today at the office
this guy comes in for a casting meeting, and he's decked out like a cowboy in a tucked in western shirt, jeans, and boots
and i'm looking at him, and I'm like "who the fuck IS this guy that is soooo out of place in Beverly Hills?"
and he walks by, and the guy I work with leans over and is like "You seen Capote?"
It was the actor who played Perry in Capote.
And such is my internship.
I read the script for the new David Fincher film that is currently in post production.
It's good-- really good. it's about the investigation of the Zodiac Killer, and is accordingly based on true events. Jake Gylenhall and Mark Ruffalo are starring in it. I don't think I'm breaching any confidentiality agreements or anything, as this is pretty much just information that you can find on IMDB.
When I'm driving through Beverly Hills on my way home from my internship, it's easy to forget about the pressing matter of money. It's easy to forget that moving out here could ruin me, that it could easily bankrupt me and send me packing back to New England for the rest of my life. It's easy to forget that I've left everyone and everything that I love indefinitely in favor of an opportunity. With that California sun, and the palm trees, traveling down Sant Monica, La Cienga, and Sunset Blvd, it's easy to forget that I am still miles and miles away from where I want to be,
At least I've also managed to get a part time job.
I'm been overworked and flat broke the majority of my life, so this should be nothing new, I suppose.
Anyone who loves me, please root for me. And don't be shy-- feel free to make me a mix (or several) of bright and sunny songs that can be played loud with my sunroof open.
I mean this.
I need all the help I can get
Frederick Shannon
3682 Barham Blvd
Apt J108
L.A. CA
90068
and i'm looking at him, and I'm like "who the fuck IS this guy that is soooo out of place in Beverly Hills?"
and he walks by, and the guy I work with leans over and is like "You seen Capote?"
It was the actor who played Perry in Capote.
And such is my internship.
I read the script for the new David Fincher film that is currently in post production.
It's good-- really good. it's about the investigation of the Zodiac Killer, and is accordingly based on true events. Jake Gylenhall and Mark Ruffalo are starring in it. I don't think I'm breaching any confidentiality agreements or anything, as this is pretty much just information that you can find on IMDB.
When I'm driving through Beverly Hills on my way home from my internship, it's easy to forget about the pressing matter of money. It's easy to forget that moving out here could ruin me, that it could easily bankrupt me and send me packing back to New England for the rest of my life. It's easy to forget that I've left everyone and everything that I love indefinitely in favor of an opportunity. With that California sun, and the palm trees, traveling down Sant Monica, La Cienga, and Sunset Blvd, it's easy to forget that I am still miles and miles away from where I want to be,
At least I've also managed to get a part time job.
I'm been overworked and flat broke the majority of my life, so this should be nothing new, I suppose.
Anyone who loves me, please root for me. And don't be shy-- feel free to make me a mix (or several) of bright and sunny songs that can be played loud with my sunroof open.
I mean this.
I need all the help I can get
Frederick Shannon
3682 Barham Blvd
Apt J108
L.A. CA
90068