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.