"The label you give yourself cannot impact external forces that are not motivated by your own psychology or influenced by a third party's pre-existing consciousness of you. We are all presented with reasons to struggle which come from completely external forces; to pretend that one is not struggling is either arrogance or an admission of defeat. To admit that one is struggling is a sign and a source of strength." - Evan A. Baker

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Who Was I Really Fooling?

When I started this blog, I thought it'd be fun to be anonymous, as my plight and struggle is every waitress's plight and struggle in Los Angeles. The cliche IS true. We really ARE all actresses. But even though I have readers who like to follow me from audition and audition analysis, it's hard to reward my followers with my successes. What good is reading about someone you can't celebrate with?

Hi. My name is Lira Kellerman. I have curly hair. I make terrible first impressions. I keep incredibly amazing people close to me and my heart. I will be one of your biggest cheerleaders. I get excited very easily. I have an affinity for cockroach jewelry. I speak Italian like a two year old. I am a struggling actress.

I'm doing laundry RIGHT now!

My blog has been about acting since its inception, but good god, can anything be more boring? I'm going to be adding some other things - random musings, more pictures. And although Phoenix has thanked me for inspiring her, it really is the other way around. (and hey, T, where's your script?! Finish that now!)

So, just so's you know where I am in life, my best friend since we were 15 is getting married next Sunday, and I'm in the wedding party. I just got back from visiting her and her fiance, having a fantastic time helping her finish last minute touches. I got to see her parents (I am her mother's second daughter, she always says) and I got to see my parents, my sister, her twins who just turned 6, and am so happy to be returning next week to join in the matrimonial festivities.

In fact, when I was flying into Oakland on Sunday, I looked out the windows and saw that I was flying over Fremont, my hometown. I saw Ohlone College, then my alma mater, Mission San Jose High School, the house I grew up in, my best friend's mom's house, Lake Elizabeth, the central park I volunteered over 500 hours at, and when we landed, the cityscape of San Francisco. Although I've lived in Southern California for almost 11 years, the Bay Area and its people will always feel like home to me. It hella does.

At any rate, hi. Nice to meet you. Thanks for reading.


  1. You're my hella favorite blogger! (did I use it correctly?) (and do I get extra points for knowing it was you all along??)

  2. I LOVE LIRA!!! (whew, I finally got to say it!)


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