I've joined an acting class taught by two Master of Fine Arts graduates from the Yale School of Drama; which is the school with alumni as recognizable as Chris Noth, Meryl Streep, Sigourney Weaver, Edward Norton, etc. My acting partner is a 41 year old real estate fellow who's nice. I hated to have to kiss him so much though...but I guess I have to get used to such discomforts. I'm doing the "You make me want to be a better man" scene from "As Good as it Gets."
One of the sweetest things about living in LA as an actress, is constantly being surrounded by your dream. While practicing my scene in Balboa Park in Sherman Oaks (I know), there were studio trailers set up, probably for a TV project. There was also another actor rehearsing his lines with a script in hand. I never saw such things on a random day in San Diego. Los Angeles is a working movie studio, I tell you! Additionaly, the residents are hardly fazed by such sights anymore. No one bothered to check out the set.
One of the sweetest things about living in LA as an actress, is constantly being surrounded by your dream. While practicing my scene in Balboa Park in Sherman Oaks (I know), there were studio trailers set up, probably for a TV project. There was also another actor rehearsing his lines with a script in hand. I never saw such things on a random day in San Diego. Los Angeles is a working movie studio, I tell you! Additionaly, the residents are hardly fazed by such sights anymore. No one bothered to check out the set.
A powerful feeling of belonging entered me and I felt like I was on set for one of my own movies...the feeling was amazingly strong, and I let it become my life, even if for a moment. THE SECRET...
When acting practice ended, I cancelled my original plan to go to San Diego this weekend because Mac chose to go to a boy's night-which really bummed me out. I had gone to SD the last weekend and I was tired of being the only one who cared to keep within each others reach. So, I guessed this would be my weekend alone and decided to get used to it. I figure I'll be feeling this way a lot, since I've decided to cut down my SD visits, in an effort to assimilate.
To not let the feeling of lonliness get to me, I took a venture to Santa Monica pier.. I wanted to ride the roller coaster and the Ferris wheel but sadly, they didn't allow single people to ride on the Ferris wheel due to a safety concern. So, I had to say "oh well" to that. The whole thing just felt ironic.
I hopped on the roller coaster, as a loner, and what began as somewhat embarrassment, turned into uncontrolled laughter as the g-forces tickled my insides. For a moment, nothing else mattered other than the feeling of freedom I experienced as weight ceased to exist.
When I grew hungry I went to a little grill restaurant, ordered the seafood combination plate and a bottle of Heineken. I wanted to give myself a real treat and enjoy the day on the patio.
There, I was joined by a legion of pigeons and brown birds, all watching my feasting; they reminded me of hungry pirates with their missing limbs. One particular pigeon, I will never forget, had one eye. He was a brave one! No matter how I tried to shoo him with my hand, he remained steadfast to "eye-balling" me eat; dodging my blows. I began to like the intruder so I fed him some breading...and chuckled at him for being so courageous.
It began to rain cats and dogs so I drove off and found myself at a thrift shop in Venice Beach where I spent an entire hour browsing nick-knacks. I enjoy a good treasure hunting once in a while. And, it had been a very long while.I hopped on the roller coaster, as a loner, and what began as somewhat embarrassment, turned into uncontrolled laughter as the g-forces tickled my insides. For a moment, nothing else mattered other than the feeling of freedom I experienced as weight ceased to exist.
When I grew hungry I went to a little grill restaurant, ordered the seafood combination plate and a bottle of Heineken. I wanted to give myself a real treat and enjoy the day on the patio.
There, I was joined by a legion of pigeons and brown birds, all watching my feasting; they reminded me of hungry pirates with their missing limbs. One particular pigeon, I will never forget, had one eye. He was a brave one! No matter how I tried to shoo him with my hand, he remained steadfast to "eye-balling" me eat; dodging my blows. I began to like the intruder so I fed him some breading...and chuckled at him for being so courageous.
Ha, I bought a Tae Bo video, "As Good as it Gets," and "Blade Runner" for 2 bucks each to curl up to. Yeah...what a day.
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