West Coast Wisdom, or Don't Be Like Jen....

Hello all!

So much has been going on and you guys deserve a lot more than this, but I realized, actually one week ago, today, give or take about 12 hours, that I'm not as smart as I thought I was.

This is my wisdom. Actually, this will only help people who wear glasses, so everyone else, go to imdb.com and look for pictures of Johnny Depp. You're welcome.

Anyway, now the four eyed folk...do not ever put your glasses down on a busy surface when they could possibly get lost or overlooked. This especially goes for your bed. There is no need for glasses to ever be on your bed, ever. And if you think a pair of brown glasses will stick out on a blue and yellow quilt, you're wrong. It will blend right in. Trust me. I'm a smart woman but you can't outsmart the forces of coloring.

To continue, if you have gone against what I've told you and put your glasses on your quilt, don't forget you did it. Don't walk around your room and then think, "I'm going to go lie down on the bed." Why would you do that? Did someone dare you? Because if you do it, you'll hear a distinct crunch. And you'll reach down and pick up two or more pieces of plastic that once helped you see.

Remember on TV, nerds would tape their glasses together? I don't know what that tape was made of but it was beyond my scope. What did somehow work, was taping each frame to my face. I was all, men, form an orderly line.

By the way, tape hurts ripping it off your face.

Another thing not to do is assume. If you would ever assume that plastic glasses could be melted back together, you'd be wrong.

So, many dollars later, after an eye exam, which I hate, I have new spiff glasses.

And yes, I may look cute in them, seeing as they aren't taped to my face, but still, I send this as a word of warning to all of you.

Be careful, the glasses you break may belong to you or someone you love.

For more on the entertainment industry, stay tuned for more updates.

Life really is comedy...

Hey people...

I just wanted to let you all know I got the job as a studio page for Audiences Unlimited. I'll be seating sitcoms being filmed in CBS, Warner Bros, Hollywood and other studios. I think it's going to be really fun and a great way to learn more about the field I'm trying to get into.

I just need another job to supplement that, and an apartment, and then I'll be all set.

But yay, God is good!

I'm living my dream, how do I make it stop?

Hello y'all.

It is Saturday, July 5th, at 8:28 in the morning as I set about starting to write this blog about Los Angeles. Yes, it's that early. Yes, I feel like it's almost noon. Don't you love the time change thing, doesn't it just make your heart soar into the sky like some sort of majestic bird?

The answer is yes. Right?

Today marks the second day of my new home, lovely Los Angeles. And even though it's early on, I still can't believe I'm really here. Like, I think back to when I was nineteen years old and trying to decide between being an English major and being a Communication major, and my friend Andrea telling me I could always write screenplays and I of course think, Sure I can, let's do that.

But I actually never thought I'd get here.

I come from a family where everyone has been happily living in the Boston area (with few and far between exceptions) and no one has ever had a pressing need to move. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Boston. In fact, there was one day this summer where I was standing on the steps of City Hall in Boston where it overlooks Fanueil Hall on one side and opens out to a street mere minutes away from the Park in the Commons on the other other, and I thought to myself, "I could really be happy living right here, right in the middle of the city. Now where's that million dollars I dropped on the floor?"

Actually, living in the really nice part of Boston is about as much as it will cost to live in the Burbank/Studio City/et al area in Los Angeles, which is where I'm planning to live. Right now I'm living temporarily with one of my dearest friends, Loni, who is really awesomely helping me during this time of uncertainty. When my dear friend Rachel arrives in a week, we'll be getting an apartment together. I hope her transition is going smoother than mine.

Ok, here's a little thing about me; about five years ago, I became a Christian. I'm going to get a little spiritual here, fair warning for those who may need it. In my last week or so of my move to LA, and now that I'm here, I'm feeling very uncertain and heavily attacked. There are so many certainties among all the uncertainties I will be facing, and I'm just feeling really uncertain and negative about, well, basically everything. I confess this to you, my reader (is that you, Mom?), so that you can offer me up a prayer, or just well wishes for my time of transition.

I do have an interview with Audiences Unlimited on Tuesday, it's a page company (basically an usher for live studio audiences). The opportunity was brought to me by another one of my dearest friends, John. I had been reluctant about being a page when I heard about the wacky and random hours of a different program, but this one would seem to have the hours to accomodate getting another part time job to round out that one. Then I could hope to pay rent and keep myself rich in saltine crackers and peanut butter. And Ramen.

But I should go now, it's almost 9am here in LA. You know what that means. My body thinks it's bedtime.

Bye folks!