I've just seen a face

Dear Scott,

My inhabitance here in Los Angeles is about to meet its one month mark, which means one thing: that I no longer have any excuse for my unemployment (I can see Uncle Jim right now, with steam coming from his nostrils saying, "Welp, welcome to the REAL world, Hun!"). Therefore, I would like to announce my recent hire at Barney's Beanery, in Burbank. It's a really fun sports bar/pub. While it certainly does not fulfill my life aspirations, it is a part-time job which allows me to pursue the opportunities that I moved out to Los Angeles to pursue, while, most importantly, paying the bills.

Improv classes are awesome. It almost reminds me of adult daycare. We play games, warm-up with various exercises, and let our imaginations run free. Our recent classes have revolved around character- to fully immerse yourself in the character you are portraying and to heighten the character's personality traits, and commitment- to commit to the character you're playing and to wherever the scene takes you. Although improv often requires you to act like a real buffoon, I have never felt less judged than I do up there on stage in front of the other 11 people in my class. They are really neat people. There's one boy in my class who reminds me SO much of Ben; his looks, his humor, and his happy-go-lucky attitude. My teacher strictly forbids the two of us to perform scenes together because we start laughing the second we look at each other.

Because each class is so long, that teacher announces a break around the two hour mark of the class. Upon today's break, I started chatting with a girl in my class who I have come to know throughout the past few weeks, I had previously told her that I was new to Los Angeles, and was trying to establish myself as an actress/comedian. As we strolled down Melrose Avenue on our break, and I told her of my adventures out west, she seemed amused by my move to Hollywood and intrigued by my plan to pursue my dreams. As soon as we settled into our seats, anticipating the plans that the teacher had for us for the second half of the class, I over hear my new friend telling a cute, bubbly, size two, blonde in the class about an opportunity she has recently heard of a casting call in the Los Angeles area for a Disney show. As I hovered over the conversation, trying to convince myself that surely my new friend had full intention to suggest that I audition for the part, she suddenly catches sight of my eaves dropping and, with genuine sympathy, quips, "Sorry hun! They're looking for young girls...like...early 20's." I left improv and, upon returning to my apartment, immediately ran a bath of L'Oreal's anti-sagging and ultra-hydrating cream, of which I am currently blogging from.

I just moved into my very own bedroom! Your picture sits right on my beside table, your beautiful face is the first thing I see every single morning. I apologize that my letters to you are not as frequent as I would like them to be. Although I am enjoying life on the west coast, it certainly isn't as eventful as my journey here. And I want only the best for you, my love, I want to make certain that reading each one of my letters is always well worth your time.

I love you more than the whole universe. Tell Jessie to come visit me pronto.

Until we meet again,

Liney