this holiday week might kill me

Okay, first of all–

Listen.

Sometimes you just write a little stream-of-consciousness entry about the thoughts running through your head when you take a bath because you’re stressed out about work and money and changing your entire life.

It doesn’t mean that you’re pregnant.

I’d like to thank everyone for your concern and care, but if I get another email asking if I’m pregnant I’m afraid it’ll make it so. I’ve already changed my ENTIRE life. Please don’t make me change my entire body too. I know, it’d be a great story. But no. Come on. Let me breathe, people.

The audition was okay. I don’t know. I’m just happy to have finished my first audition in LA. I’ve done it. I’ve done the audition. I’m not a couch person afraid to leave the house. I’ve made a resume, submitted my headshot and got onstage. They’ll send a letter within the next two weeks. I’m not getting my hopes up. I was a bit nervous. It was my first audition. I was clumsy. I don’t know. I’m not dwelling on it anymore.

I spent the weekend in Santa Barbara. I drove up the Pacific Coast Highway. I hadn’t made that drive since I was a little girl. Gosh, that’s pretty. All the mountains and water and everything is so blue.

I go to visit my family this week for Thanksgiving. I have hardly any time to get my work done before my flight. Especially because Eric’s mom is still here for a visit. I’m trying to balance hostess and writer. It’s not so easy.

And, on that note, it’s time for the Holiday Card Exchange. Send me your address, I’ll send you mine. You send me a Christmas card, and I’ll send you one, too. I’ll probably send a mass mailing of my address to all that are interested, so if you don’t hear from me right away don’t be nervous. Send me an email with your name and address and I’ll get the cards out soon. I love getting these cards from all over the world each year. It’s always nice to learn a bit more about the people that share their stories here. I get to see handwriting and stamps and all of the different cards. Sometimes there are pictures or coins or just little stories about the holidays. I like that.

The forum has a new addition. Allison has become my first forum moderator. She’s here to help out because the forum has been quite busy lately. Now there are two of us watching out to make your forum experience as happy as possible. Allison rocks, yo.

Jackie, thanks for the housewarming gift. I opened it and Eric grabbed it. “Ooh! An early Christmas present! Tell her thanks.” Luckily, I’m fast and grabbed it back before he stuck it in his Walkman. In any event, the new house thanks you.

I used to think that the whole “In LA they wear sunglasses all the time because they are snobby” thing was part myth, part jealousy. Here’s what it really is: I don’t know how or why but it’s really bright here all the time during the day. You can’t drive without sunglasses. Sometimes inside you have to wear them. You really do. It’s just crazy bright here all the time and it gets dark at night faster than anywhere I’ve ever lived. Like the city can’t wait to start on the nightlife.

My handspring broke. I’m not happy. In fact, I’m very very sad. I can’t figure out how to reset it. Tomorrow I shall call their long distance phone number for support. Another thing that makes me sad. I don’t know much, but I know that “Fatal Error” is a bad thing.

Okay. I need to post this and go back to the anime work I have to do.

To recap:

• Not pregnant.
• Will have new Gilmore Girls recap up soon.
• Handspring broken. Tears are shed.
• Visiting parents this week. Entries may be sparse.
• It’s cold in Santa Barbara.
• Send your email to get a holiday card.
• Sunglasses are important.
• Celebrity spotting is at an all-time low.