DENT MAGNET

When I had crappy cars, I never hit anything and nothing ever hit me. But now that I have a nice car, one that I actually love, things seem to keep hurling themselves at my poor vehicle. Someone decided to back-in to the side of my Mustang yesterday, denting the driver-side door quite considerably. I think I am going to need a new door. Thankfully, some people on my street saw it happen, and it was the friend of one of my neighbors, so the guy left his number. He has good insurance, and hopefully this will be fixed quite soon. Bleh. My poor pony has already sustained damage from one other hit-and-run, and from a night-time mishap with my Grandpa. Why, people? Why?

I got my final script for the pilot from Paramount yesterday; it came special messenger and everything. They changed one word in my line, but it's one I am none too happy about. See, when I was younger, I had a lisp problem; "th" and "s" sounds, and transtions between the two were very hard for me. I took speech classes and had to learn to re-position my tongue correctly when saying these sounds. Well, many years and many hours of schooling later, through speech for the actor and through my own bull-headed determination to not sound like a fool anymore, I kicked the problem. But now my line reads, "No phones on THIS floor, doctor." Instead of THE floor, THIS floor. THIS is a hard word to make clear for me. WHY!!!?? Oh, well. I shall persevere.


FOOD OF THE DAY

I LOVE Meditteranean food. Pita, baklava, feta, fallafel, chicken, fish; yum. There is a truly superior polace near my house from which I order take-out at least three times a week. Wow, I'm a total dork.

YEAH, BUT IT STILL SUCKS

Thanks so much for all of your comments and suggestions. It's so funny to hear what other people like, compared to what I had thought for myself. Almost no one chose my favorites; pink 8 and pink 10. Oh well. I guess it's not about what I like, right?

Here's the worst part, though. I asked my casting director friend to look at the shots, and she suggested that I retake them. She didn't think any of them really represented the "type" that I would be cast in. She said "They're too glamorous. You aren't going to be cast in the 'glamour' role; you're the best friend, the nurse, the lawyer, etc. You should have shots with more personality." Ouch. She wasn't saying any of that to be mean; she was giving me real advice that I will definitely try to take to heart. I think I might keep one or two of them to have as alternate shots, but I see what she means, and I am going to retake a few. That is, if my poor brother will put up with me and my shenanigans and grant me some more of his time. =)

As much as the realistic part of me knows what she was saying was true, there's still the little princess in me that wanted to scream, "Hey, I'm a star!! I'm not the sidekick. And someone will see that, you'll see!" There have been many people in this business that have been discouraged from what they want. I just have to believe that the things I want for myself are realistic aspirations. Hell, it took Glen Close five tries until they let her into Yale drama. It's about believing in yourself, in spite of your detractors.


MIGHT WANT TO DATE HIM OF THE DAY

I never thought that I would sit and watch an entire episode of The Bachelor, but turns out, Charlie O'Connell is kinda freakin' hilarious. I mean, he's cute, I guess. I might have thought him more attractive if I hadn't seen his brother first. When I see Charlie now, he's like a scarier version of Jerry, and have fear. But he's pretty funny, dude. And that makes him hot.

HEADSHOTS

Okay, kids, you can all weigh in on the new shots. Go to meghanmarshall.net/new, and tell me whatcha think. I already have three favorites that I am trying to chose from, but I am certainly open to any input.


CELEBRITY FLIRT OF THE DAY

I got to flirt with Tate Donovan at a La Brea Bakery, today. Good times.

PAMELA AND BROOKS ROCK

I took new headshots today. Brooks did a little trade-off situation with a make-up artist and she did my hair and make-up for me. And lemme just say, Pamela Lljobo rocks my world. When I am at the level that I can request a make-artist, it will definately be her. I really like the shots that we took and I believe that I decided on my favorite already, but I am going to get the opinion of my industry friends. Working in a casting office, I see TONS of headshots, so I've had some good time to see what I like in shots and what I don't. I think Brooks is going to post the one that I really like, and maybe a couple more, so that the new hair can finally be seen, per the request of the peanut gallery. =)

And here's an update on the pilot; I am confirmed and I am shooting on April 8th! Yah! I am very excited. Though, knowing this business, I still feel the need to be tentative about my excitement. I guess I'll feel full excitement when I've shot it, and it's in the can, and it gets picked-up, and it airs. Hmmm...that's asking a lot. Maybe I'll just be happy with it being shot. =)


QUOTE OF THE DAY

Every day, more and more people are leaving the church, and going back to God.

Lenny Bruce

NO PHONES ON THE FLOOR, DOCTOR

Okay, so provided they leave my line in, I have booked a pilot!!! Yah! I realize that some of you might not know what I "Pilot" is, so I shall explain; a pilot is the first episode in a new TV series. It's basically the sales pitch that they use to sell the show to the network. I have been working in a casting office, helping to cast this pilot, and one day the casting director turned to me and said, "Do you have your headshot and resume with you?". "Yes", I replied. "Good, I'd like you to read for a part when we're done with all of this." Wha??? My heart started pounding and head racing, mostly fixating on the fact that my headshot looks nothing like me any longer (my hair is now much shorter, and more to the point, brown). But she liked how I read, and she took me to the producers, which in this business, is a good milestone to reach. A lot of casting directors ask "Have you gone to producers on anything?" It's their way of asking how successful you've been on auditions, whether or not you've ultimately gotten the part. So, I go the Paramount studio lot, wait my turn, and go in to the room. I nod politely at my casting director acquaintance, not wanting to play any favoritism and not knowing whether she'd mentioned to the producers that I was her intern. I shake hands with the producers and introduce myself, and they say, "And, you know Brian.", referring to the guy running the video camera. Out of politeness and nerves, I say, "Yes." And then I look at the guy, and it's Brian Scheffer, a guy I graduated HIGH SCHOOL with. How funny is that?? The producer said it was a funny moment to watch me go from polite introduction to "Oh my gosh...Hello!".

Anyhow, the audition went well, I left, and later got a call from the CD. She said I'd done very well, that they could have gone with either one of us and she was very proud of me, but that they'd gone with the other girl. I didn't feel all that much disappointment because, having interned for a while now on the other side of things, I know how impersonal the whole process of casting really is.

Well, I guess things change during the week, and on Friday, the CD called to offer me the part. She says that there is a small chance the line might be cut before we even film, but if it stays in, it's mine. I'd get to join Screen Actor's Guild, get paid a good amount, and get to work with some very big people. I'll start mentioning names when it all gets finalized.

Even if it never pans out, I'm still enjoying the feeling of knowing that I have booked a pilot, that I have a good start on being a working actress, and that this whole thing wasn't such a crazy idea after all.

Keep your fingers crossed for me!!


LILY MADNESS OF THE DAY

My poor baby niece kind of freaked out when she saw me with brown hair. She didn't understand why my hair was a different color, even though Marisa tried to warn her. She cried, and we had to spend a little time convincing her it was still me. Tough age. Everything is confusing.

ON ACCOUNT OF THE EYE, AND ALL

Well, I'm happy to announce that I am officially pink-eye free. I survived. It wasn't too bad, I guess. Just the first day was really rough; irritation, icky goo, redness. But the drops cleared things up. The real annoyance is that I haven't been able to wear a contact lens in that eye for a week, and I am blind as a bat, without the helpful sonar equipment. "Just wear your glasses!", you say? Yeah, I haven't worn my glasses since junior year of high school (nine years ago) and the prescription for the glasses that I have are from that time. My eyes have gotten worse over the years, so though while they aid in clearing the bluriness ever so slightly, they are still off enough that wearing them gives me a major headache. So, my best bet has been flying with one contact and seeing half the world a little askew. Tomorrow is the day my right rejoins the seeing world, so, Huzzah for tomorrow.

I volunteered for this charity orginazation that deals with preserving the Native American culture, and they asked me to work at their annual "Native Americans in the Arts" awards ceremony honoring people from film, TV, and other such entertaining things. I am supposed to work as an escort for the nominees, which is supposedly a coveted spot because I get to get all dressed up and sit with the nominees during the ceremony, an all. But I am starting to get a little concerned because the awards are this weekend and they haven't called to give me any more information about the event. I requested off of work for this, on a Saturday night, one of my most lucrative shifts, so I am really hoping that it wasn't for nothing. That would really chap my hide. We'll see, I guess.

I was really looking forward to A; helping out a charity org. that I believe in, and B; getting all fancied-up! I haven't had an occasion to dress formally since prom, and since I've lost weight, I really want to go back and do it all again. I wore a size 10 gown to my prom, which was surprising for me, since at the time I was sporting mostly 12's. I'd really love to go back, with the body I have now, and wear something really cute. I am aware that this sounds vain to many out there, but I have been a chubby girl for most of my life, and to any girl that's been a size 10 for most of her life to now be able to buy a size 4...! If you've never been fat, you wouldn't understand. But all my chubby friends out there know what I'm talking about! Class reunion, here I come...in three years.


DISAPPOINMENT OF THE DAY

Dodgeball. I rented it from On Demand, and it sucked. It really bummed me out! I was expecting so much more. I mean, there were some funny bits, but my bro and sis said they liked it, and usually their comic taste is similar to mine. Damn you for getting my hopes up!!

PS- My spellcheck isn't working, so I will have to count on my official "Family Spell Checker" to let me know what to fix. You're up, cuz.