First Day Done!

So I just got back from my first ever day of filming (on an actual movie set!) and I am so fucking tired because I've been up since 8, and I filmed from 1-10:30, but it was so much fucking fun and I cannot wait for the next day I have scenes. I really thought I'd be nervous and fuck up my lines, but I only forgot one line once, and everything else just... came naturally. I don't know, it was so much fun and felt so natural, and I really feel like this is what I'm supposed to be doing. Now if I could only do this full time, I'd be golden.

OMG

I MET LEONARDO DICAPRIO AND HE SMILED AND WINKED AT ME, NOW MY LIFE IS COMPLETE

California Dreaming

S0 I'm officially the worst updater in the world. It's not like I mean to abandon the blog, and, truthfully, I keep half-updating and then saving the posts (and then usually forgetting I did that in the first place) but then they just sit there and other crap happens and then oops. Uh, there was an apology in there somewhere!

Anyway, things are going full steam ahead at the moment, and I can finally (finally!) say with certainty that this Friday I begin shooting my very first movie! It's a low-budget alien invasion movie (of course) and I play a band groupie with too much love for an all-female band (and, from what I can see, too many brain-rotting drugs. How fitting!) I'm ridiculously excited just to be on set, let alone actually have the chance to act on camera and be a part of an actual production.

Take Me to Lilith Fest!

There's something to be said about the East Coast, Type A personality out here; I don't have a manager or agent (yet, fingers crossed) but I've been able to get a steady number of auditions based on sheer "pain-in-the-assness" alone. There are SO many auditions out there, if you hunt enough, and so far, so good. I had another huge audition last week, this time for a tv show, but I can't say anything else for the moment - just pray for me, my little good luck charms.

I still need to update my headshots, but I'm waiting until I sock away more money, because it'll be at least a $500 investment given that I not only need pictures taken (and good ones at that), but I need to print them out, and to have my makeup done, and to have everything else that comes along with an undertaking such as that, so hopefully in the near future that'll be possible. I do have headshots, but they're from my modeling days, so they're not quite what I need out here. After all, auditioning for a 16 year-old character doesn't work so well when my headshot implies that I'm naked and thinking "come to me, baby." Ouch.

I bite my mate's head off after copulation

Work aside, life out here has been amazing. I've taken to hiking Runyon Canyon, which is probably the most bizarre thing in the world just because it's a freaking canyon right smack dab in the middle of Hollywood. Seriously, if you walk past Hollywood Boulevard and go up like two more blocks, and voila! Massive mountains, canyons, hiking trails, etc. It's amazing. You can see all of the city from up on the trails, everything from Downtown to Hollywood to Culver City. Being an East Coast City Girl, I'm not used to the idea of a massive, sprawling city that just goes on and on and on. Sure, Manhattan is huge and has lots of different neighborhoods, but it's all neat and tidy on this little compact island, whereas Los Angeles look like someone blew up New York and all the pieces went flying out everywhere. It's pretty incredible to look at.

This gives you just an idea of how big one section of LA is

The Hollywood Sign across the way

So my life lately has consisted of going on auditions, hiking, drinking and smoking too much, going on adventures, finally going to the beach!!!! and just enjoying life, really. I've never been happier than I am right now, and I want to hold onto that feeling for as long as I possibly can. Fuck the real world, fuck salaries, fuck attempting to cram my life into a tidy little ball; this is where I want to be. Man, am I deep.

Oh, and before I go, I FINALLY saw a paparazzi swarm! And nearly got trampled to death in the process. This is just the very beginning of a Britney paparazzi swarm, outside of H Shoes in the Sunset Plaza. I work just a few buildings down, so I was minding my own business and heading down to work, when a stampede of paparazzi came out of everywhere, seriously they were running out of alleys, barreling down Sunset, squeezing themselves out of cars packed with tons of other paps - it was fucking insane.

Kinda made me feel bad for Britney, even though I wanted to elbow my way through the crowd and plaster myself against the window, just to watch her in action. God, I love celebrity shit.

Celebrity Sightings!

Celebrity sighting time! Man, I really need to update regularly, because it's a pain in the ass to have to cut and crop 10+ pictures. Oops.

Onward!

Peri "Roz" Gilpin

... Joe Francis.

Maggie Grace (who was so sweet but I don't think said an entire word for over two hours)

Dane freaking Cook!

Rashida "I Hate Karen But Love You" Jones

...who was with the amazing Catherine Keener!

OMFG Michael Mann


SHARON "The Cougar" STONE

And this is random, but it's Lena Headey, from The Sarah Connor Chronicles...

...who I never realized was the wife from The 300! Oh the things you learn on Google Images

Which brings us to our current tally of:
Jim: 15
Chelsea: 38.5

eat it, Jim

You Can Do Laps In My Pool Anytime

Someday, I'm going to marry Michael Phelps. Just so you know.

And this is the face he will make during our hot, sweaty sexy time. You know, when he's not shattering his own world records and taking the gold in everything from the 200 meter breaststroke to the 400 meter relay to the men's vault and the women's uneven bars. You know, because he's Michael Phelps.

Man, our kids are gonna be so hot and awesome.

HGTV Warms My Heart

I have a slight interest in (and by "slight interest in" I mean "complete and total obsession with") HGTV and their plethora of home improvement shows, and now that Jim and I finally have cable, whenever he's not here I turn the channel on, sit back, and watch hours upon hours of people redoing their drab houses/rooms/yards into magnificent, color-strewn works of art.

HGTV = Heavenly Gleeful TV programming

Sometimes I try to recreate the "After" scenarios, but given that I have neither money nor creative skills above doodling stick figures and stapling my hands to various surfaces, it never ends very well. Given that I'm tired of accidental self-mutilations, and the shower curtain I attempted to string up as a pseudo bedroom door looks like I strangled someone and hung their misshapen body up against the wall, I've stopped attempting to decorate and just lose myself instead with the on-screen masters as they do their work.

Sometimes I think about how fabulous it would be if I sent in some kind of submission, and had one of the three dozen show teams dispatched to the apartment, armed with paint, pillows, and swatches of fabric, ready to tackle the apartment and turn it from "bachelor pad chic" to "amazing beach themed palace." After all, most of the shows are just people sending in pictures/videos of their sad little spaces, or having their friends and family send submissions in for them.

At this point, the bulk of our 'decor' comes from Ross' discount horrorporium (have you ever attempted going in there on a weekend day? Good god) and Big Lots! which appeals to my very basic Jew senses (I will admit that upon stepping into the store, I immediately go into nearly-epileptic fits of glee.) Both are great for decorating on a (severely) limited budget, but there's something about digging through piles of broken, jumbled crap just to find the one damn shoe rack that doesn't look like it endured a nuclear bomb blast, that makes it kind of depressing after awhile. Not that I'll stop going, because I love me a good sale (and when confronted with nearly an entire store of items priced at $1.99 or less, I just can't control myself) but it would be nice to have total access to expensive, pretty things.

Given the state of the merchandise in Ross stores, this probably occurs every morning

Granted, there have been a few things I've finagled that seem at least somewhat ocularly-pleasing, including these fake plant things that I'm obsessed with, even if they look
like they were struck by lightening at some point:

You can kind of see the plastic plant in this terrible picture taken from my Blackberry; so much for the fancy, expensive phone taking good pictures. Anyway, I also bought some matching candles to go along with the... plant and I'm hoping that "I'm broke and can't buy any other accessories" translates into "clean modern chic" here. A girl can dream, at least.

I'm hoping that once we get a better grasp on our financial situation we can go crazy and decorate the shit out of the place. Only a few more years for that to happen!