Indistinct Chatter

I vowed I would never do this. Not once. Not on my cross country journey. Not on set. Not even for a college journalism course. Seriously blogging? Why type of people do this kind of thing? This blogging? Clearly only the ones that have no voice in any other forum, that feel that they must enter the blogosphere every day, week, month to become something they aren't...or something they are. To be heard, nonetheless. By someone.  Anyone. Even for only a moment.

Ok. Alright. Enough of that. Consider myself Exhibit A, or J, as it were. Feeling the need to be heard through the indistinct chatter.  I sit in my childhood bedroom, for what feels like a year, but in actuality is only 4 months, well 3 months, 20 days, 3 hours and 32 minutes. Like much of America I lost a job. A dream job at that, that really didn't even get started...but enough of that for the moment.

As Exhibit J, I've not only been on the job hunt, but in my past months, have watched all of the Sex and the City Series, I am on the last season of Lost which I only began a month ago, as well as defeated the popular iPhone App Angry Birds. Pathetic? I suppose only as pathetic as needing this little voice to be heard, or to take my mind off the inevitable.  Which is. In Short. I moved from Los Angeles, back home to Connecticut (for the time being, I repeat hourly at least) for what. I don't know.

I'm here. And searching. And love incomplete sentences.  

Searching for a job, for a meaning, for a new acting gig, hell, for a new...something.

So I welcome you. 

Just a girl, with a love of the ellipsis, and incomplete sentences, setting out to give new meaning to the term Life and How to Live It.