Oh England My Lionheart

That Kate Bush song brings back soooo many memories of my second trip to London and even this last one.  I have always felt like I should live there.  OR maybe I already have.  I keep hoping I'll show up and it will be the 19th century complete with Jane Austen or Charles Dickens wardrobes and jewelry.  Then there is the ever present Shakespeare influence.  I was one of those geek kids who actually Got Shakespeare at a young age and kept the obsession going through adulthood.  Lately I'm missing my time at LAMDA and England so much.  I can't wait to go back.  I know I will.  But as travel goes, I still want to see so many places.  And I can't wait to do that too.  Such a weird place to be in my life.. Excited for the new and fearful of the present... economy, that is.  Up until Last October i had the feeling my savings and stock was something to fall back on... heck  My IRA was something I was diligent about adding to..Now?  I feel like my great-grandmother who used to keep a coffee can buried in the backyard with cash in it because she didn't trust banks. That used to sound crazy.  Now it just sounds smart.

Purple

Happiness is my purple Nano.  I don't need one  but since apple was kind enough to make one in purple  I HAD TO HAVE ONE!!!!!!  Purple  seems to have been a complete obsession with me for my whole life. Anyone unlucky enough to have seen my cave of a room will note the hoarding tendencies and the monochromatic theme  immediately.  I even have purple toilet paper from the 70's.  I refused to use it ... because?  I wanted to SAVE it.  It seems hoarding and purple are even more connected than I first thought.  Hey  my version of OCD  could have gone in a very bad direction  but since I've always been a fairly old fashioned ,goody two shoe (remember Adam Ant?.....sigh), I don't  smoke, never experimented with drugs except for the few times I've smoked pot and most alcohol gives me an instant headache...morelike migraine.   Such a boring kid,  my vice was and continues to be carbohydrates  ;-)  I think I'm ok with that.  

Ocean Beach

I do believe San Francisco is experiencing Summer.  Well, one day of it , so far.  And like any native San Franciscan,  this weather is so changeable it's good to celebrate it when it happens ....so off I went to the beach with friends.. me and my skin that reflects light.  I am not ashamed to say I think I was actually in the sun too long but it was worth it!  Clearly we were not the only ones with this idea since it was quite the challenge to find parking.  But  the heat?  in a town with no air conditioning?  What was it the Wicked Witch in OZ said? "I'm meeeelllllltttttiiiinnnngggg"

Voice over people

     I have been taking voice over acting classes for over 2 years now and it never ceases to amaze me how truly supportive and wonderful this group happens to be.  Tonight I was at a VO event and this lovely new student came up to me and when I introduced myself she said she kept hearing  my name and people were saying nice things about me.  She very kindly asked,  " How many classes will I have to take before I can become an Annalisa?"   What a very sweet thing to say!  I, of course, told her I had paid them all to mention me.  It's my new marketing strategy  ;-)

    I've also recently discovered that even though I'm neurotically fearful of being judged physically, I really do want to do on camera acting as well as hide in the safety of the  "booth".  Whodathunk?  I got into voice over based on being fed up of being "sized up" unfairly and here I am trying to face that fear at 40 just because I found I liked the filming process?  As if wanting to do Musical Theatre wasn't a kooky enough dream.  I must be outta my head!  I also know as long as I am doing something creative that I love, I won't get depressed.  If I stop ..I'm sure to get the blues!

I used to be a very committed journal keeper.  Now I just think about it. Oh hell, all I ever wrote about was about the boys I liked and if they liked me back.   Blogging is an interesting new communication device.  It's really a venting post but a creative solution to "Dear Diary".  Talking to yourself  knowing other people could read it.  I wonder what Anne Frank would have Blogged?