I went “into hibernation” and never bothered to plug it back in.

Okay… the whining is done. I’m going to try to pull it together. Thanks for bearing with me. I hope I have some good news to share soon.

*Fingers and toes crosses*

Women in Los Angeles...

So, the other night I had my first date in Los Angeles. Finally I said, someone I can go out with that's not my roommate. Sorry Kelly. I met her around the corner from my house. She had come up to me and started talking. I didn't know what to do. I thought I was being punked. By who, I don't know cause I only know a few people out here. Anyways, I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat. She said ok, so we went to the McDonald's around the corner from my house.

So, we went up and ordered food. I bought of course, that's how my mama taught me. We sat had a great time. She has dark hair, dark eyes and looks a little like a young Marilyn Monroe. She also smelled good. We talked about almost everything. I mean, stuff that I was allowed to talked with her about. For some reason, she wouldn't answer some things. But that didn't matter. I was having a good time. So as we finished our meal, I got the happy meal btw. Yeah, I know but it reminds me of my 10th birthday when my mom got me a huge b-day party at Micky D's.

So, back to the story. As we walked out of there, she quickly grabbed my hand. L.A. women are aggressive, I thought. Nothing like Kansas women. But, nonetheless I was on my first official Los Angeles DATE!!!! She asked me where I live and asked if we could go there. I was like, I just met you. I usually don't like to invite people to my place on first dates. Just in case, you know.

Then, she looked kinda impatient. So, she asked me to follow her into the bathroom in the McDonald's. I asked her why. She told me just do it. I agreed. I thought maybe she was scared or something. I don't live in the best areas right now, so I understand. So we went to the bathroom and she quickly tried to undress me. I mean she tried to un-zip my pants and all. I wouldn't let her. I mean, there a thing in my town about being a virgin and all. I'm waiting for the right person and I don't even know who this lady is.

So, when I stopped her, she wanted me to do weird stuff. I said, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF THAT IS!" Then she got really mad and slapped me. After that, she asked me for money. I told her that all the money I had I bought us dinner. She got so mad. She stormed out of the bathroom making a scene and yelled out some disturbing things.

What is wrong with ladies in L.A. I don't get. Is it me? Am I not understanding what a girl needs here in Los Angeles. Can anyone help me understand?

My DVD Player SUX!

Not having a job sucks. I mean all i do now is watch TV and play my dvd's. One of my fave's is Caddy Shack. You know, the golf flick with Chevy Chase. I love that film. I must of watched that film over 200 times. Or, I'll be sitting here at (what time is it? 12:45am) watching Craig Ferguson. He's a funny Scotsman. I like him. I wish I had his job. I want to be doing what he's doing. I mean, its so fun. All you do is talk and interview people and talk some more and....Um, not sure what else, but you get the point.

Anyways, I think my dvd player is burnt out. Its not really playing. Maybe I got to clean it or something. Maybe a new one? I wonder where Kelly's credit card is.

Ahhhh, I'm getting sleepy. Am I making any sense right now? Not sure. I need some help. I mean, I don't drink, don't do drugs, I don't even like coffee. What am I doing here? I know, I'm being random, but I think its just one of those days, I've got male PMS or something.

Ok, going to bed now. Sleepy. Snooooore......

Doing it, doing it, done!

Hey guys,

So I’ve been talking a little about how I get in trouble with my boss.  I feel I’m in the right most of the time...you know what, I’m right most of the time.  Sure I get in trouble, but it’s not because I’m a bad person, I’m just not as sneaky as some of my other co-workers.  Don’t get me wrong, I love those guys, but it seems like if anyone’s bending the rules a little bit, it’s going to be me that gets caught.  Anyway, a little venting, I should be good now.

I think the reason I’m kind of upset is I’m pumping myself up to leave catering.  I’ve been at it for a while(2 months), more than a while actually(2 months is a long time), and it just doesn’t do anything for me.  One of my friends got me the job and we had a great time for about a month (then he quit, what a bastard) but it’s never been anything but something to make money.

The problem is: I don’t know what I want to do. 

So why not stay with catering for now.  I’m just afraid that I’m just going to keep saying that and it’s going to be ten years down the road and I’ll say “Where the hell did my life go?”

Alright, so I’m not really afraid of that… the chances of me working another four months without the manager and I having a gigantic fight is slim.  Oh yeah, I’m ready to throw down every once is a while… I took Junior Boxing classes at the Y.  I just don’t want to do this any more.  Alright, I’m going to quit.  You talked my into it.  Come Thursday morning I’ll be a free man.

Wish me luck, guys.  Kelly's gonna kill me.  

I'm getting close people. I think I will make a final decision. This week. Who's coming with me?

Dear God....

I've been working the last 7 days, straight. I haven't really gotten a lot of sleep, I've got bags under my eyes and I think I'm still hung over from Vegas, which I still haven't filled you in on the rest. So, let me do that.

After showing up 5 hours late for work, my manager, the a**hole took my phone away during all the shifts and had me and my 3 co-workers on house arrest after work. We couldn't do nothing. All we did was play Uno, there was no alcohol and all we had to eat was leftovers of staff meal, pasta and salad. I mean who plays Uno in Vegas?! It sucked!

Don't get me wrong, though. We did try to escape a couple of times. No wolf gonna keep us sheep in here. We tried everything. Sneaking out, calling the lobby to order us beer. We even tried to call a stripper in. But each time we got close, he was there. Our guard dog, the manager. Suck, sucked suckiest! And here's the breaking point. I get back from Vegas and find that my roommate Kelly shot a nude flick at our place. I can't believe I missed most of that. I mean, I get home and there's women everywhere. All naked, walking around like no one's watching. Well, I was watching, I think one of them liked me. Uh, anyways, gotta keep this G Rated, if you know what I mean. Hehe.

Bottom line, I'm ready for something new.

Haha...

Just checking in folks.

....Back from Vegas-Pass the ketchup!

I am so glad to be back home. I've had a crazy last few days. Its been well, lets say interesting and exhausting. Actually, it fricken SUCKED!!! I wanna quit my job already. I don't like it, its not me and I feel I have something better to offer this world. Where should I start? I mean with my weekend in Vegas.

So, when we last parted I was getting ready to head out, right? Wrong. One of my co-workers brought some alcohol called Absinthe. Its supposed to be this weird, amazing drink from France or something. Rumor has it that some artists such as Picasso or that guy who wrote the Raven, I think, drank this and became highly creative and crazy. Can't remember, my buddy is into this stuff. Anyways, we took shots. It tastes funny and I didn't really like it. But, he kept on giving shots and because I was in Vegas I took 'em. And thats when the night got crazier and crazier. I don't remember exactly, but it went something like this.

HIGHLIGHTS OF WHAT I REMEMBER:

-Walking out of our room and dancing with a cleaning lady

-Asking for a taxi, jumped in the taxi and pissed the driver off. (Apparently, I called him Muslim when he was in fact Russian.)

-Got kicked out of taxi cab and called another one

-Finally got to downtown and went to a strip club. WHY?!

-Lap danced with girl

-Lap danced with 2 girls

-Lap danced with what I thought was a girl, but actually a really fit door guy. Yeah, I got thrown out.

-Headed to casino

-Played slot machines

-Kicked the slot machines

-Won $500 from slot machines

-Back to strip club

-More drinks

-Throw up in bathroom

-Looking for co-workers, they're here somewhere.

-Found co-workers. They were right behind me.

By this time it was 5am in the morning. And the next thing I know is I am sleeping in our Motel 6 room and there's a million ketchup packets around me and I'm covered in ketchup. Then the phone rings and its my manager. He's yelling at me because he was trying to call us for the last 5 hours. What time is it? It was 1pm and we were supposed to be at work by 9am.

Holy moly! I got more...but I'm gonna get back to you. I'm a little exhausted and Kelly my roommate is knocking on my door. Can't he realize that I'm watching Caddyshack one of the best movies ever!

Ahhhh!

Finally in Vegas!!!

Ok, just checked into Motel 6 in Vegas. Me and my co-workers are going to downtown Las Vegas, doing some shots and they're taking me to their old stomping grounds. What stomping grounds are they talking about? I mean all I see here are old men and Mexicans giving away postcards for Gentlemen clubs. I took one, despite of what happened with Kelly a few nights ago. You never know what may happen, the night is still young. Ok, gotta go. We're getting ready to head out. Will fill you in tomorrow at work.

Vegas!!!

So, just an update. I'm headed to Las Vegas for a 3 day catering event. I've never been to Vegas coming from Kansas and all. Some of my pals from work told me they are going to show me around. I'm so excited! I guess catering has its benefits, huh? Gotta go. My stupid manger is doing check in. The last time I used my phone, he kept it until the end of the shift. Bastard! More to come...

Alcohol is Greek for "GET ME SOME DAMN DRINKS!"

I’m back! Boy, do I have some stories for you. But first, had a great day enjoying the sun with one of my buddies. Had some sun tea, not my favorite though. Some weird thing he made up. Anyways, let me tell you what I got going on.

First off, I've been working a bunch this week. Almost 2 gigs a day. If you read my last post, you might of guessed what it was. If you haven't, the job is doing catering. It’s some money coming in right now, while I figure out what I want to do (God knows Kelly my roommate really wants me to get a job. He's a hard ass sometimes but that what makes us work together - a story for another time)

Anyways, one thing about catering is that there are a lot of aspiring actors. In fact too many. The cool thing about all these people is that we always watch each other’s back. For example, I almost got caught eating the buffet food and a co-worker, she's a big girl mind you, hit me on the arm, I re-acted so fast, I spit the bite I had out and it flew back into one of the chaffing dishes. Luckily we just finished setting up and no guest were there yet. Apparently the manager was walking around checking stuff, so she really saved me. Good people.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the food. Can you believe some of this food? Its so good. I mean, you try running around for hours serving plates of delicious appetizers just inches from your face. Yeah, you know you’d take a bite too. Bacon-wrapped shrimp and blue cheese, Kobe beef burgers with gouda cheese, heck, even the coffee tastes like gourmet. I dream about this stuff. Other than that, it has its moments – sometimes -- but it’s not the best job around that’s for sure.

So, let me get to the point of this story, about what happened last night: Of course, I got in trouble with my boss, finally. I was waiting for that to catch up. We were setting up for a wedding and there was no booze. A completely dry wedding. Can you believe that? Odd for me – growing up in the Kansas I never needed an excuse to have a good time with my buddies and big events like this, there’s not even a question that there’s going to be drinks. It just is. But not a big deal, I mean, I respect their choice.

Unfortunately, at wedding’s alcohol is what gets the dance floor going. Ask any wedding DJ, the music doesn’t get going until the drinks are flowing. You have the wedding party dancing, the bride and her father are in tears, and everything moves… you know? But, not this time. You could hardly get anyone out on the dance floor. And I was watching the bride, out there with just a small amount of people, looking at all her guests stuck to their chairs and I could just see she was upset. So I put down my serving platter, walked over to the DJ and asked him to play one of my favorite songs “*Freebird*” and I jumped out on the dance floor –

-- and I made a complete fool out of myself!

Of course, I was running around the dance floor too, grabbing girls and getting them to dance with me, then grabbing guys to dance with them. By the time the song was over I had twenty more people out there (it was a long song) and by the time I left the dance floor almost all of the guests had started dancing. I think I saved the party. But apparently my boss had to give me a warning. That’s what I get for having a good time. But, its ok cause I got a good tip from the father of the bride. $50. It pays to go all out sometimes. Ok, so I spent a little bit too much time out there. But, I think I was doing more for that wedding by dancing than serving cheese and crackers.

What do you think?

Headed to work...

So, I just got this new job which I'll tell you about tomorrow. Its something I never thought I'd do, but it pays good money and there's free food. You might guess what it is but I leave it up in the air for right now. Plus, I'm doing a wedding. Who on earth does a wedding on a Tuesday? We in Kansas have weddings on weekends or something. Whatever....

Ok, headed out. Will update you tomorrow!

Need money...

So after that fiasco the other night, I spent some of my savings. Gotta get a job.

I need a girlfriend...

So, you'll never believe this. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night after the strip club. My roommate Kelly, brought home a stripper. One of his friends he says. Damnit that guy. Anyways, all night, no kidding, walls pounding and screaming. I thought there was an exorcism going on. So, I got up out of bed half drunk, knocked on Kelly's room to tell him to SHUT UP and this lady walks out with a whip and a dominatrix outfit. I almost pooped in my pants. She told me that I was next if I didn't leave.

What do you say to that? I know what I would say now. That's the last time I go to strip club with Kelly. Or at all. Gotta go get some Captain Crunch at Ralphs.

Trying to blog at the strip club. Is it working?

My roommate Kelly wants to go to strip clubs. We're headed to the Ralph's to get singles. Oh yeah!

Testing...

Testing 1,2,3. Is this thing on? Just getting used to this peeps. Kansas was so much simpler. Beer, horses and Grey's Anatomy. I miss it. Anyone know how I can feel more at home in Los Angeles? Sure my roommate Kelly will know what to do when he gets home from work.

Just got this site up....

Hey guys. Just got this site up. What do you think? It was definitely more difficult than I thought. One of those things where you say “I should do this” and you get really excited and then two months later you’re looking at a half-done project laying on your coffee table. But those days are over… cause I made it!

So, without further adieu here is my first post. It's to let everyone know a little something about me. It’s kind of a big deal, though, because I made a promise to myself recently that if I started something I’d see it through to the end. Start what you finish, that kind of thing. I just have a feeling I’m letting too many promises to myself go without any effort.

So, if I’m going to start this blog I have to see it through. Of course, you’re reading this right now. I’ve already typed it. So I guess we both know how I made up my mind.

So….. a little bit about me: I’m Scot Su. I grew up in Kansas. When I was young – very young – I wanted to be a country and western star, wear a cowboy hat, play a guitar and own a mustang, the horse, not the car. My mother got me a little, red cowboy hat from the Salvation Army and I used to wear it every day, even when I was taking a bath. Embarrassing I know, but I was a determined kid. I wanted to be a musician and that red hat was the first step to my goals. Of course, later… much later than I want to admit, I realized that I would have to sing and that kind of blew the whole deal. Then I moved on to sports. But, I still remember my dedication and that hat.

Alright, I’ve just started and I think I may have shared too much already. I’m going to go see if there’s any cereal left or if my roommate has eaten it all.