belgh
well its time to update cuz i'm tired but can't fall asleep after working two doubles in a row and my dad is dominating the tv room for some ungodly reason at 2:08 AM.
looking online for auditions is really stressful and annoying and overwhelming. I wish i was a rich kid cuz then, hey, mommy and daddy could pay for a great agent and even if i had no talent, hey, i'd probably get on screen cuz thats where money gets you. the f-ing olsen twins have the most amazing internships and they JUST got into college. how does that work? oh yeah, fame and money from looking alike and being awful actors.
i'm auditioning for Wicked in a week. what? who does that? auditions for broadway? i haven't sang in forever and the dancing is a joke, if i even get that far. but i'm doing it why? because i dont have to work on fridays. and i'm "telling myself" that i'm only doing it for fun, so as not to be nervous/get my hopes up. but i know i'll get my hopes up.
so now i have to find some time this week when my brother and i are not working so he can take my headshots, cuz you aren't an actor without them. still, i think i should just hand them a card with my webshots url on it and tell them to go nuts.
poll: should i chopp all of my hair off? should i spell chopp with two p's?
i finally finished my resume. i dont know why i did it. i dont want to send it anywhere. i still can't figure out why my dad is half asleep on the couch right now of all times. some guy at work tipped me $55 on a bill of $95 today and told me i was beautiful in a non-creepy way.
my damned cousin is in australia till december -- lucky motherfucker
ALSO, so i work a double today, obviously, and three waitresses come in late, as always (the over 30 ones). they all somehow get the best stations (outside) while i'm stuck with a three-table station inside. on top of THAT one asked to take a table of mine cuz it was 'her friends'. 'her friends' tied up my 3rd table for a good two hours. and then they stopped seating outside. so the bottom line is: these women come in late, get the best stations, and leave before me - making probably more than twice the money i made tonight. i fucking hate people, i really do.
there is not a blasted thing to eat in this house either besides some really questionable bowtie pasta and i'm not okay with that. not one bit.
people, talk to me, tell me good things, good things
looking online for auditions is really stressful and annoying and overwhelming. I wish i was a rich kid cuz then, hey, mommy and daddy could pay for a great agent and even if i had no talent, hey, i'd probably get on screen cuz thats where money gets you. the f-ing olsen twins have the most amazing internships and they JUST got into college. how does that work? oh yeah, fame and money from looking alike and being awful actors.
i'm auditioning for Wicked in a week. what? who does that? auditions for broadway? i haven't sang in forever and the dancing is a joke, if i even get that far. but i'm doing it why? because i dont have to work on fridays. and i'm "telling myself" that i'm only doing it for fun, so as not to be nervous/get my hopes up. but i know i'll get my hopes up.
so now i have to find some time this week when my brother and i are not working so he can take my headshots, cuz you aren't an actor without them. still, i think i should just hand them a card with my webshots url on it and tell them to go nuts.
poll: should i chopp all of my hair off? should i spell chopp with two p's?
i finally finished my resume. i dont know why i did it. i dont want to send it anywhere. i still can't figure out why my dad is half asleep on the couch right now of all times. some guy at work tipped me $55 on a bill of $95 today and told me i was beautiful in a non-creepy way.
my damned cousin is in australia till december -- lucky motherfucker
ALSO, so i work a double today, obviously, and three waitresses come in late, as always (the over 30 ones). they all somehow get the best stations (outside) while i'm stuck with a three-table station inside. on top of THAT one asked to take a table of mine cuz it was 'her friends'. 'her friends' tied up my 3rd table for a good two hours. and then they stopped seating outside. so the bottom line is: these women come in late, get the best stations, and leave before me - making probably more than twice the money i made tonight. i fucking hate people, i really do.
there is not a blasted thing to eat in this house either besides some really questionable bowtie pasta and i'm not okay with that. not one bit.
people, talk to me, tell me good things, good things