The Bu

I had done a decent job fending it off, but the sun and it's powerful rays caught up to me this past Tuesday on my trip to Malibu. My shoulders and knees turned into tomatoes, but, with the help of my wonderful Aloe Ocean Potion lotion (say that ten times fast) I am getting back to my normal paleness.

It was a beautiful day! Not a cloud in the sky, a gentle breeze, and warm sand. The water is pretty frigid, but nice to walk in. I relaxed on an uncrowded beach with my Dublin roommate and the little boy she babysits while we ate lunch.

Malibu is not at all what I expected. There is no real town like in Santa Barbara. It is mostly just and endless strip of beach, some areas public and some areas private with beautiful houses. I picked out a few I wouldn't mind buying. If anyone wants to pitch in $5-10 million, let me know. I will happily accept housemates!

Before taking our trip to Malibu, we started the day with a nice hike up to a mountain top that boasted a breathtaking view of Simi Valley in all it's glory.

I did hear back from my interviewer at Voltage Pictures. Rather than bring me in early and have me writing script coverage, he said he passed my resume on to an Assistant Editor of the feature The Necessary Death of Charlie Countryman. I looked it up on IMDB, and it has a few recognizable names in the cast such as Shia LaBouf and Rupert Grint. I am beyond excited at this opportunity. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high, because I imagine there is a good chance that nothing will come of it. However, the fact that there is possibility has me dancing in my head.

In closing, I would like to acknowledge the completely different world that is Beverly Hills. I was driving through West Hollywood on the way to an interview and was thinking how different it was from East Hollywood. Then I crossed into Beverly Hills city limits. Everything about it is so well-kept. You definitely get what you are paying for when you live there.

I also happened upon Paramount Pictures studios on my way home. I was tempted to leave my resume at the gate, but the traffic flow wouldn't allow we to make a left turn onto their lot. Typical L.A.