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After my being the last one that they told about shopping for rings (which I was expecting), Mom made it a point to tell me I was the FIRST one they called about it being all official. Yay! :)
Also?? I have an audition for a SAG National Bud Light Commercial tomorrow!! I just have to channel whatever was going on at Goa the other night when I was a downright male magnet and I should be all set!
What ELSE, you ask!?!? Why, going to see WICKED, of course!! Roosevelt texted asking if I still wanted to go, oh and by the way, did I want to do Katsuya before or afterward? Oh, AND, I still need to take him shopping to pick something out for him and for myself, because he just wants to buy me a present for some odd reason.
I feel like such a kept woman.
EEEEEeeeeee..........First I see Kristin Chenowith at a SAG screening of Pushing Daisies, I get hugged by Ellen Greene, and now I'm seeing Wicked!! I'm so ridiculously psyched.
On other matters, that cute UCLA guy that I read with at the T-Mobile commercial asked me out, and Playboy's best friend keeps sending me semi-flirty texts. WTF is going ON?
Some updates:
(fuck....I can't get the damn bulleted list to format correctly, resulting in me doing repeated edits like a fish flopping on the desk of a boat. forgive me.)
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There is SNOW at Bear Mountain!
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Despite not hugely great reviews, I want to see I Am Legend. My only debate is whether I want to read the book first. All signs point to yes.
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Thoroughly disgusted with Playboy yet again. Asked if he was free tonight a few days ago as I have THE WHOLE DAY OFF TODAY and I thought dinner would be nice. He said he had plans but he would see what he could do. I texted him last night for a few minutes, he was performing for a Hollywood function, so he said, and I quote, "Talk later. Worky."
K.
Then, at 2am while I was thankfully insensible to the world, he sent me another text, again I quote: "Oops! Sorry i didn't get back 2 u sooner. Beer happened. So its a no go 4 dinner. Sorry."
K.
He leaves tomorrow for about 3 weeks of family themed holiday plans. Cheers, jackoff.
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Danced for THREE HOURS (stop scoffing at how little three hours is, Jesse Miner was DJing as well and he has a tendency to throw out nothing but songs that will have you running for the water fountain after every dance) last night to Barbara Morrison. I still don't think anything will top the 2003 9:20 Special Performance up in San Francisco, but this was still damn fun. If I hadn't stuffed myself on the California Sushi Salad at Houston's (first time eating there, totally overrated), I would've been able to enjoy the Dessert Competition just a tad more. And then thrown up, because have you ever mixed nothing but sweets and fast lindy together? Not a good combination.
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Did I mention I have THE WHOLE DAY OFF? Because I intend do to nothing except laundry, buy new lightbulbs, vacuum, work on the European Holiday Extravaganza 2006 Scrapbook, and find a new nightstand that doesn't involve my overturned laundry basket. Because that's how I roll.
Hah! Guess who won Overheard in New York's latest headline contest?
A good religious reference will get you a long way.....
Audition - T-Mobile @ David Kang Casting
This was one of the few times where working at my own agency has gotten me into a kind of ethical dilemma.
When the last-minute breakdown ("Submit ASAP! Going straight to callbacks TONIGHT!") came out, I didn't really forsee this problem coming. Despite this being a non union job and SAG's threat of roasting your chestnuts over an open fire should you even LOOK at a non union job sideways, it paid well enough that I submitted myself as well as our usual slew of non-union actors.
When the audition notification came back for another of the girls I submitted instead of me, I felt a tiny tiny twinge of disappointment, but it was gone before I could blink as I forwarded the info onto her and called her to let her know of the last minute appointment.
When she told me she couldn't go because she had taken a last minute trip to Washington to be with her father for his first prostrate cancer treatment, I expressed sympathy for his plight and admonishment for not telling us to book her out while my mind went to calling the casting director to cancel the girl and suggest a possible replacement.
When the casting director said to "just pick someone", which I've never, EVER heard a casting director tell me to do before, I finally paused.
I ascertained that there were no requirements or restrictions (did they need brunettes like the girl? Did they need short people like the girl?...No, no and please just send us someone with good comic timing), and then hung up the phone.
Ok. So, in theory, I needed to send another girl. Despite what they had said, I did want to send someone physically similar to the girl, which, despite the height difference, left it down to myself and one other girl out of the 8 or so submitted. I couldn't bring myself to just choose me over her and to just go.
I talked it over briefly with Sidedesk. She agreed we should consult The Boss, as, really, this was again a slight case of covering your ass, and I wasn't really going to take offense if he determined for some reason that the other girl would be a better replacement than myself.
In this business, you don't take things personally. Ever. Or you'll drive yourself completely mad.
In any case, he did agree I should go to the audition, I went and read with the cutest volleyball player from UCLA.
I'm glad I went to the audition, but again I'm grateful for working at The Agency. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been submitted let alone allowed to go to the audition. Most likely.
On the other hand, I think I should see opportunities like this as the other side of the coin for putting up with the INSANENESS of The Boss. None of the other clients do, so I suppose this could be considered another job perk? Ah well. We'll see if I book it, I can feel all happy then.
Went to a SAG Screening of Sweeney Todd last night. I have to admit, I heard nothing about this film until Mom's Boyfriend asked me about it. Apparently it was one of his favorite musicals and he was concerned, despite the consistently awesome pairing of Johnny Depp and Tim Burton, that the music wasn't going to be as much of a part of it.
Not to worry on that count. My goodness, it was nothing but singing. And very well shot, naturally. It's everything you would expect from Tim Burton. Depp isn't an amazing singer, but he won't offend your eardrums either. I was slightly annoyed because I had seen a breakdown for an upcoming performance of Sweeney Todd which has the character descriptions, so I knew the play's one "big" secret right off the bat. Same thing happened with Usual Suspects, I knew who Keyser Soze was before he even stepped on screen. Bah.
I debated for a bit on who to bring. Prettyboy was out, because he still hadn't responded or contacted me since the night Sidedesk and I hit Goa. Not that he's ever been all that communicative, but still. Ditto for Producer. Roosevelt, well, I feel it's a big misleading to ask a guy out to a movie when you're not interested in dating him and all activities thus far have imitated date-like activities.
So I ended up asking Ex-Roommate! I'd forgotten just how cool she was; we'd barely spoken since she moved out, but she did show to my birthday party, to my surprise and delight. She's extremely grounded, which was beyond refreshing when you consider the type of people I'm around 24/7. We got our seats in the theater, I left to grab munchies for the both of us. When I came back, she was chatting with the girl sitting at the end of our row, which kind of surprised me. Ex-Roommate is not the most superficially gregarious person, as a general rule. I half listened to the conversation until I realized Ex-Roommate's responses were getting more and more mono syllabic. I took another look at the girl at the end of the row. She was sitting by herself, although I had taken the items on the seat next to her to be a 'save the seat' mechanism, it was obvious that she had just brought a whole lot of Crap. Including, but not limited to, the knitting she currently had sitting on her lap.
I glanced over at Ex-Roommate, who gave me the now-expected 'save me' look, and at a lull in the conversation, I duly asked her about a project that would have no bearing on her current conversation. She thanked me in a low tone.
As I said, the movie was great fun, I highly recommend it, especially if you're a fan of the original musical.
We hit up The French Marketplace for dinner on the way back, a brightly-colored purple building that I pass constantly and see tons of people eating at, but have never gone to. Apparently the schtick is that it has every appearance of being an outdoor market, yet is indoors. There is a small white picket fence surrounding the eating area, there is a gazebo in the middle of the floor with more tables and chairs. The walls are painted to look like the outside, complete with little flower boxes.
Food=good. Atmosphere= A little strange, but fun for a first time. And I still have half of my penne pasta with chicken, pine nuts, goat cheese and sundried tomatoes for lunch today! I am easily pleased.
Audition: German Death Brochure @ Armstrong Casting
Audition: Ford @ Lien/Cowan Casting
First off, yeah you read that first one right. Apparently (and this is in the words of the casting director), apparently in germany when someone passes away they send out a brochure notice. this is an ad for those brochure notices.
So...I'm auditioning to be someone dead? Or someone who's sad someone else is dead? Or someone who smiles because...being dead ain't so bad!
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The Ford one was good only because I haven't been into Lien/Cowan Casting in months and months, and they used to be the only office that called me in! So I'm glad I got an opportunity to go back, even if it was only because I'm a San Diego resident :)
(...What? My mom and sister still live there, i can TOTALLY still claim residency in the lovely truth-glossing world that is LA)
The Agency is slow enough (Damn you strike!) that they didn't need me back into the office, so I'm heading to the Arclight for my first cinematic experience there with a new guy whom we shall deem Roosevelt (met him at the Roosevelt Hotel at Halloween), then off to the new Katsuya location in Hollywood. Woo being treated like a princess! I could use some of that.
Sirius Radio has its ups and downs.
The current 'up' which is now playing? Lifehouse - The First Time
the horrible, awful, HORRENDOUS 'down' which just played? Cascada's TECHNO version of my beloved Rascal Flats song - What Hurts the Most
TECHNO version, people. GOD.
Incidentally, for you Firefly fans, youtube has a great music vid montage of Mal/Inara and it's amazing how well that song fits the Firefly mood. Love.
What's your favorite kind of homemade cookie? Share the recipe if you have it.
In lieu of mom's chocolate chip cookie recipe (because I need to steal her recipe box...), here's a favorite of mine to make from one of my favorite recipe sites, allrecipes.com:
| Chewy Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies |  |
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Submitted by: Dr Amy Rated: 5 out of 5 by 1047 members |
Prep Time: 15 Minutes Cook Time: 12 Minutes |
Ready In: 55 Minutes Yields: 42 servings |
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1 cup butter, softened
1 cup packed light brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
2 eggs
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2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
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3 cups quick-cooking oats
1 cup chopped walnuts
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1 cup semisweet chocolate chips
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| Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). | |
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a large bowl, cream together the butter, brown sugar, and white sugar
until smooth. Beat in eggs one at a time, then stir in vanilla. Combine
the flour, baking soda, and salt; stir into the creamed mixture until
just blended. Mix in the quick oats, walnuts, and chocolate chips. If possible, chill mix for 2 hours before baking. Drop by heaping spoonfuls onto ungreased baking sheets. |
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| Bake for 12 minutes in the preheated oven. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely. |
Roommate has picked up my habit of nicknaming the men in her life and has recently been dating two gentlemen. One she has deemed Fratboy, who she isn't as enthused about. Fratboy has been pursuing her for a year, apparently, and while she was a bit interested, she always seemed to have too much going on to put the effort into pursuing him back. She's since gone on a couple dates with him and still isn't very enthused due to his "lack of a sense of humor."
Personally, I'm fairly certain Photographer (just think of him as Roommate's version of Producer) has spoiled her for other men in this regard. Whatever other emotional issues Photographer has, he's damn hilarious. And fantastic in bed, apparently.
Anyway, Roommate IS currently enthused about her second boy, Entrepreneur. He splits his time between San Diego and here in LA, spoils her rotten and, one would assume, DOES possess a sense of humor.
Roommate left yesterday to head down to San Diego (trip paid for by Entrepreneur...I really must start hanging out with her circle of friends) but despite telling me she would probably be back this morning, still had not shown her self at the start of Desperate Housewives (9pm, for the more intelligent non-Wisteria Lane watching circle among you). I confirmed she was all right via text, and indeed, she walked in not 20 minutes later.
She stumbled in and let the door shut behind her. "Dear...Fucking...Lord..."
Since this greeting is not unfamiliar in our house, I grinned as I set the dregs of my delicious Moroccon Mint tea on the floor beside the couch. "Ok, I have to pee, and then you're talking." I got up to move towards the bathroom when I noticed Roommate had gone from a stable-looking standing position to lying flat out on the floor next to the couch, her pretty peep toe shoes resting on her suitcase.
I grinned. "Ok, so you'll be doing a LOT of talking."
Roommate merely groaned as I shut the bathroom door behind me.
When I came out, she had maneuvered her way back up and into the kitchen.
"Ok, so spill." I said as I made myself comfortable back on the couch and glanced back at the television.
"I got my ass BEAT last night," she replied as she walked back out, removing her coat and putting it over a dining room chair. I glanced back at her, still not sure if this was something that required DVR pausing.
"What do you mean......drunk? Sex? Rock and roll?"
"I mean, my friends and I got jumped at a bar."
"What?!"
"Yeah, I got pushed to the ground and I got hit at some point, my lip hurts. It feels all swollen." Her hand went to her injured mouth to reaffirm this notion.
"...What?! What the hell happened, you got mugged?" Definitely pausing Wisteria Lane.
Roommate stood in the dining room for dramatic effect, talking to the room at large, reliving what she could remember. "No, no, we were at a bar, and a fight broke out, it was retarded. Just total crowd mania."
"Wait, in San Diego, right?"
"Yeah."
San Diego's my hometown. "Where???"
"Oh I don't know, Some ghetto bar, my friends and I were all drunk, and dancing..." She imitated the motions to enforce this picture, complete with happy smile. "...and just...a stupid fight broke out. My friend got a chair thrown at her, one of my guy friends was an ex-SEAL, he had three other guys fighting him...it was just madness."
"Well. Wow. Welcome back."
"Thanks."
So.............How was YOUR weekend?
All Hail the combination of Legos and Eddie Izzard!
