What's A Girl To Do?

Exhibit A: Why I love CA.

I am sitting here, a (small) glass of fine port in one hand and the TV controller in the other, the channel firmly set on Sex and the City. It's the one where Samantha gets a chemical peel-- and looks like a severe burn victim. The port is delightful. 

I had to google "how to drink port properly" before I poured the glass. Embarrassing to admit? Maybe. Or not, if you have been twenty-one less than two weeks, which I have. I like it though, if the sips are as small as my budget to spend on these things. This bottle was a gift, but frugality is hardly inadvisable for a college student about to tackle the daunting peaks of law school.

I applied about a month ago, and in about a month from now I ought to know everyone I have gotten in. I am really hoping for UCLA, but who knows how the dice will fall? Either way, Hollywood is (sadly, but truly) about who you know and not what is found in the written record. Regardless, I want an excellent record if anyone should get so far as to look at it.

One of my stops en route.

I have been driving all over the place. Mostly in a triangle from Santa Barbara to LA to home, but do it enough and it feels a bit like a cross-continental trek done in repetitive spurts. It's fun though, and entirely worthwhile. I am still interning at Back Stage, after having run all around the Santa Barbara Film Festival for them (got to meet so many wonderful people and party with a collection of New Zealand filmmakers who were truly delightful). I have also had a few acting auditions for various things, including a play back in Tehachapi (more driving but, once again, worth it). The callbacks are this week so I am keeping my fingers crossed there, too.

On an evening stroll near my apartment.

This is probably getting dull-- which is the penalty I am afraid for not writing about myself for a whole month. Heaven forbid.

In news I personally find more exciting, the weather is finally starting to feel like winter. I get to see a lot of it, driving around as much as I do, from snowy deserts (yes) to foggy seashore (when I am especially fortunate). Wine-tasting this weekend on the central coast promises mist, wine, and cioppino-- three of the greatest things I have yet encountered.

At Cafe Luna in Summerland.

Also, it's fashion week in London right now, with New York over and other European capitals about to decree what other people will be wearing in six months. Fantastic. Academy Awards? More exciting every day, especially considering my ever increasing awareness of "the industry." Also, reading several books at the moment: Keith Richards' autobiography, Hemingway's first set of short stories, and a book about the 60's-70's folk rock scene in California. Oh dear, this is not getting any more exciting, is it?

More soon, I hope. More exciting, too, if you are lucky. At any rate, I must be going... I have some cognac to attend to.

This is my winter... not so bad, really.