Today started off with a hot shower... and it remained hot until I was fnished, which is rare... I think the whole shower scheme with roomates is like a game of tertis, only with timing. You see you have to push these two buttons approximately 15-20 minutes prior to your scrub a dub dub. You need to make sure that you're not interfering with someone elses routine or strategy... My poor Kara can't seem to get it right, she thinks she waiting a few minutes too many or too few, but she can't seem to get a hot shower. My problem is waking up with enough time to wait for the water to heat up. Anyway thats besides the point, The fact that wednesday the 23rd started with a warm shower means it started well.
Then I left an hour and half later than recommended for castings/fitting... Why? Because I sat and waited like a school girl for my loverboy to get online. Then there he was, andrew popped up and we chatted on Gmail chat forever. So that put a little hop in my step and I ventured out to the city.
Usually when I ask the people of athens for directions I've got a system; If they are over 50, don't ask. If they are a bus driver, they don't know. If its a male, he will help you even if he is making something up in order to lengthen the conversation. If I see an asian I go straight for them. Today I saw a twenty something asain standing at a corner, I asked him where sdhqweoriuzxcjh street was and he doesn't know, but pulls out his trusty map. Whiledragging his index finger to display "we are here" he says " It sucks traveling alone doesn't it?" I shrugged my shoulders and thanked him and headed in the wrong direction... He found me a few blocks down getting accurate directions from a 30 something male who walked me to the actual street, he laughed and said sorry.
I was early to the first casting. So I sat and ate a few helpings of sweet treats out of the clients candy dish and read my book. I'm reading For Whom The Bells Tolls by Hemmingway. It gives me the reality checks that I need, and of course inspired me to be a better writer and everything. But when Im feeling so far away and homesick for Andrew, I tell myself people are abroad doing much more difficult things. (but I bet they're not doing it in heels). I walked 8 flights of stairs in heels because I couldnt figure out the elevator, eurpean elevators- thats a different blog in itself.
I passed the most amazing bead shop next door and when I get me some euro I will be back to let my cretive juices flow. an hour later as I near my 2nd casting I realize it's at the studio where I just shot last week. So I was feeling confident in my navigation skills, but not so confident because I was not a fan of the whole shoot, the photographer talked about how he wanted a new job and was just very very uninspiring to work with as an "artist". As I got closer I realized i still had 25 minutes. So I get bottled water and some chocolate for 1 euro. I got up a few flights of stairs and wait for Disheveled George to come down, he introduced himself and I said I know, I worked with you last week. And he says oh yes, sorry I am so tired and so forth about how horrible his life is. He tells me (gasp) he loved working with me and will try to get me more work soon... I couldve sworn we'd had one of the worst shoots ever but go figure.
I now have to wait by the Iraklio train station for 3 HOURS!!! So Hemmingway and myself camped out in a coffeeshop. I was completely into this one chapter when suddenly; a man with a cane, who looked like he could've hopped right out of the story, starttles me and starts begging me for money. I said I don't speak Greek but if he finds some money can I please have some?.. Not really but I did say the first part, and thought the 2nd. 2 hours and 45 minutes later 2 models come strolling in and plop down right in front of me, they were waiting for the same mini bus as myself. So we stopped and chatting and then headed to the herd of cattle-i mean models- at the train station waiting for our mini bus to take us to our fitting for mondays fashion show.
5 outfits, 2 slices of pizza, and 8 hours later I find myself on the train, metro, bus, and last but not least- 2 feet, thinking about how the hell I'm going to rollerskate down a runway? there will be four of us on the skates... You probably will be able to watch us fall on our asses coming to a youtube near you, I'm sure... I'm trying not to picture it happen-because you know, when you create something in your head it gives it power, and it will happen... I just keep seeing myself falling down on my arse.
I am soo tired, im going to bed.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Beggin'
The current anthem in greece:
when i replay the memories of the times out here, this song will be playing over and over, while tapping my toes and doing jazz hands.
only 3 castings today so we still felt like human beings and not (as andrew would call it) model-robots. Kara and I spotted a Macintosh store.. I hassled the guy to give me a free european charger for the laptop they most likely had laying around somewhere, but no cigar. Instead, I paid 95 euro.. Im a sucker but ca'mon..dont act like you wouldn't either... images of future video chats with friends and family flashed before my eyes, my bookmarked favorite sites, and i could not marinate one more night in the 2nd hand smoke pit some call an internet cafe.
We are truly sick of eating fried potatoes and mystery filled pastries..So sinfully delightful at first, but now just plain.....bleh. We spotted an applebee's on the way to casting 2 and backtracked to the destination Americana itself before casting 3. We were bound to introduce Anna (from Hungary) to American food at some point so, we went, and she sat with an open mind. We had previously ran into a dude who just got here from alabama and was stoked to hear of an applebees, him and his german roomate eventually lingered in.. Soda was 4.50 euro which is like 8 dollars and a salad is like 10.50 euro...
Obviously, people in Greece don't leave tips.. AND its even more apparent that the waiters don't work for them. One american trait I love- customer service!
poor kara is tryin to sleep and my size 40 footsies have got to be out and about tromping around athens at 9am. Here it is already 1:am on tuesday... To you westcoasters its 3pm on monday.
I've already spent the first hour of your tommorrow on gmail chat with andrew.
Hope you're enjoying yesterday :)
when i replay the memories of the times out here, this song will be playing over and over, while tapping my toes and doing jazz hands.
only 3 castings today so we still felt like human beings and not (as andrew would call it) model-robots. Kara and I spotted a Macintosh store.. I hassled the guy to give me a free european charger for the laptop they most likely had laying around somewhere, but no cigar. Instead, I paid 95 euro.. Im a sucker but ca'mon..dont act like you wouldn't either... images of future video chats with friends and family flashed before my eyes, my bookmarked favorite sites, and i could not marinate one more night in the 2nd hand smoke pit some call an internet cafe.
We are truly sick of eating fried potatoes and mystery filled pastries..So sinfully delightful at first, but now just plain.....bleh. We spotted an applebee's on the way to casting 2 and backtracked to the destination Americana itself before casting 3. We were bound to introduce Anna (from Hungary) to American food at some point so, we went, and she sat with an open mind. We had previously ran into a dude who just got here from alabama and was stoked to hear of an applebees, him and his german roomate eventually lingered in.. Soda was 4.50 euro which is like 8 dollars and a salad is like 10.50 euro...
Obviously, people in Greece don't leave tips.. AND its even more apparent that the waiters don't work for them. One american trait I love- customer service!
poor kara is tryin to sleep and my size 40 footsies have got to be out and about tromping around athens at 9am. Here it is already 1:am on tuesday... To you westcoasters its 3pm on monday.
I've already spent the first hour of your tommorrow on gmail chat with andrew.
Hope you're enjoying yesterday :)
Greece Lightning
This was copied and pasted from my myspace blog from Saturday.....
Current mood: mellow
I was walking to the grocery store the other day and lightning struck in the sky... I found myself singing Grease Lightning.
I am going a bit crazy without my computer, the crazy part is that it sits right under my bed day and night. While my charger is floating around at the Greek customs somewhere. In the meantime Ive got the internet Cafe which drives me bananas, not knowing what kind of germs i am picking up while marinating in a thick aroma of secondhand smoke. For now my roomate is nice enough to let me use her computer.
I will be back on blogspot. (not that i share it with anyone but my self and my mother anyway) as soon as I find an apple store out here so i can get a european charger.
Its trippy to be out here, and i feel like a jackass because I only speak english.. and the other day at a shoot this guy was talking abotu how americans just expect everyone to know english and how easy we have it.
Im living with 5 other girls. Kara from Chicago, Anna from Hungary, Lucia from Slovakia and Jess and Emilie from Austrailia. Its soo funny to be living with girls again. I tell my roomate Anna I could just watch her for hours, cause shes so funny, think gidget with a hungarian accent. Kara and I have been teaching Lucia things of much importance to the english language... i.e. the camel toe, Which I think is to Greece as hairy pits are to the french? They are everywhere! Then I was having a heated discussion with some of the girls about bowel movements and such and Lucia enters from the other room asking ?WHATS POOP??... which lead to appoximately 5 minutes of pure laughter and the winning quote of 2008.
I find likes of people making out and shoveing their tounges down eachothers throats in the metro station or on the streets. It makes me shudder, but I dont know if I am really that repulsed or if I am just a little jealous that I wont be indulging in a juicy makeout session anytime soon. Let alone in Athens. I miss Andrew and Im sure my roomates are sick of him, due to my reflex to relate any topic or conversation back towards him. Im really not that bad..
Its not as fun to talk about my ailments or leave cluttered messes around when i dont have ol gomez to hassel me about it. Not that ive quit talking about my ailments. Because everyone knows about all of my shoulders and my uneasy stomach. But Ive learned that I think its kind of a thing that women do. After 10 to 12 hours roaming the streets, catching buses, trains, subways... all of us ladies take our turn on sharing which toes are numb and who has to pee or is famished.
I was attacked by a grasshopper the other day...twice. it was probably 4 inches long. HUGE. It had a dingle berry which was nice since it probably got lost in my hair. I really dont talk about poop that much but since Ive been here I feel like Its a daily subject. There are tons of stray dogs everywhere and they dont feel the need to look for a plush piece of grass to go number 2...therefore there are landmines on the cobblestone streets and sidewalks (which there are not many here). Tommorrow is sunday. Maybe going to the Parthenon? We shall see.
hopefully soon I will have my computer up and running
Current mood: mellow
I was walking to the grocery store the other day and lightning struck in the sky... I found myself singing Grease Lightning.
I am going a bit crazy without my computer, the crazy part is that it sits right under my bed day and night. While my charger is floating around at the Greek customs somewhere. In the meantime Ive got the internet Cafe which drives me bananas, not knowing what kind of germs i am picking up while marinating in a thick aroma of secondhand smoke. For now my roomate is nice enough to let me use her computer.
I will be back on blogspot. (not that i share it with anyone but my self and my mother anyway) as soon as I find an apple store out here so i can get a european charger.
Its trippy to be out here, and i feel like a jackass because I only speak english.. and the other day at a shoot this guy was talking abotu how americans just expect everyone to know english and how easy we have it.
Im living with 5 other girls. Kara from Chicago, Anna from Hungary, Lucia from Slovakia and Jess and Emilie from Austrailia. Its soo funny to be living with girls again. I tell my roomate Anna I could just watch her for hours, cause shes so funny, think gidget with a hungarian accent. Kara and I have been teaching Lucia things of much importance to the english language... i.e. the camel toe, Which I think is to Greece as hairy pits are to the french? They are everywhere! Then I was having a heated discussion with some of the girls about bowel movements and such and Lucia enters from the other room asking ?WHATS POOP??... which lead to appoximately 5 minutes of pure laughter and the winning quote of 2008.
I find likes of people making out and shoveing their tounges down eachothers throats in the metro station or on the streets. It makes me shudder, but I dont know if I am really that repulsed or if I am just a little jealous that I wont be indulging in a juicy makeout session anytime soon. Let alone in Athens. I miss Andrew and Im sure my roomates are sick of him, due to my reflex to relate any topic or conversation back towards him. Im really not that bad..
Its not as fun to talk about my ailments or leave cluttered messes around when i dont have ol gomez to hassel me about it. Not that ive quit talking about my ailments. Because everyone knows about all of my shoulders and my uneasy stomach. But Ive learned that I think its kind of a thing that women do. After 10 to 12 hours roaming the streets, catching buses, trains, subways... all of us ladies take our turn on sharing which toes are numb and who has to pee or is famished.
I was attacked by a grasshopper the other day...twice. it was probably 4 inches long. HUGE. It had a dingle berry which was nice since it probably got lost in my hair. I really dont talk about poop that much but since Ive been here I feel like Its a daily subject. There are tons of stray dogs everywhere and they dont feel the need to look for a plush piece of grass to go number 2...therefore there are landmines on the cobblestone streets and sidewalks (which there are not many here). Tommorrow is sunday. Maybe going to the Parthenon? We shall see.
hopefully soon I will have my computer up and running
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