Well, I got my first parking ticket. Last night Michelle and I went to Santa Monica to meet up with some of my college friends. I found street parking at a meter. Apparently Santa Monica has different parking laws then Los Angeles. After 6pm is NOT free. Lots of my friends have multiple parking tickets, and I couldn't understand why. I mean, it's not that hard to park legally. Touche, Ashley. Touche.

This time next week I'll be in AZ for the Phoenix Improv Festival. Hooray!!!

In my hotmail account I had a folder which contained emails Justin and I sent to each other while we were dating. I didn't delete it after we broke up--7 months ago. I never read them. They were just there. I'm not sure why. I know why I started the folder a year ago. Some of the emails were super funny. Some were getting-to-know-each-other questions. I thought that if this worked out, those would be fun to look back on and re-read at some point.

Next week is PIF. He'll be there. It'll be the first time seeing him since Labor Day. We emailed a bit last week--very friendly. I had been having some anxiety--would it be weird/would we not speak/etc. But being able to joke around in the emails was refreshing. I feel like I can honestly be his friend without any crap attached.

I guess I'm finally ready to let go. It's not that I was hoping we'd get back together. Actually, when I move to Austin, it'd be nice if he was with someone or married or something so that wouldn't even be an issue. But I suppose some part of me was not willing to admit defeat.

Today I deleted that folder. I'm not gonna lie--I'm a little sad. I read a few of them and remembered. It was good. *He* was good. But really, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted.

Moving forward.

I am adopted and my sister isn't. Lindsay has my dad's eye, my mom's ankles, my dad's height, my mom's face shape, etc. I never had that. I never really missed it because I didn't know what I was missing.

Tonight Johnny and I were on the phone. He was the massage therapist for Riverdance last week when they were in Des Moines. It was really wonderful to hear all of his stories, but the thing that sticks with me the most was when he mentioned how he's "phonetically susceptible" to dialects. There were a lot of Irish people he worked on and he mentioned that he absorbed their manner of speaking.

I suddenly remember a time when I was 12 and visiting my grandmother in North Carolina. The next door neighbor had a granddaughter my age and we became fast friends. Her name was Katy. She was born and raised in NC, so she had a nice southern drawl. After three days of hanging out with her, I definitely picked up her dialect. I came in to have lunch and Katy was with me. When I asked for a sandwich, my words were affected, and my parents sort of made fun of me. I didn't want Katy to think I was teasing her. I just couldn't help it. I naturally picked up how she was speaking.

So, hearing Johnny talk tonight about how he does that really hit me hard. For the first time in my life I had the same experience that other people take for granted. I felt connected to a part of me that I've never touched before. It was wonderful.

The son of one of my favorite people at AGIA suddenly passed away. He was in high school. It was an undetected heart condition. Oh, Virgil, I am so sorry.

Awesome! I just sneezed 3 times in a row. I've never done that before. I remember my friend, Rachel, used to sneeze every time she went outside.

Even awesomer? The fact that Ben invited me to a Buffy cast reunion!!! I am in nerd heaven!!

Headline on MSN.com:

"When 'Neat Freak' goes too far: It may just be a case of tidiness, but it could be a serious disorder."

Great. Like I don't *already* think about it all the time.

Last night I went to my first official Hollywood Party. My friend, Stefanie, is a manager at Steven Allen, which is opening 3 stores in the LA area. So I was on The List for the first opening. Celebrities I stood near:

Michelle Trachtenburg
Guitarist from Weezer, not Rivers
Amanda Peet
Jason Bateman

I made a friend--Adam Tschorn, a writer for the LA Times. He is covering LA Fashion week next week and knows the Fug Girls. And just when I thought there was no possible way for me to like him more, we start talking about improv. He went through Groundlings, Second City, and iO. He even wrote a story covering iO's improv fest.

Had lots of free drinks. Something Champagney, a sip of a cucumber thingy, and something else Champagney with cranberry juice. The finger food was fantastic, and, of course, my favorite part. I wore my incredibly hot black peep-toed shoes, but after two hours at the party, I replaced them with the flip-flops I stashed in my purse. Uber smart of me.

Lots of stuff coming up. Check out my shows:

Friday, March 7, 8:00 pm = Redacted show at iO West's Dickbox
Sunday, March 16, 6:30 pm = Level 4 show at iO West's Dickbox
Sunday, March 30, 6:30 pm = Level 4 show at iO West's Dickbox
Sunday, March 30, 8:00 pm (yes, same day) = Redacted show at iO West's Dickbox

All shows in the Andy Dick Blackbox Theater are FREE!

So I'm a little late, but:
148
31.4%

I only worked out 8 days in February, but I went down 2 percentage points. March will hopefully more than double that number. Of days working out, not percentage points.

When I went back for Hagrid's wedding, people in AZ noticed a difference. And, don't worry, this is not the pressure of LA doing this to me. This is the fact that a healthy woman's body fat percentage is between 18 and 22. I am unhealthy. It's not like I'm gonna get crazy skinny. Please, my love of all things sugar solidifies that. But I do want to be in good shape. And I can tell in my yoga practice that I'm getting stronger. When we do sun salutations, I don't plop down in chaturanga anymore. My upper body is getting stronger, which is a really good feeling. In April I'm going to start swimming so I can be ready for a summer full of surfing. It's hard to swim against the waves--I got winded easily. But I'm doing a lot of cardio, so I should have much more stamina this summer. Excitement!