Cowboys
Anthony came to my show last night and brought me along stemmed red rose! It was incredible! The show went pretty well and I felt on fire and filled with spunk and a surplus of energy. No notes again for the 5th night and counting…
did anyway else think that the SAG awards SUCKED!?! I hated that actors voted for Jennifer Hudson. That's retarded. She's not a real actor. I guarentee that she didn't even HAVE herSAG card before that film. Of course it should've went to the astounding asian actress in Babel. What's more difficult to play? A blind mute sexually charged and alienated handi-capped adolescent.... or a ghetto-fied diva who sings beutifully but undergoes no character transformations during the entire film? ARGHHHHHHH! Give her a grammy not an academy award! It makes a mockery of our craft.
"Hudson goes over-the-top, then tops her over-the-topness, and it is entirely possible the Academy will reward her for her intensity -- but still, is this really acting?" Peter T. Chattaway, film critic, RottenTomatoes.
Oh And ftr what was with Jada pinkett-smith introducing herself as an 'actress' when everyone else of either genders embraced the term ACTOR? Another uniformed diva!
Things with the cowboy are going well... still. Seriously it’s a big surprise to me considering that it all begin as the biggest rebound ever… but that was more than two months ago now.
On Friday we went out with Steven to this art gallery/bar in Jersey City called ‘Love Is the Message’ (LITM as it’s affectionately called.) This girl was really coming on strong to J and I got the distinct impression that they might’ve hooked up in the past… he denies it and frankly I’m indifferent as I wasn’t in the picture yet. J explained later that she must not have realized that we were together… probably because when we’re in public I kind of hide the fact. I’ve always abhorred those clingy girls who try to show ownership by draping themselves all over the guy and shoving their tongues down the guy’s throat every time a threatening female walks by. Instead I’m fairly quiet and observant… this was an art gallery after all and there was plenty to take in.
Unfortunatly this blatent flirtation brought up that God-awful “what-are-we-“officially- status” question that I prefer to avoid. “Yeah Soonyaa… (how he pronounces my name it’s awful! For the record it’s Son- Ya!) What are we? Are we dating or together or whatever?” I think I deflected the question but than later I shot myself in the foot by patiently explaining to him that I felt that the only reason they didn’t ID me at either bar was because he had been buying for me and they probably assumed that he wouldn’t be dating jailbait… So I had said it! J and I are officially dating….
Lydia got accepted to Oxford. That’s INSANE! She also got a callback for Julliard though thankfully she wasn’t accepted or I may never have gotten over the unfairness. She’s 18, the sweetest coolest & most humble girl and amazing at everything. I'll post the proofs from her Ralph Loren photoshoot when I get the chance.
I guess J could hear how jealous I am of her because when I was complaining that she could get away with anything because she’s so gorgeous, he looked at me perplexed and said “Soonyaa, you’re gorgeous too, what are you talking about?” But he has to say that. He even had the nerve to say that he’d looooove to have a threesome with the two of us. We’ve both always known that he was thinking about it but he didn’t have to actually vocalize it. He’s a Neanderthal.
Anyway I end up talking to the blond girl, Maya and I have this incredible connection with her and I find out that it’s more than reciprocated when she kisses me. It was incredible! What chemistry. It was beautiful! We must’ve made out forever and it was lovely. J was kind of awestruck and kept trying to get in on it but even though she had seemed previously interested, every time he’d even try to initiate conversation with her she’d turn away and say “Whatever!” in the bitchiest tone. It was hilarious! Meanwhile the “real lesbians” (I hate that they always assume that I couldn’t be one because I have long hair and am always in some sort of dress) were started giving us awful looks. Like it would be IMPOSSIBLE for two lipsticks to hookup. That we obviously had to be doing it for attention and that it couldn’t just be that we were genuinely attracted to each other?!?! It was reverse discrimination! Well Maya, her sweet gay roommate Adam, J, Steven and I all relocated to this other bar and I don’t think she and I ever really stopped making out during the whole way there. Apparently people were staring but we were thankfully in our own world.
Unfortunately I got really sick. It was awful and I felt like shit. But for some reason J thought I was faking it because he believed I was angry with him for paying attention to Maya! Where did he get this from? I detest how most males can’t seem to comprehend that a female could ever possibly just be drunk & horny like themselves?!?! For once I just wasn’t even thinking about him! Also he infuriated me further by insinuating that I had been merely making out with M to excite him!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, COWBOY!
The next day J and I made-up and went out for lunch and this trendy Mexican restaurant with Lydia and family. It was L’s final day in NY before she moves to India for six months to teach English. We all had a wonderful time and went to her east village flat afterward to smoke cloves. We got into an insanely heated and emotional debate about animal right and abuses and we had a tearful goodbye. I’m going to miss her like crazy. First I had to lose Stephanie and now my English rose.
Had a troubling dream last night that I had a baby boy. I named him Shakespeare and after the first 20 hours of trying and failing miserably at being a mother (I couldn’t figure out really exactly how to breastfeed!?!) and by nightfall I had decided that I couldn’t deal with it all so I would send young Shakespeare to Nova Scotia so my mother could rear him. I felt like such a selfish schmuck, it was dreadful!
Auditions are going well… as is being a professional observer at the actors studio internship. Seeing Ellen Burstyn moderate on Tuesday was the iceing on the cake. What a remarkable director & actress!
I hate to say it but I already miss my cowboy.
did anyway else think that the SAG awards SUCKED!?! I hated that actors voted for Jennifer Hudson. That's retarded. She's not a real actor. I guarentee that she didn't even HAVE herSAG card before that film. Of course it should've went to the astounding asian actress in Babel. What's more difficult to play? A blind mute sexually charged and alienated handi-capped adolescent.... or a ghetto-fied diva who sings beutifully but undergoes no character transformations during the entire film? ARGHHHHHHH! Give her a grammy not an academy award! It makes a mockery of our craft.
"Hudson goes over-the-top, then tops her over-the-topness, and it is entirely possible the Academy will reward her for her intensity -- but still, is this really acting?" Peter T. Chattaway, film critic, RottenTomatoes.
Oh And ftr what was with Jada pinkett-smith introducing herself as an 'actress' when everyone else of either genders embraced the term ACTOR? Another uniformed diva!
Things with the cowboy are going well... still. Seriously it’s a big surprise to me considering that it all begin as the biggest rebound ever… but that was more than two months ago now.
On Friday we went out with Steven to this art gallery/bar in Jersey City called ‘Love Is the Message’ (LITM as it’s affectionately called.) This girl was really coming on strong to J and I got the distinct impression that they might’ve hooked up in the past… he denies it and frankly I’m indifferent as I wasn’t in the picture yet. J explained later that she must not have realized that we were together… probably because when we’re in public I kind of hide the fact. I’ve always abhorred those clingy girls who try to show ownership by draping themselves all over the guy and shoving their tongues down the guy’s throat every time a threatening female walks by. Instead I’m fairly quiet and observant… this was an art gallery after all and there was plenty to take in.
Unfortunatly this blatent flirtation brought up that God-awful “what-are-we-“officially- status” question that I prefer to avoid. “Yeah Soonyaa… (how he pronounces my name it’s awful! For the record it’s Son- Ya!) What are we? Are we dating or together or whatever?” I think I deflected the question but than later I shot myself in the foot by patiently explaining to him that I felt that the only reason they didn’t ID me at either bar was because he had been buying for me and they probably assumed that he wouldn’t be dating jailbait… So I had said it! J and I are officially dating….
Lydia got accepted to Oxford. That’s INSANE! She also got a callback for Julliard though thankfully she wasn’t accepted or I may never have gotten over the unfairness. She’s 18, the sweetest coolest & most humble girl and amazing at everything. I'll post the proofs from her Ralph Loren photoshoot when I get the chance.
I guess J could hear how jealous I am of her because when I was complaining that she could get away with anything because she’s so gorgeous, he looked at me perplexed and said “Soonyaa, you’re gorgeous too, what are you talking about?” But he has to say that. He even had the nerve to say that he’d looooove to have a threesome with the two of us. We’ve both always known that he was thinking about it but he didn’t have to actually vocalize it. He’s a Neanderthal.
Anyway I end up talking to the blond girl, Maya and I have this incredible connection with her and I find out that it’s more than reciprocated when she kisses me. It was incredible! What chemistry. It was beautiful! We must’ve made out forever and it was lovely. J was kind of awestruck and kept trying to get in on it but even though she had seemed previously interested, every time he’d even try to initiate conversation with her she’d turn away and say “Whatever!” in the bitchiest tone. It was hilarious! Meanwhile the “real lesbians” (I hate that they always assume that I couldn’t be one because I have long hair and am always in some sort of dress) were started giving us awful looks. Like it would be IMPOSSIBLE for two lipsticks to hookup. That we obviously had to be doing it for attention and that it couldn’t just be that we were genuinely attracted to each other?!?! It was reverse discrimination! Well Maya, her sweet gay roommate Adam, J, Steven and I all relocated to this other bar and I don’t think she and I ever really stopped making out during the whole way there. Apparently people were staring but we were thankfully in our own world.
Unfortunately I got really sick. It was awful and I felt like shit. But for some reason J thought I was faking it because he believed I was angry with him for paying attention to Maya! Where did he get this from? I detest how most males can’t seem to comprehend that a female could ever possibly just be drunk & horny like themselves?!?! For once I just wasn’t even thinking about him! Also he infuriated me further by insinuating that I had been merely making out with M to excite him!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, COWBOY!
The next day J and I made-up and went out for lunch and this trendy Mexican restaurant with Lydia and family. It was L’s final day in NY before she moves to India for six months to teach English. We all had a wonderful time and went to her east village flat afterward to smoke cloves. We got into an insanely heated and emotional debate about animal right and abuses and we had a tearful goodbye. I’m going to miss her like crazy. First I had to lose Stephanie and now my English rose.
Had a troubling dream last night that I had a baby boy. I named him Shakespeare and after the first 20 hours of trying and failing miserably at being a mother (I couldn’t figure out really exactly how to breastfeed!?!) and by nightfall I had decided that I couldn’t deal with it all so I would send young Shakespeare to Nova Scotia so my mother could rear him. I felt like such a selfish schmuck, it was dreadful!
Auditions are going well… as is being a professional observer at the actors studio internship. Seeing Ellen Burstyn moderate on Tuesday was the iceing on the cake. What a remarkable director & actress!
I hate to say it but I already miss my cowboy.