So the studios name is actually just called HB, but I wanted to be cheeky because I can be. So I discovered this place in December when I had an epiphany (well not really, a lot of agents told me plainly) that I needed to get my foot in the door of some NYC acting schools. It a) helps me and b) looks really good on my resume. So I looked at the obvious ones of course: Stella, Lee Strasberg, Actor's Studio, Maggie Flanigan, Wynn Handman, William Esper, HB Studio, Julliard, NYFA, etc. However, they were all ridiculously expensive and I sort of asked around and some actors told me that some of the conservatories weren't as strong as they used to be or that it's more expensive than it's worth, etc. When I saw HB Studios, I saw that they were rather affordable. Extremely affordable. Then I got depressed because I figured this was going to be a crappy school and it's what I can pay without taking out a loan.
I enrolled safely into a dialects/accents class and a Meisner technique because I felt that you really couldn't go astray with that. I loved the classes. Then winter ended and spring came around and I enrolled into other classes: Uta Hagen Technique, Improv and Singing. I was told by a few agents that improv is a great skill to have because it shows the actor is a quick thinker and to be honest I feel that improv is my weakest style-I just don't think I'm that funny. I mean I am funny because I'm truly a dork and make a fool out of myself on a daily basis, but it isn't because I am *TRYING* to be funny. People laugh at me, not with me. It's okay, I've come to terms with it and I go along with it. Anyway, you got me off on a tangent. I also took singing because aside from singing in the car and singing in the shower-I really dislike to sing in front of people. You can fake being an artist nowadays-I mean look at galleries nowadays and actors on the big screen, but you can't fake a voice a Capella and there are TONS of musicals out there and very few straight plays. So I figured it'd be good to harden my vocal chops. Plus I have an extremely deviated septum so I can only breathe out of one side (when it isn't plugged) and I must train my voice with this new circumstance (I saw the surgery procedure and it doesn't look pretty...so I'm just going to postpone that as long as possible).
The song I sang first was Hallelujah, because frankly that song causes me to have goosebumps everytime I hear it. This time around I am singing The Hill by Marketa Irglova from the movie Once. It's amazing. It's beautiful. I want to do it justice. However, I hate singing to practice when the roommates are home. Especially when one is sleeping at the moment. Grr..poop. So I'm listening to it on repeat and humming to it. Yes, humming will help. Humming will do just fine for now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA075zD7fls
Oh...and apparently I'm in elementary school all over again. The class is having a recital. Yes, I said it-a recital. Where we shall all perform our best song. Uh oh, spaghetti-o (name that book!)
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Lost in Confusion: a side note
I feel that I am rather a reclusive person living here in NYC. It's very much unlike me. Back at home, I was always going out doing something and it's Arizona so one would think there isn't much to do. Al contraire! Here obviously there are TONS of things to do, but for some reason I don't have the motivation to go out and experience them!
Partly, it's exhausting doing anything. You have to walk around everywhere (which I adore don't get me wrong, but it gets tiring). Then you have to wait for the subway if you can't afford taxis like me. Plus there is SO much to do that it gets overwhelming. I also want to share these experiences with John, so that also removes a ton of motivation. However, I feel guilty at the same time. I am living in NYC, spending a crap load of money doing so and I don't even really experience the city's life.
I also am conflicted with continuing to live here or not. So here's the rundown. When I went to Arizona I had a complete ball. I really love Arizona, surprisingly. I used to hate it before, but something switched (I blame John) and now I really like it, and I love experiencing things with John there. When I left, which was a week ago, I had like a one week meltdown. I'd say yesterday was the first day I was feeling a little better. Mainly it's because I left John, but also being here in NYC, I feel so alone and lost and empty. I feel that maybe if acting was going somewhere further I wouldn't feel SO incomplete here, but that is basically going in circles. I also am spending money to do nothing much go to school, send out headshots and work at a restaurant on the weekends. I'm not trying to play the weeping violins here, but I'm allowed to vent. I do like NYC though. I like the weather and the fact that there are 4 distinct seasons. I like the history and the architecture and the city life. I hate the cluster of people, the arrogance of people and the constant high volume which forces me to repeat how exhausting it is. I also hate how freaking expensive it is to live here when I live in a cubical. I also hate that I'm without John.
So this leads me to the point. Come August the lease ends here. Come August my sister's husband's sister is moving here, meaning she wants to live with us. Come that time I need to decide whether I a) want to continue living here or b) move home. If I continue living here then I must decide whether I 2a1) want to live with the whole gang or 2b1) the sis and I move out. If we all live together we'd 3a1) stay in same apartment but the sis and I share a room so it'd be like $450 per person or 3b1) we move to a three bedroom apartment but rent would be like $1000 AND we'd have to sign a 2 year contract. If the sis and I moved out together rent would be like $1000 but no 2 year contract. (I don't like the 2 year contract...feels so constricting). Or I could move back home where I could 2a2) take a one year hiatus and be with John/work to save money 3b2) try to do theater locally and work to save money 4b2) go to school study linguistics and give acting up or 5b2) go to school study a class or two, work and try to do theater.
See...I'm a hot mess because I don't know what to do. I could leave NYC, but I'd also feel guilty because all this year would be a waste. I wouldn't feel like I experienced enough, did enough. However, I don't know what else I can do to help further my acting career. I'm not really a hardcore party person and I don't know how else to meet people besides acting classes and seminars and mail outs, which is what I'm already doing. However, I'm so broken and tired of being without John. I also like Arizona and I love languages and I still love acting. I'm so confused man and this is what's driving me insane.
I don't know what to do. Sigh.
Partly, it's exhausting doing anything. You have to walk around everywhere (which I adore don't get me wrong, but it gets tiring). Then you have to wait for the subway if you can't afford taxis like me. Plus there is SO much to do that it gets overwhelming. I also want to share these experiences with John, so that also removes a ton of motivation. However, I feel guilty at the same time. I am living in NYC, spending a crap load of money doing so and I don't even really experience the city's life.
I also am conflicted with continuing to live here or not. So here's the rundown. When I went to Arizona I had a complete ball. I really love Arizona, surprisingly. I used to hate it before, but something switched (I blame John) and now I really like it, and I love experiencing things with John there. When I left, which was a week ago, I had like a one week meltdown. I'd say yesterday was the first day I was feeling a little better. Mainly it's because I left John, but also being here in NYC, I feel so alone and lost and empty. I feel that maybe if acting was going somewhere further I wouldn't feel SO incomplete here, but that is basically going in circles. I also am spending money to do nothing much go to school, send out headshots and work at a restaurant on the weekends. I'm not trying to play the weeping violins here, but I'm allowed to vent. I do like NYC though. I like the weather and the fact that there are 4 distinct seasons. I like the history and the architecture and the city life. I hate the cluster of people, the arrogance of people and the constant high volume which forces me to repeat how exhausting it is. I also hate how freaking expensive it is to live here when I live in a cubical. I also hate that I'm without John.
So this leads me to the point. Come August the lease ends here. Come August my sister's husband's sister is moving here, meaning she wants to live with us. Come that time I need to decide whether I a) want to continue living here or b) move home. If I continue living here then I must decide whether I 2a1) want to live with the whole gang or 2b1) the sis and I move out. If we all live together we'd 3a1) stay in same apartment but the sis and I share a room so it'd be like $450 per person or 3b1) we move to a three bedroom apartment but rent would be like $1000 AND we'd have to sign a 2 year contract. If the sis and I moved out together rent would be like $1000 but no 2 year contract. (I don't like the 2 year contract...feels so constricting). Or I could move back home where I could 2a2) take a one year hiatus and be with John/work to save money 3b2) try to do theater locally and work to save money 4b2) go to school study linguistics and give acting up or 5b2) go to school study a class or two, work and try to do theater.
See...I'm a hot mess because I don't know what to do. I could leave NYC, but I'd also feel guilty because all this year would be a waste. I wouldn't feel like I experienced enough, did enough. However, I don't know what else I can do to help further my acting career. I'm not really a hardcore party person and I don't know how else to meet people besides acting classes and seminars and mail outs, which is what I'm already doing. However, I'm so broken and tired of being without John. I also like Arizona and I love languages and I still love acting. I'm so confused man and this is what's driving me insane.
I don't know what to do. Sigh.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Home Sweet Home: The take off
The moment I booked my flight heading homeward bound, I immediately began deciding what clothes I was going to wear. After all, I hadn't seen these people for MONTHS-I had to look my best!
Over the past few months, I've probably spent more than I should have on collecting clothes, accessories and shoes. But hey, my boyfriend isn't here and I don't really go out that often and I was working a lot so I had the money to spend (so I thought).
I was pretty much ready to go with the outfits, however there was one that I particularly had in mind that I wanted to wear when I got off the plane. I saw it on a Guess print ad when I first arrived here in NYC and I desired it secretly. It encompassed a white tunic dress where the sleeves rested slightly off the shoulder, a brown western wrangler style belt, and brown boots with matching turquoise jewelry. Now I figured that since this is NYC, I'd have no problem finding such an outfit. HAH! That's a joke! I spent two weeks looking for something similar to this outfit: online and in-stores. I even had to "phone a friend" and get assistance from Silvulienka (who by the way, is a completely rad friend of mine). In the end, I had to order the boots from endless.com (great site by the way) and got the belt from a thrift store, a turquoise ring that was too big but I was desperate from Forever 21 and the dress from Ann Wright (a place comparable to Marshall's, Ross or a T.J. Maxx) And the dress wasn't off the shoulders, in fact it HAD no shoulders. It was a strapless dress, but whatever-I was desperate and time was out-literally. We got the dress only 6-7 hours before my flight. Then Silvulienka and I came back to my house where I tried on the outfit and she didn't like the boots I was pairing it with because it looked funny, but I didn't care. I loved the boots and I loved the image I had in my head-regardless whether it matched the Guess ad or not!
This is pre-primping and pre-accessorizing:
Lucky for me I am such a nerd that I had packed basically the night before so there wasn't much packing I needed to do minus minor things i.e. makeup, products, socks, shoes. Then I told her I needed to get ready, but for her to hang out if she wanted (this is now after midnight and she lives in Astoria). I showered, primped and primmed myself for a good solid two hours. I HAD to look amazing. My baby was picking me up from the airport and I needed to look like a bombshell. Is that vain? Yes? Well who cares, we've all been there so get off your high horse.
However, there was still so much time left before I needed to start walking (cue in these boots were made for walking). It was now like 2am or 2:30 and I didn't need to get to my bus until 4:30! So we killed time looking up music on Youtube and crazy/funny baby videos. Oh my god. Have you guys seen this video?!?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQOds0kCgOk
That video had me cracking up-still does.
Anyway, it was that time and boy was I glad Silvulienka was with me because I had two very heavy bags to carry to the subway. We hopped on the train talking about how we'll miss each other (yeah we're dorks) and that I'd see her in two weeks and that I'm so excited to be leaving though. We got off on the 42nd exit because I needed to catch the Newark Liberty Express Bus at 41st between Lexington and Park at 4:30. We arrived early, which is so unlike me (I'm Persian for goodness sake! I'll be late to my own funeral-I hope!) She calls her hubby and we hug and I watch her gab away in her foreign tongue around the corner until she was out of my sight.
I sighed contently in my cushiony chair and whip out my phone to text my man. I text him things like I can't want to see you so soon! I'm on the bus! What are you going to do when you first see me? I miss you! Mushy crap like that, which brings us so much joy. Well, it has to-we don't have any other choice!
The bus engine roared to life as the driver turned the key and off we were, but first she had to make two other stops before we were officially on our way. I frowned at the people who dragged their feet by putting their luggage in the bus and handed the money or ticket over to the driver. Come on! I haven't even GONE to bed today and I've still got a spring to my step! Hurry this up! Gosh, I've turned into such a New Yorker :-/
Finally we were airport bound and my stomach had butterflies. I was wondering what we'd do when we first saw each other. Would be play out a movie scene and run to each other in slow motion than throw ourselves into each others' arms? Maybe, but John really isn't the cheese ball type-he's a manly man with a sensitive side to him. Then I dreaded the thought that I'd have to momentarily lug the luggages outside where he'd be parked. I shuddered at the mere sight of my struggling to drag them-I didn't want to look like a doofus, I wanted to look poised and radiant! Then I couldn't believe I was actually going to be seeing him and the family and friends again. It felt rather surreal.
When my terminal finally came up, I snagged my luggages and bolted towards the Continental line. I decided that I was progressive and wouldn't print my ticket out, but rather have it as an "e-ticket" on my mobile phone. However, when the man who does the dividing asked if I had my ticket I said no, but-however he cut me off and told me to go to the right side. What did that mean? I technically did have a ticket, just on my phone! I didn't want to argue and I was worried about the time so I stayed in the directed line. I finally check my luggage in, phew the guy didn't notice it was over 50lbs. He either didn't notice or didn't care. Either way I scored.
Then I scurried over to security check and was processing how to efficiently take off all the required garmets and miscellaneous items in the line to speed this up. I really hate when people do it at the last minute and then they hold up the line. Gosh I'm such a New Yorker. I stuff my laptop back in my purse (it's a big purse), swing it on my shoulder and hop into my boots wayward towards my gate. I look at the time and sigh with relief. No more panic about not making the plane. Soon I'll be in the arms of the man I love and there ain't nothing that's going to stop it. Well, unless there is turbulence, or something wrong with the plane, or we crash...but I refused to let such negative thoughts clutter my cloud 9.
I board the plane and stuff my carry on in an overhead bin nearby my seat. Thank gosh I discovered the seat selection option when checking in online. I chose a seat where I had the window and there was no one in the middle. Aahh, freedom. I pull out my sweater because it was chilly and buckled my seat belt. Everyone shuffles into their seat and the pilot performs his prologue while the stewards parade around their show and tell performance. It was time. Finally the airplane creaked with movement and a high pitch wailing sounded outside as the flaps adjusted. The engine was powering up kamehameha style and the plane lurched forward. Soon the cement flooring of the plane dock morphed into the dark black abyss known as the sky. I smile with happiness knowing that when this sucker lands I'll be home. Where it's warm, friendly and familiar. Then there's him. I was definitely happy. I yawned, the lack of sleeping for 24 hours abruptly strikes me. I pull down my tray and decide to use it as a pillow. I briefly remember hearing the steward asking around "drinks? cocktails?" then the sound of movement, but for the most part I slept the entire plane ride, regardless that it was a light sleep.
Over the past few months, I've probably spent more than I should have on collecting clothes, accessories and shoes. But hey, my boyfriend isn't here and I don't really go out that often and I was working a lot so I had the money to spend (so I thought).
I was pretty much ready to go with the outfits, however there was one that I particularly had in mind that I wanted to wear when I got off the plane. I saw it on a Guess print ad when I first arrived here in NYC and I desired it secretly. It encompassed a white tunic dress where the sleeves rested slightly off the shoulder, a brown western wrangler style belt, and brown boots with matching turquoise jewelry. Now I figured that since this is NYC, I'd have no problem finding such an outfit. HAH! That's a joke! I spent two weeks looking for something similar to this outfit: online and in-stores. I even had to "phone a friend" and get assistance from Silvulienka (who by the way, is a completely rad friend of mine). In the end, I had to order the boots from endless.com (great site by the way) and got the belt from a thrift store, a turquoise ring that was too big but I was desperate from Forever 21 and the dress from Ann Wright (a place comparable to Marshall's, Ross or a T.J. Maxx) And the dress wasn't off the shoulders, in fact it HAD no shoulders. It was a strapless dress, but whatever-I was desperate and time was out-literally. We got the dress only 6-7 hours before my flight. Then Silvulienka and I came back to my house where I tried on the outfit and she didn't like the boots I was pairing it with because it looked funny, but I didn't care. I loved the boots and I loved the image I had in my head-regardless whether it matched the Guess ad or not!
This is pre-primping and pre-accessorizing:
Lucky for me I am such a nerd that I had packed basically the night before so there wasn't much packing I needed to do minus minor things i.e. makeup, products, socks, shoes. Then I told her I needed to get ready, but for her to hang out if she wanted (this is now after midnight and she lives in Astoria). I showered, primped and primmed myself for a good solid two hours. I HAD to look amazing. My baby was picking me up from the airport and I needed to look like a bombshell. Is that vain? Yes? Well who cares, we've all been there so get off your high horse.
However, there was still so much time left before I needed to start walking (cue in these boots were made for walking). It was now like 2am or 2:30 and I didn't need to get to my bus until 4:30! So we killed time looking up music on Youtube and crazy/funny baby videos. Oh my god. Have you guys seen this video?!?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQOds0kCgOk
That video had me cracking up-still does.
Anyway, it was that time and boy was I glad Silvulienka was with me because I had two very heavy bags to carry to the subway. We hopped on the train talking about how we'll miss each other (yeah we're dorks) and that I'd see her in two weeks and that I'm so excited to be leaving though. We got off on the 42nd exit because I needed to catch the Newark Liberty Express Bus at 41st between Lexington and Park at 4:30. We arrived early, which is so unlike me (I'm Persian for goodness sake! I'll be late to my own funeral-I hope!) She calls her hubby and we hug and I watch her gab away in her foreign tongue around the corner until she was out of my sight.
I sighed contently in my cushiony chair and whip out my phone to text my man. I text him things like I can't want to see you so soon! I'm on the bus! What are you going to do when you first see me? I miss you! Mushy crap like that, which brings us so much joy. Well, it has to-we don't have any other choice!
The bus engine roared to life as the driver turned the key and off we were, but first she had to make two other stops before we were officially on our way. I frowned at the people who dragged their feet by putting their luggage in the bus and handed the money or ticket over to the driver. Come on! I haven't even GONE to bed today and I've still got a spring to my step! Hurry this up! Gosh, I've turned into such a New Yorker :-/
Finally we were airport bound and my stomach had butterflies. I was wondering what we'd do when we first saw each other. Would be play out a movie scene and run to each other in slow motion than throw ourselves into each others' arms? Maybe, but John really isn't the cheese ball type-he's a manly man with a sensitive side to him. Then I dreaded the thought that I'd have to momentarily lug the luggages outside where he'd be parked. I shuddered at the mere sight of my struggling to drag them-I didn't want to look like a doofus, I wanted to look poised and radiant! Then I couldn't believe I was actually going to be seeing him and the family and friends again. It felt rather surreal.
When my terminal finally came up, I snagged my luggages and bolted towards the Continental line. I decided that I was progressive and wouldn't print my ticket out, but rather have it as an "e-ticket" on my mobile phone. However, when the man who does the dividing asked if I had my ticket I said no, but-however he cut me off and told me to go to the right side. What did that mean? I technically did have a ticket, just on my phone! I didn't want to argue and I was worried about the time so I stayed in the directed line. I finally check my luggage in, phew the guy didn't notice it was over 50lbs. He either didn't notice or didn't care. Either way I scored.
Then I scurried over to security check and was processing how to efficiently take off all the required garmets and miscellaneous items in the line to speed this up. I really hate when people do it at the last minute and then they hold up the line. Gosh I'm such a New Yorker. I stuff my laptop back in my purse (it's a big purse), swing it on my shoulder and hop into my boots wayward towards my gate. I look at the time and sigh with relief. No more panic about not making the plane. Soon I'll be in the arms of the man I love and there ain't nothing that's going to stop it. Well, unless there is turbulence, or something wrong with the plane, or we crash...but I refused to let such negative thoughts clutter my cloud 9.
I board the plane and stuff my carry on in an overhead bin nearby my seat. Thank gosh I discovered the seat selection option when checking in online. I chose a seat where I had the window and there was no one in the middle. Aahh, freedom. I pull out my sweater because it was chilly and buckled my seat belt. Everyone shuffles into their seat and the pilot performs his prologue while the stewards parade around their show and tell performance. It was time. Finally the airplane creaked with movement and a high pitch wailing sounded outside as the flaps adjusted. The engine was powering up kamehameha style and the plane lurched forward. Soon the cement flooring of the plane dock morphed into the dark black abyss known as the sky. I smile with happiness knowing that when this sucker lands I'll be home. Where it's warm, friendly and familiar. Then there's him. I was definitely happy. I yawned, the lack of sleeping for 24 hours abruptly strikes me. I pull down my tray and decide to use it as a pillow. I briefly remember hearing the steward asking around "drinks? cocktails?" then the sound of movement, but for the most part I slept the entire plane ride, regardless that it was a light sleep.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
10:30pm random blogging hour
It's exactly 10:30pm on the stagnant night of May 16th. I have approximately worked an entire day (24hours for you math geeks) per past 3 days. Albeit that may seem typical for you office pushers, for this freelancing, hippie swinging, starving artist, that was just way too much time working for the weekend. Like this song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahvSgFHzJIc
But HAH, that's a joke because I don't work FOR the weekend, I work ON the weekend because in restaurants that's the highest volume of business and I'd rather make more money in less amount of days. See, there's a business woman inside. Deep inside. Tucked away under laziness, inhibition and sheer rebellion for growing up.
Hmm, I got off subject. Did I even have a subject? No, I think I have just been creating a prologue for this particular blog. I don't know when I had last posted a blog, but I sure as heck know that I had to go into a full fledged hand to hand combat with spiders and clear away their cobwebs after negotiating a payment plan with them. This blog started out as sort of a day to day documentary about my move to NYC, then it sort of morphed into my acting life on an intimate level and I think I like the documentary aspect more.
1) Life happens every day.
2) Acting does not *wince*
3) I sort of have been re-inspired by another blog
That blog is this: http://thepioneerwoman.com
I absolutely love it and I am obsessed. Literally obsessed.
As I typically always state in every blog because that's how scarcely I write-"It's been a while and a lot has happened". I truly don't know where I last left off. I remember talking about a day job I started. That hasn't changed. I still work there. However, thankfully I don't work 50+ hours because I truly was losing my sanity. And my life. And my calm serene attitude because I was so angry and irritated and sleep deprived all the time. Those days are in the past now. We are allllllll good now.
I need to make notes of things I need to update you (and really it's myself, because let's be real here-no one reads this but me).
1) Acting: Abrams, mail outs, irony of being out of town, upcoming attractions
2) 3 week vacation home
3) ...well...I guess there really isn't a third one. I'm that boring.
You know what's funny. After reading Pioneer Woman, the writer Ree sounds a lot like me. Well, not really because she writes about ranches, cows, manure and cow nuts and I talk about acting, work, NYC and nightlife. I mean our vernacular, our writing style. I think that's why I liked the website immediately. That and the fact that I started reading her gushy romance story of her meeting and falling in love with her husband. That and the fact that she's a photography nut ball (nut ball not calf nut!)I dig it. I also dig the fact that I didn't discover the website. My boyfriend's mother did. That is what was more hilarious to me. Literally like 5 days ago I get a random phone call from her and she's raving about this website in a very conservative manner. She is quite a smart lady. She was softening the blow in case I thought the website sucked. I laughed and I said I would check it out. At that time I believe I was looking up auditions at Equity's casting call list and I didn't want to deviate from my task. See I try to be motivated and responsible. It's just hard when you have A.D.D. Just because I haven't been diagnosed with A.D.D. doesn't mean I haven't been diagnosed I DON'T have it! So HAH!
Anyway, so about 30-45 minutes go by and I feel bad about not checking that site out. That and the fact that A.D.D. was kicking in by now. I mean, she was really gung-ho about the website and my curiosity reached its peak. So I go to the website and immediately and flogged across the face with a lot of information. I peel back the layers of my brain to the conversation we had. I wanted to evade aimlessly clicking through the website initially and get to the goods of what my dear boyfriend's mother was talking about. I found it "Black heels to Tracker Wheels", basically a love saga. I scoff. Catchy title. My curiosity level increased slightly. I clicked on the tab and scroll all the way down. Click on the first story. I was glued. I read about 15 chapters before I felt the need to call her back and thank her profusely. Is it cheesy? Yes. Is it gushy, mushy and lovey dovey? Yes. Is it raw and captivating? Yes. I L-O-V-E reading her stories. The only thing that I don't like, which isn't a bad thing at all is that when I click on the next button, it doesn't automatically take me to the next chapter of the Black Heels To Tracker Wheels saga, it takes me to her next blog entry. Typically random things about the ranch, her ballet steps, her Marlboro Man, kids, family members, eating endeavors, etc. I don't mind this one bit, I rather like it. However, I spend hours upon hours reading about this persons life. I am totally a creeper! I know way more than I should know about this family! But hey. This ISN'T my fault. First I blame Ree, the writer because she created the damn website. Then I blame my old boss' mother (whom I love by the way) because she informed my boyfriend's mother. Then I blame his mother because she called me and got me addicted. Yeah, that's right. I am addicted. I blame everyone else but me. I am the victim here!
Now I got that off my chest, I feel better about myself. I truly do. Now I'm going to finish drinking my Persian chai, finish eating my granola and yogurt and go back and read some more chapters.
I'll be back to somehow *try* to update myself on the past few weeks. Ugh.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahvSgFHzJIc
But HAH, that's a joke because I don't work FOR the weekend, I work ON the weekend because in restaurants that's the highest volume of business and I'd rather make more money in less amount of days. See, there's a business woman inside. Deep inside. Tucked away under laziness, inhibition and sheer rebellion for growing up.
Hmm, I got off subject. Did I even have a subject? No, I think I have just been creating a prologue for this particular blog. I don't know when I had last posted a blog, but I sure as heck know that I had to go into a full fledged hand to hand combat with spiders and clear away their cobwebs after negotiating a payment plan with them. This blog started out as sort of a day to day documentary about my move to NYC, then it sort of morphed into my acting life on an intimate level and I think I like the documentary aspect more.
1) Life happens every day.
2) Acting does not *wince*
3) I sort of have been re-inspired by another blog
That blog is this: http://thepioneerwoman.com
I absolutely love it and I am obsessed. Literally obsessed.
As I typically always state in every blog because that's how scarcely I write-"It's been a while and a lot has happened". I truly don't know where I last left off. I remember talking about a day job I started. That hasn't changed. I still work there. However, thankfully I don't work 50+ hours because I truly was losing my sanity. And my life. And my calm serene attitude because I was so angry and irritated and sleep deprived all the time. Those days are in the past now. We are allllllll good now.
I need to make notes of things I need to update you (and really it's myself, because let's be real here-no one reads this but me).
1) Acting: Abrams, mail outs, irony of being out of town, upcoming attractions
2) 3 week vacation home
3) ...well...I guess there really isn't a third one. I'm that boring.
You know what's funny. After reading Pioneer Woman, the writer Ree sounds a lot like me. Well, not really because she writes about ranches, cows, manure and cow nuts and I talk about acting, work, NYC and nightlife. I mean our vernacular, our writing style. I think that's why I liked the website immediately. That and the fact that I started reading her gushy romance story of her meeting and falling in love with her husband. That and the fact that she's a photography nut ball (nut ball not calf nut!)I dig it. I also dig the fact that I didn't discover the website. My boyfriend's mother did. That is what was more hilarious to me. Literally like 5 days ago I get a random phone call from her and she's raving about this website in a very conservative manner. She is quite a smart lady. She was softening the blow in case I thought the website sucked. I laughed and I said I would check it out. At that time I believe I was looking up auditions at Equity's casting call list and I didn't want to deviate from my task. See I try to be motivated and responsible. It's just hard when you have A.D.D. Just because I haven't been diagnosed with A.D.D. doesn't mean I haven't been diagnosed I DON'T have it! So HAH!
Anyway, so about 30-45 minutes go by and I feel bad about not checking that site out. That and the fact that A.D.D. was kicking in by now. I mean, she was really gung-ho about the website and my curiosity reached its peak. So I go to the website and immediately and flogged across the face with a lot of information. I peel back the layers of my brain to the conversation we had. I wanted to evade aimlessly clicking through the website initially and get to the goods of what my dear boyfriend's mother was talking about. I found it "Black heels to Tracker Wheels", basically a love saga. I scoff. Catchy title. My curiosity level increased slightly. I clicked on the tab and scroll all the way down. Click on the first story. I was glued. I read about 15 chapters before I felt the need to call her back and thank her profusely. Is it cheesy? Yes. Is it gushy, mushy and lovey dovey? Yes. Is it raw and captivating? Yes. I L-O-V-E reading her stories. The only thing that I don't like, which isn't a bad thing at all is that when I click on the next button, it doesn't automatically take me to the next chapter of the Black Heels To Tracker Wheels saga, it takes me to her next blog entry. Typically random things about the ranch, her ballet steps, her Marlboro Man, kids, family members, eating endeavors, etc. I don't mind this one bit, I rather like it. However, I spend hours upon hours reading about this persons life. I am totally a creeper! I know way more than I should know about this family! But hey. This ISN'T my fault. First I blame Ree, the writer because she created the damn website. Then I blame my old boss' mother (whom I love by the way) because she informed my boyfriend's mother. Then I blame his mother because she called me and got me addicted. Yeah, that's right. I am addicted. I blame everyone else but me. I am the victim here!
Now I got that off my chest, I feel better about myself. I truly do. Now I'm going to finish drinking my Persian chai, finish eating my granola and yogurt and go back and read some more chapters.
I'll be back to somehow *try* to update myself on the past few weeks. Ugh.
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