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I started reading "The Art of Racing in the Rain", which my mom recommended to me. I read far less than I'd like to, but at least it's not for a lack of want, but more for a lack of free time. I'm quite a busy fellow.
It's a book written from the perspective of a family dog...a dog who assumes after dogs die they are reincarnated as men. It's quite an interesting read, and I'm really enjoying it so far. The title comes from the fact that the dog's owner is a race-car driver, and talks to his dog about racing, and shows his dog videos of his driving, which the dog relishes.
The first chapter of the book made me cry, because it made me recall my experiences with my own dogs! I felt very delicate and easily manipulated.
I also saw "Persepolis" as one of my fine Live Journal friends did. I really enjoyed it, and boy was I glad I didn't grow up in Iran after I watched it. I know that probably wasn't the main intention of the film, but I found myself grateful for my more freedom-based upbringing.
My birthday is tomorrow...which I think when you're older is often met with a mild depression. I've been looking for a new job for more than a year, and at this point, I know my lack of movement is probably more out of fear and laziness than the actual ability to find a better job. I've been so busy, and have genuinely accomplished a lot of things. I'm writing all the time, and performing all the time, but not auditioning and able to put myself out there in a viable way. Although I am doing much more in Los Angeles than I ever could in another city, I am not taking advantage of the city, and it is depressing and my own fault.
I really only have enough savings to live for about 1 month without any kind of income, then I would have to involve begging to my parents, who probably could not help support me many weeks longer. Living in Los Angeles is quite expensive.
I am going to New York for the first time ever to the Del Close improv festival, which is exciting. I'm not going to do much improv, but more see the city with Bryan. I do wish I could meet up with Gilberto, but I don't think Bryan would be too keen on meeting up with my ex. Understandably so (I guess).
It's a book written from the perspective of a family dog...a dog who assumes after dogs die they are reincarnated as men. It's quite an interesting read, and I'm really enjoying it so far. The title comes from the fact that the dog's owner is a race-car driver, and talks to his dog about racing, and shows his dog videos of his driving, which the dog relishes.
The first chapter of the book made me cry, because it made me recall my experiences with my own dogs! I felt very delicate and easily manipulated.
I also saw "Persepolis" as one of my fine Live Journal friends did. I really enjoyed it, and boy was I glad I didn't grow up in Iran after I watched it. I know that probably wasn't the main intention of the film, but I found myself grateful for my more freedom-based upbringing.
My birthday is tomorrow...which I think when you're older is often met with a mild depression. I've been looking for a new job for more than a year, and at this point, I know my lack of movement is probably more out of fear and laziness than the actual ability to find a better job. I've been so busy, and have genuinely accomplished a lot of things. I'm writing all the time, and performing all the time, but not auditioning and able to put myself out there in a viable way. Although I am doing much more in Los Angeles than I ever could in another city, I am not taking advantage of the city, and it is depressing and my own fault.
I really only have enough savings to live for about 1 month without any kind of income, then I would have to involve begging to my parents, who probably could not help support me many weeks longer. Living in Los Angeles is quite expensive.
I am going to New York for the first time ever to the Del Close improv festival, which is exciting. I'm not going to do much improv, but more see the city with Bryan. I do wish I could meet up with Gilberto, but I don't think Bryan would be too keen on meeting up with my ex. Understandably so (I guess).