one of my stylists today. The agent/artist relationship is the closest one I've had to a marriage (well, besides my 6 year on again off again relationship with the college bf that is, but we'll get into that some other time), and so now we are entering into what is comparable to a legal separation.
It's sad, but at the same time, such a relief to be parting ways amicably the way we are. It's a matter of clicking, syncing, jiving, and gelling, and it's like with any relationship if we're honest with ourselves, we know when it's happening or not, and we thrive when it is, flounder when it isn't.
Can't feel bad about the flops though. There are lessons to be learned from all of them.
Our "type" is just one of the clues we're giving that's leading us to the right connection - it's okay to go in the direction of it.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Earl had to die
WOOOOOOOO!!! I'm going to a Dixie Chicks concert this afternoon with ma' girrrrrrls. Holler at us in our matching jean skirts, country looking tops and cowgirl hats, or don't and feel free to laugh at us for going in the first place and being such super cheeseballs, but first a note on my life as an actress/writer/nomad/princess....
Seriously, y'all (so in the spirit) my life should be the basis for a sitcom. And I'll get into that more at another time, but suffice it to say for now, that alarm clocks are just inherently havoc wreaking. I had a theatre teacher who said he started laughing the second the lights came up on the set of the production of Cabaret I was in my senior year because there was a flat with 3 or 4 functional doors for people to enter and exit from and he said that many doors are just asking for comedy - they present infinite possibilities for silliness. And this morning when my alarm went off at 8 am and I scrambled to the end of the bed to grab my purse and fumble around for my phone and in doing so tripped over the cord to the fan causing it to come crashing down on the pile of my clothes that had wound up on the floor the night before, oh man, I realized there's always a joke to be made from an alarm clock going off. So I'm gonna pocket that knowledge and bust it out one of these days in a pilot. You heard it here first.
Okie doke gotta go - Cowboy, take me away!!!!
Seriously, y'all (so in the spirit) my life should be the basis for a sitcom. And I'll get into that more at another time, but suffice it to say for now, that alarm clocks are just inherently havoc wreaking. I had a theatre teacher who said he started laughing the second the lights came up on the set of the production of Cabaret I was in my senior year because there was a flat with 3 or 4 functional doors for people to enter and exit from and he said that many doors are just asking for comedy - they present infinite possibilities for silliness. And this morning when my alarm went off at 8 am and I scrambled to the end of the bed to grab my purse and fumble around for my phone and in doing so tripped over the cord to the fan causing it to come crashing down on the pile of my clothes that had wound up on the floor the night before, oh man, I realized there's always a joke to be made from an alarm clock going off. So I'm gonna pocket that knowledge and bust it out one of these days in a pilot. You heard it here first.
Okie doke gotta go - Cowboy, take me away!!!!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
And then a splish splash I forgot about the bath...
I went and put my agent shoes on....
why? you ask. because bosslady was calling. so that's right, this morning, mid shower, shampoo in my hair and everything, i went ahead and answered my purple blackberry, because it was ringing, and i was still covering calls from the night before since at 5 each night the "LA office" is actually referring to my direct line with the bizarro 339 extension, and i bring my blackberry with me evvvverywhere in case it rings with a work call, because times is tough and we all need the work so i'm happy to answer int whenever, wherever, but honestly, has the mobility of our phone lines gone too far? and can you blame me for wrapping a towel around me but proceeding to shave my legs while my boss lady lamented the mood swing and sudden departure from the agency of one of our star stylists? time is money, and i needed to be at my desk by nine, so that meant finishing up that shower by 8:55 come hell or high water.
Is that the expression, come hell or high water???? Whatever. Hillarious.
why? you ask. because bosslady was calling. so that's right, this morning, mid shower, shampoo in my hair and everything, i went ahead and answered my purple blackberry, because it was ringing, and i was still covering calls from the night before since at 5 each night the "LA office" is actually referring to my direct line with the bizarro 339 extension, and i bring my blackberry with me evvvverywhere in case it rings with a work call, because times is tough and we all need the work so i'm happy to answer int whenever, wherever, but honestly, has the mobility of our phone lines gone too far? and can you blame me for wrapping a towel around me but proceeding to shave my legs while my boss lady lamented the mood swing and sudden departure from the agency of one of our star stylists? time is money, and i needed to be at my desk by nine, so that meant finishing up that shower by 8:55 come hell or high water.
Is that the expression, come hell or high water???? Whatever. Hillarious.
6-8-10
I woke up this morning thinking "I pretty much love my life." I'm not sure if it's because today is 6/8/10 and I love even numbers, or because I realized it's the first time I've stayed in one place for more than 3 months in over 12 months, or just because the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. But annoyed as I was to find two zits on my otherwise sunkissed face (what am I fifteen?) I smiled at myself in the mirror as I put on my running gear and then I floated through my five miler along the river.
Last night I had drinks with Sinks and the other Nook girls and then the Tolman Trio went to surprise my sorellina at her senior prom downtown - and my goodness did she look beautiful, like a greek goddess, and all grown up. Such a fabulous night of sisterfriendship and I've got a feeling today's going to be a perfectly fabulous writer/agent/nomad day, and then one week from tonight, the actress in me starts to come back to life when I step into the role of Holly in The Wedding Singer. Wahoooooo life is good.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
i miss my bed
I have the most amazingly comfortable and unnecessarily large bed in my Manhattan Mini bug storage. And one of my favorite parts of being a still sleeper is the way in which I used to be able to leave notebooks, pieces of my wardrobe, my least favorite purchase even (the pink dell laptop) beside me at night when I'd go to bed. Now I'm forever finding myself sans sufficient surface space around me when I go to clear my day away.
The Blind Date version to boot. And it was brutal. And I'd feel bad for myself for waisting an hour watching it, but the upswing was it kept me on the elliptical for an hour. Here's to sweet dreams of singles wiping out on the impossible obstacle courses. hehehe.
But eventually I'll be able to take that big bed in all it's feather mattress covered glory back out of storage and call it my own again. So no worries.
Random sidenote: watched the most moronic show at the gym just now from the elliptical:
The Blind Date version to boot. And it was brutal. And I'd feel bad for myself for waisting an hour watching it, but the upswing was it kept me on the elliptical for an hour. Here's to sweet dreams of singles wiping out on the impossible obstacle courses. hehehe.
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