ROBBIE IS STALKING ME

So, Robbie Williams is stalking me. He came into my bar tonight, looking somehow shorter. Odd, that.

I found a new place to live!!! It's beautiful...pricey, but beautiful. I am so ridiculously stoked to move-in, I can't even tell you. The place is going to look a little bare for a while though. My roommate and I don't have that much furniture as of yet, but we'll slowly build-up, ya' know? We talked them down on the price from $2,200.00 to $1750.00. They went down because no one wanted to rent the place, despite it being LOVELY, on account of the fact that someone got plugged by their bookie in the apartment. Bummer. Now, some of you in other states or cities might be saying "$1750.00 for a 2 bedroom, 2 bath apartment?? That's outrageous!"...that's LA, baby. What you might pay for mortgage, we pay in rent. Sucks!


MESSAGE TO ROBBIE OF THE DAY

I am sorry, Mr. Williams, for though you are a handsome and successful (in every other country but the US), I fear I cannot date you. So please stop coming-in to my places of work. You are disturbing the customers wit your incessant begging and pleading. Have some dignity, man! ;)

APARTMENT HUNTERS

Whew, hunting for a new place is exhausting. I have finally found a good roommate to live with, someone that I work with and really get along with. He's from Philly (and all of those lovely images that go along with that statement) and he's an extremely cool guy. And no, there's no attraction there, so no worries about that. I mean, he's a good looking guy, but it's more like a brother/cousin thing.
Anywho, we're hunting for places, and I am trying to resign myself to the fact that I am not going to be able to get away with paying cheap rent at my age. My rent has steadily increased with each place that I've moved as the years have gone by; hell, the rent I am thinking of going for will be twice what my second apartment ever had cost me. Credit woes are also following me presently. Bleh. Yeah, turns out that my credit debts won't go away if I sit in the corner with my fingers in my ears, chanting to myself. Damn. Time to be a big girl and get this figured, eh? Bleh, again.


COOL CELEB SIGHTING OF THE WEEK

John Corbett came into my bar the other day. Bearded, straggly hair, unwashed...and yummy.

I HAVE A STAND-IN??

Okay, so I shot that pilot over the weekend, and the whole experience was amazing. I have done background work before (just passing in timed crosses through a scene being shot), so I have been on sets before, but it's amazing being someone that has something to do and words to speak and action to be a part of because it's a whole other world. First off, lemme just say that I was a total goober and got choked-up driving through the Paramount Studios front gate. I mean, it's kind of a Hollywood landmark and something I had always wanted to do, and to know I was going there to do an acting job; it all just got to me.
This is all an incredibly long story and one I've exhausted my poor family with, but the gist of it is that I was nervous and excited and desperate not to screw-up my small part and to make a good impression and above all of that not forget my training and actually bring something to the character. I met one of the stars that I was in the scene with, and he was really nice. I got to go through the whole thing of delivering my part off-camera for the other actor's reaction shot, and when it all got turned around, that same star was nice enough to read his part for my reaction, instead of having an assistant director do it.
I had a dressing room and hair and make-up and yes, a STAND-IN, which cracked me up. (A stand-in is basically someone that it hired to just stand on the set and be your same height and build so that they can light the scene without the actor having to stand on the set themselves. I laughed when she intorduced herself; she must have thought me crazy.)
The director was a huge name, so I watched him as much as I could. I fumbled slightly on some procedural things, but asking back, nobody noticed and nobody knew it was my first time.
I got to go to the wrap-party and mingle with the cast and crew, which was also a first for me.
All in all, it was an amazing experience, one I'll never forget. This is something that I've wanted to do my whole life, and to finally get to experice the reality of it all starting is an awesome feeling. I really feel like this is just the first step towards achieving my ultimate goals, and I couldn't be more in awe of my circumstance.

We should know by mid-may whether or not it's getting picked-up and will air. I will keep everyone posted!

D'UH, OH YEAH, CONGRATS OF THE DAY

The second half of my weekend was spent in Vegas, at Matt and Jenny's wedding. The ceremony and reception were beautiful. I cried, I laughed, I ate A LOT of food, and I hung with my family and experienced VEGAS. Crazy weekend, lemme tell ya'.

So, CONGRATULATIONS MATT AND JENNY KELLEY!!!

AS MY FACE SLOWLY SHRINKS...

I am posting while my weekly moisturizing face mask slowly shrinks my face into what must surely be a frightening fixed expression. For my many male readers, a face mask that dries and firms on the face in a true experience, one that must be ventured at some time in your life, I implore you. I am not sure that this mask actually accomplishes anything, but at least it feels like I'm doing something. Can a placebo be topical?

I venture to Las Vegas this weekend, and for the first time. My cousin is getting married (my one-and-a-half year junior cousin...bleh) and he and his honey are doing it right in sin-city. Weddings are fun; especially family ones, and especially out-of-town ones. I've been to another cousin's in the Bahamas, and to my father's in Taos, New Mexico. There is something romantic and big about seeing someone take their vows in a foreign setting. It's like, you're there, in the middle of wherever, and there's a group of you that know each other (or don't), but you don't know anyone else for miles, and you're all there for the same purpose. I guess it's the energy of it all that I enjoy. My darling Best Friend Timmy has agreed to be my date, and we are going to do our VERY best to not get drunk and pull a Britney. But I've drawn-up an ironclad pre-nup, just in case. A girl's gotta protect her limited savings and credit card debt, ya' know?


DILEMA OF THE DAY

What does one get as a wedding gift for a guy that you used to take baths with as a toddler?