Hollywood vs. the Skinny People
You know what bugs me...Hollywood goes on about how stars are so skinny and it's unhealthy, and they really should be a better role model. You know how we know these things are happening? Because it's all over the magazines and all over VH1. But you know what I think??
I think the stars know what they're doing.
They're not losing all this weight because the media is calling them fat. They're losing all this weight because the media makes a HUGE deal about them losing weight. And every time People magazine and VH1 mentions Lindsey Lohan's anorexic problems, they also mention whatever movie she's doing at the time. NO FUCKING WONDER THEY'RE ALL DROPPING THIS WEIGHT THEN!!! YOU'RE GIVING THEM FREE PUBLICITY!!!!!!!
So that was my rant for the day.
It seriously took me about half an hour to find that article in Jenny's livejournal. That's really the only place I remember seeing it. I know it's probably somewhere on Jo's website, but I felt like reading through Jenny's journal, because I'm that weird stalker girl to a lot of people (kisses, Jenny).
Why am I agreeing to be in Sam's wedding? I don't feel that close to her. Hell, I don't even refer to Ellen, who was basically my sister in high school as my best friend anymore. That honor goes to Dani and to Rose and to Becky Sue and to Candice. That honor goes to the girls whos room I barged into, fell onto their beds and was near tears because I thought I had screwed things up with Andrew before they even started. That honor goes to one of the girls who saw me cry in the back of the costume shop at 11:45 at night because I was so stressed out by having to run photo call. That honor goes to the girls who made sure that I got into Farrell the night of Terry's cast party; not because I was tipsy, but because they cared. That honor goes to the girls who write on my facebook wall and call me over the summer while I'm in Alabama.
Where was Ellen when I moved down the mountain? You know what image really sticks out at me when I think of her. I think of the night I went up to exchange Christmas gifts with them. Nikki and Will got their about five minutes before I left. Adam and Ellen were downstairs and Chris was upstairs, playing on the computer. Adam kept fucking around and being the disgusting pervert he is, and finally Nikki and Will show up. I don't know what Ellen got for Christmas; I had to leave. I got a plastic ornament with a picture of Nikki, Will, and their cat. Adam got a toaster oven. And when I went to leave, the one picture that sticks out in my head is the I Love Lucy Christmas card picture. The four of them are beside this huge decorated tree, with massive presents underneath it. And I'm in the car driving away.
That's what my friendship with them feels like.
Wore my new skirt today and I feel like a hippy. I feel good in this skirt. It's been a long time since I've felt good in the clothes I'm wearing and I actually had fun going shopping for clothes.
I also decided to e-mail Terry with my decision today.
I'm stage managing "Nickel and Dimed."
I feel like I've signed my soul to Terry Brino-Dean.
But in the long run, it's going to make me a better theatre major, a better actress, and a better sell to other theatres when I go for my internship in the next year or so and when I go to actually find a job.
Leave the love if you wish!!
31 MORE DAYS!!!!