Oh, oh oh.... One of them grey days. Both outside and inside of me.
I just wrote a friend telling her that I feel like I am missing a limb. Like something is missing and I am pretty sure its the colorful me burried beneath this stoic, false business BS. I find myself getting frustrated by the useless, shallow gossip and celeb news being flung all over the media (and in this office) and being inundated with emails with the "scoop" on classes and photographers and seminars and agents that will get me where I want to be.
I want to be under a tree right now.
I think I am going to go anti media for a week.
I think I might dance on the roof tonight.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Holy Crap, I'm Blogging
So I swore this would never happen; that I would want to write down the insanity that proves to be my life in some attempt to impress people with my overall understanding of life and/or interesting happenings (or incongruous use of punctuation and grammar that I am certain to butcher thrice over) that...happen. While by no means will I make wild claims that I know exactly what I am doing or even want- Life (at this moment) is so nutty and mostly absurd that I can't not expand on it here.
I live in New York.
Sometimes I forget just how abnormal life is here until one goes in for an "open call" in a restaurant where headshots are a "must", and should you provide the correct amount of boobage to appease the guy looking you up and down (who seems to have an education/life awareness on par with the pigeon I made eye contact with on my way to this glorious cattlecall) then you might receive "callback". REALLY?! A callback to schlep around booze? Will this include a two-minute monlogue of our opinion on the required "uniform" consisting of bandaids and a water gun?
To appease the Rent Gods, I am working for a marketing company (until something less evil and more accomodating for auditions comes along) where I find myself escaping to the bathroom to gather myself and breathe. I liken this job to having plastic wrap enveloping my entire head tightly.
So, as I search for a new job and attempt to create a more stable, positive and fulfilling life - you are welcome to hear of my woes and conquests.
...and the journey continues.
I live in New York.
Sometimes I forget just how abnormal life is here until one goes in for an "open call" in a restaurant where headshots are a "must", and should you provide the correct amount of boobage to appease the guy looking you up and down (who seems to have an education/life awareness on par with the pigeon I made eye contact with on my way to this glorious cattlecall) then you might receive "callback". REALLY?! A callback to schlep around booze? Will this include a two-minute monlogue of our opinion on the required "uniform" consisting of bandaids and a water gun?
To appease the Rent Gods, I am working for a marketing company (until something less evil and more accomodating for auditions comes along) where I find myself escaping to the bathroom to gather myself and breathe. I liken this job to having plastic wrap enveloping my entire head tightly.
So, as I search for a new job and attempt to create a more stable, positive and fulfilling life - you are welcome to hear of my woes and conquests.
...and the journey continues.
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