Liz Lemon

Hey guys,

Anyway, this is what's on my mind right now. 30 Rock. Which is a show I love, and one of the reasons I love it is because it's an edgy comedy, that breaks molds and was created by a talented comedian who is a woman. I'm a woman so right there, connection. Not to say that just because we're women, instant connection, but who wouldn't want to be good friends with Tina Fey?

Anyways, her character Liz Lemon is the head writer for the fake variety show, "TGS" (The Girlie Show), and she leads a room of men. They have to listen to her. She's pretty big news. But here is the thing; her life is all about her constantly being single, she fears dying in her apartment because of choking on a TV dinner, she doesn't have a savings account, and she doesn't have much of a life outside the job. And it leaves me thinking, "Is this the life I'm doomed to repeat?"

And here is the pathetic truth, audience. I feel like living that life is a privilege. Because in spite of the fact that she seems doomed to have many cats, and lots of problems for a shrink to handle, she is talented and she is living a dream I'd love to aspire to. Does that make me sad?

No.

The truth of the matter is this; in spite of everything, in spite of sometimes FEARING where my career will take me, seeing Liz Lemon's plights, I would be loving it, if I got to have that in my life. Sitting in a room for 12 hours with funny men and women as we try to find funny stories so people will watch and laugh. That is the dream.

Also, the real Tina Fey, as I've been assured, is married and has a child and a successful home life, as well as a kickin career, which is another reason I idolize her. I feel, at the very least, I'll go out to LA and have a bunch of close friends to call my family, and I know that someday I"m going to find the guy I'm going to marry and it will all be good.

Question, do you guys feel like there were two rival Jen's arguing back and forth? I did... :-P

My Meandering Has Taken Me Home

http://www.eyewitnessnewstv.com/Global/story.asp?S=7247374

The last girl, laughing and shouting, is my Angela. I am very proud.

I am at a place in my life where I feel like so much is gone. And I'm literally here with my computer, not doing my huge paper that should be my focus today and every day but I'm content to procrastinate.

Hand me a diploma. Any diploma, yo. It's all good in the hood, baby.

I had a dream last night and it featured a lovely friend of mine, Genevieve, and I had finally arrived in Los Angeles. And it's funny because I remember in the dream there was something wrong, and I bet what was wrong was that I hadn't finished this portfolio. Sitting, writing, trying to sound smart about television, trying to be in depth and concise and long but not drawn out, all at once. And I hate writing papers. And I have 19 pages done, that's like, 2/3rds. The rest will be as easy as squeezing water out of a stone.

I just found out , just now, that my walk in closet has roof access to my building. That's hot. What isn't hot is that it was discovered because my roof is leaking. Yay.

Ugh.