I'm in this for the ice cream.

So. Out of practicality and not upset:

Here I am in NYC. I have probably been to. . .150 auditions, had a good handful of callbacks, and been cast in. . .NOTHING. Awesome! Eight months here.

Well, I WAS an extra on Law and Order and got offered a lot more extra work but it sucked and didn't pay well and had nothing to do with acting so I decided not to do any more of that.

I'm having a fabulous time. I have a great Manhattan apartment, a waitressing job that I can't really complain about; it's good exercise and I'm fed and it's kinda fun some days. I go on dates, I go out, my childhood best friend and I are close again, I love all this LIFE that NY has to offer.

But I haven't work in eight months. I worked constantly in Minneapolis. Acting is starting to feel like my nasty, abusive boyfriend I should dump. Seriously, like all the songs on the radio sound to me like they're about me and the profession, the art, the whole shebang.

So. . .no updates lately from me because honestly, since I moved from Minneapolis, virtually no progress.

I'm toying with a few different ideas.
1. Grad School for something crazy (aka normal)
2. Move back to MN and act and have a waitressing job forever
3. Start over again in NY when my lease is up and do everything as though I've just arrived, only with the knowledge I have now
4. Move to Australia
5. Just keep plugging along in what is starting to feel like a vast cesspool of dead end where even the tony winning actors can't make their rent.
6. Write my autobiography and move to an island in the Carribbean (LOL)
7. Become a stripper

So, I'm off to my yoga job now (I work four hours a week in exchange for all the free yoga I can stand). It will be relaxing.