Whenever you (me) don't update for awhile, you (me) always feels the need to write what has been going on. And then it feels like I'm writing some laundry list of events that feel too long past and insignificant to write. So I'm gonna ignore what has happened since I last posted. If it was really exciting, I'm sure I would have written about it or told you.

My discovery of the Melrose Trading Post (flea market every Sunday at my dad's alma mater, Fairfax High School) has led to the purchase of many $10 70s dresses. Now I just need a coat, cardigans, boots and tights to be able to wear them for the next couple of months since the temperature finally dropped a bit. Good thing I have a nice lil hat collection already. Which is good since I'm sure air conditioning (as well as unemployment and laziness) contributes to me and Chris exhorbiant power bill.

I have been really into the Sound of Music lately, due to Gwen Stefani's sampling of The Lonely Goatherd in her new single, "Wind Up" Watch the video on youtube for some of those lovably frightening Harajuku girls.

Of course everyone knows Julie Andrews is a peach and Rogers and Hammerstein are awesome, but no one really recognizes Maria Von Trapp as style icon. I mean, I want this hair. Plus, Christopher Plummer is pretty easy on the eyes as the disciplinarian with the heart of gold father.



Competing for old tymey hair babe these days is Louise Brooks. Ever since I read a review of the silent German film Pandora's Box starring her, I musta read that name everywhere. That same night, deeming my hair too long, I took some dull kitchen shears to my head to attempt a Louise Brooks bob. It wasn't bad; definitely not some of the self-given hair cuts I have given in the past. Though I thought I had quit that obsessive compulsive behavior. It's really hard to pick a picture of her because they are all really stunning.



Now I just need someone (i.e. boys) or somewhere (i.e. a life) to show these off to. Sometimes I think my social life here is getting better, but it might actually be getting worse. How that's possible, I have no idea.

I'm really entertained by reruns of Beauty and the Geek. Now all I need is Rich Girls back and I'm set. Man, it'd be too easy to say something mean about Ally and Jaime here. I'll let the pictures of these bowsers say it all.

It's weird living so close to practically every member in your family. If there is one place where the population of my family reaches its peak, it is in the Los Angeles county area. Today, both my aunt AND great-aunt called me. Whose great-aunt calls them?? Sometimes I would see these people once a year or less. Now I see my parents once a month (but that I actually enjoy, how uncool am I??) They guilt me into eating food even though lunch was like 3 hours ago, but since its Jewish deli with breakfast all day, I'm getting me some french toast or pancakes. Just so you know.

Beverly Hills, 90210 came out on dvd this week. It's been an amazing week. I really never had a crush on Brandon Walsh until right now. He's the everyman: smart, cute, funny, good at sports and journalism. What more could a girl ask for? That's what Andrea Zuckerman thinks, no doubt about it! I still have about half the season left so I'm looking forward to such events such as ***spoiler alert*** David's first-season friend accidentally killing himself with a loaded gun and the girls playing Skeletons in the Closet at a slumber party and making each other cry. Gooooood times!

Remember how I got asked out on one date since I've been in LA by a guy way too old who doesn't speak English and works valet? Well, similar situations have happened twice since. It feels like the eppisode of Undeclared where the appropriately named Rachel was asked out by nerds and fatties who never would have approached her before she gained the freshman 15. Like, just because I eat Ben and Jerrys and donuts 3 days a week to comfort myself when I'm bored and lonely doesn't mean I'm not too good for you, ok! Because I am. Duh. This should be obvious.

Oh, so I am doing Josh Fadem's Acid Reflux Hour on November 26th at 9:30 in the basement of the Ramada Inn on Vermont (between Melrose and Santa Monica). This time, everyone is invited and everyone should come. Get drunk and laugh extra hard, just for me, kthnx!

Soo fuullll, time for pancakes!

The other day I saw an Orthodox Jew riding a bike and talking on his cell phone. How cute is that!?! Only in LA, amiright?

I have like 20+ hour periods lately where I do absolutely nothing and then I work sometimes to pay the bills. It is pretty unsatisfying, but nothing is worse than working 9-5/24/7/365 at hateful job. Plus, I can go to matinees on Tuesdays. Chris was gone for four days so when he comes back it will be better, even though when he's gone I get to sleep in the big bed with the soft blanket and watch tv.

Yesterday, I was sitting around in my underwear drinking diet cokes while watching like my 5th hour of Food Network. I felt like a divorcee when the kids are at dads for the weekend. Just letting myself go but in the most mundane way possible. Right now, they are making castles out of candy. I wish I lived in one of those.

I called a ceasefire on previous crush due to unresponsiveness on his part and feelings of low self-esteem on mine. I transferred crushiness to another. I already feel like giving up on that. People need to like Ilan and I how we want them to. We're cool and cute and smart and funny and awesome. Of course, this goes for many of my friends, but Ilan and I are actually trying here. It's pretty dumb, huh!

I didn't do anything for Halloween, but eat Pink's because there was no line for the first time ever (and they still forgot my friends) and rent a movie and eat ice cream.

Last night's trip to Scoops with Kelson (who, by the way, has been an awesome friends since moving to LA; he's def my numbero 2 rock to count on) came out with Pumpkin Seed Honey ice cream. Or is it gelato? I dunno, but oh boy, was it delicious! <3Scoops<3

Tonight, I am gonna go for the third Sunday in a row to Josh Fadem's Acid Reflux Hour or whatever the actual title is called, only tonight is not sketch or stand-up but some improv. Though I've never considered myself an improv fan, the people there have won 18 improv matches in a row at Upright Citizen's Brigade Theater, so I think it will be good and maybe change my mind a little. I will probably be alone, but I'm hoping to get some social interaction, maybe even a hug, out of it!

No one can say I ain't trying!