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

wha?

I don't know where to start.

I sit here, now; technically december 30th 2007 12:55am

I cannot stop my head from spinning.
It's like the giant wheel on Price is right that the contestants spin....
I feel likeI took a turn to spin the one in my head and it won't settle on a damn thing

I leave to greece in 8 days.
I am soo excited
but my stomach feels uneasy
possibly because i just ate a huge slice of cake that isn't going to help rid the few pesky holiday pounds ;)
rather, I think I just don't feel prepared.
how can you prepare to be away for 2 months?
leave my husband, my friends, and I JUST got myself acqauinted with Los Angeles.

on top of it we just got a sweet new navagation system and a Wii with Guitar Hero...I won't be able to enjoy the new toys for over 2 months.

I just spent the whole month of december on vacation so I truly am starting to miss Los Angeles.

eh.

tis the season we all lose our heads, and stuff our faces

Well.
the itenerary for the next while consits of
starting friday:
9 days in Hawaii
back to Los Angleles for 3 days
11 days in Oregon
Back to Los angeles for a week or so
Then off to Greece for couple months sans Andrew.
( then back for a couple months and i think off to Asia?)
yes, months.
I'm off to work over there for a bit.
Get a little more money, a little wiser, and a bit more culturally educated.

I found out the other day that I don't have to get surgery on my ol' third shoulder problem
I have tendenosis. Which is a chronic pain in my right shoulder in which it's unable to support itself and my body and completely formed ....well de-formed itself.

all of these years and i didn't do anything about it. I'm going to the chiropractor for the 2nd time this week tommorrow.
prescription: 1 hour massage. Soo hard to swallow but I'll take it.

I have to get physical therapy, pilates, and on top of that 2 visits a week to the chiropractor.

Andrew, on the other hand, is as stiff as a board and his body barely bends in any shape or form

The Dr. said that we are in such bad shape for our age. We're more like an old elderly couple than two cool cats in their twenties.

...If she only knew! We spend evenings talking about our ailments, playing scrabble in sweatpants, and making snow angels in our freshly shampoo'd carpets.. We will save all of the fun and wild stuff for our 60's.

that about does it for today, I've got to dust off the bikini collection and toss it in the suitcase.


Goal for the next 24 hours: Necessities only

cold shoulder to the third power

cold shoulder to the third power
Current mood: restless

i can't sleep.

the reasoning is either one or two or three fold...
possibly more... but then that would be more like a chinese fan or an accordian, as opposed to a couple folds, like a pamphlet. (which I always picture when anyone uses that term/expression of "two (or three) fold").

My to-do list has barely been dented and i keep thinking about it instead of DOING something about it.

or

could it be that today I was bombarded with an ass load of information.
MRI
surgery
europe
three shoulders
say whhhhhat?

pass the potatoes.

Dr Pear, who remembles a string bean more so than a pear, tells me that my body was soo thoughtful and went ahead and created a third shoulder for me behind my back. pun intended? maybe.

although it's pretty awesome in the fact that I am now roughly 2 or 3 shoulders away from being a triceratops (which ironically is an herbivore as well), it's gotta go.



another random thought in closing.

when I sit down to a dinner feast, at a restaurant, or once in a blue moon when I cook at home; I quite frequently am found referring to my dish as "messy".

"this is messy" i declare.
Followed by a chuckle or possibly a snarle.

futhermore, the other day andrew said some phrase in spanish. So I patiently waited the usual 5 seconds and he proceeded to explain and said "its a (cheeky) term which blames the object for doing something wrong, (and some other nonsense ensuing that it wasn't the FOOD that was messy)" (honestly I kind of tuned out once I realized what he was saying.
the mess could frankly be the eater not the eatee.
who woulda' thunk it?

for once, I didn't fight the fight. I usually can end a debate with the ol' man winning with a valid point.

But he was right, I got flashbacks of my parents saying "when you clear the dinner table you can always tell where brynn was sitting because of the ring of food that circled her plate"

I pictured myself eating salad (semi-messy),cheese fries (messy), and and ice cream cone(messy if you let it melt).
totally the foods fault.
my mind ventured down a path which was pathed with images of myself scarfing down food.



guilty.
my food is not messy. it's me. truly and honestly.

let me get one thing clear; I chew with my mouth closed and dont make any grotesque noises. Its just SOMEHOW my food dances around my plate and lands elsewhere.

perhaps its just me being subconciously artistic, you know, making lemonade out of lemons, making christmas wreaths out of a vegetarian friendly salad, and so on.

happy holidays kids.
and may god and/or buddha bless you if you've actually read this

down-to-earth.

Annnnnnnd. I'm back.
holla.

I didn't go to hollywood. I watched oprah and fell asleep. woke up to tyra banks' crazy ass preaching about something.

So.
Looking back on my planner:
it was monday October 15.
I had a casting
a fitting
I had to stop by the agency for some new cards

Then I had about 2 hours or so to kill until the Heatherette show.

So I went to the Beverly Center and did some "Browsing" I didn't find anything pleasing to the eye other than some delicious indulgences at Godiva. And you better your bottom I indulged. I got some chocolate and savored every bite.

I started making my way towards the third level when I was stopped with a guy that had a polaroid camera while I was mid-bite into my truffle. He liked my "look" and "style" he was scouting for Levi's. They like to pick their people off the street supposedly. I gave him my agency info to avoid any chance of him being a (seemingly nice) skeeze.
He took a polaroid of my mug and then my whole ensemble.

He was a cool twenty something guy. I don't think he was a skeeze. You find a lot of those guys in LA. Pretending to be somebodies looking for anybodies.

So it had been a bit of a busy day but the chocolate and windowshopping kind of calmed me down.
I hopped in my car, payed my $1 parking fee and strolled down to the red light where you exit the beverly center.

I was (still) eating my chocolate when all of a freaking sudden

it sounds like a bomb goes off

then

a body falls.


roughly 5 feet in front of me,

I froze and felt my blood, my stomach, and everything else sink to my toes.

WHHHAT



the

HELLLLL?

holy shit. oh my.....




gosh. What the fuuuuu

ck.

??

My mind froze along with the ongoing traffic.

There was a man with a severed leg. Blood and guts squirting out of his chest, leg and head. His face was all torn up while his body tremble uncontrollably.

There was a cop car, two cars down, and they put the car in park right where it was, and two police men walked over. Their faces were stunned as the approached the body.

A young man comes up to my window and taps on it. he mouths "Are you okay?"

I realize my deer-caught-in-headlights, hands over dropped jaw-open mouth, pale-as-chalk. appearance read to be
"not OK"

I nodded my head while my hands remained covereing my face.

All of the passerby's and pedestrains were, I'm sure, just as shocked as I was

I watched the traffic light turn green, then red, then green again.

The cars behind me not knowing what had just happened, honking and yelling.
I cut off the guy in the left lane next to me and go the opposite direction on La Cienega.

WHHHAT?

I kept on asking myself

I didn't understand.
All I saw was the body falling. I had suspected that a car maybe had hit him, he flew up in the air and landed?

It WAS SOOO Loud though.

And part of his leg was on the other side of La Cienega.

I start bawling.....
and hyperventilating (don't know how to spell that)

I call Andrew while driving around aimlessly. Thinking I was going to have to pull over to throw up.
I just didn't understand

And if you were to see what I saw, In a movie; your immediate reaction would be "That loooks sooo fake"

The gore of the blood and guts and how his body was shaking, It was almost over dramatic.

I was able to snap back into it and get myself over to smashbox studios. I show up and Richie Rich is in his pink top and rollerskates, platinum blonde hair, everyone is soo happy and pumped up about the show. And I feel like I'm going to faint and/or vomit.

I don't know how the hell I'm going to be able to walk for this show. Everyone was soo happy and carefree and I kep on replaying that man over and over in my head.

I was able to collect myself.
I had some food and water after talking to my make-up artist about it.

She was speechless and wanted to make sure I was stable enough to proceed with the whole shindig.

Later andrew and I went back to the Roosevelt to attend the heatherette after party (I didn't feel like going but Andrew insisted I would regret it later)

And we drove by the Beverly Center. I was trying to tell him just what happened and exactly where it all went down (no pun intended).

I pointed and said " It was right over there by that---"
When I realize it happened right over where they we doing construction, and I look up on the building and see a bunch of construction men on the side of the building.

IT all makes sense.

he was a construction worker, who fell from the building.

when I had talked to Andrew earlier in the day, I was trying to describe to him how the man appeared.
"He almost looked homeless, but I know he wasn't, his clothes were just really scruffy, his jeans were dirty and he was wearing an old flannel shirt"

The next day I was talking about it while in line backstae at another show, And a girl turned around and said "You saw that?! I heard about that, I was there that day and tried to leave like an hour after that happened and no one could get out, they say someone fell from the building!"


I've since, had dreams of myself falling from a building, dreamt of slow motion reenactment of him falling.

It was by far the most disturbing sight I'd ever SEEN.

That was the start to my jam-packed high stress week.
which yes, added some emotional stress. Although, it most definately put things in perspective. Here; I'm stressed about photoshoots,fittings,castings,and runway shows. While some family out there is mourning the death of this man. I wasn't nervous anymore, I didn't care that I kind of looked a little 'unflattered' in the clothes I was put in, I actually got a really really clear mind for once in a long while.

needless to say, I spend the rest of the Halloween season in more of a disney-esque angles as apposed to freddy kruger Gore.

I'd had my scare.


Rest In Peace, guy. I honestly don't think anyone should have to go that way.

back into blogging

Today.
Is a thursday.

Kind of slow.
only had one casting today.

I was awakened this morning at 9:05am from a text message from shaeah.

I realized That I needed to have my arse on the couch at elite in 55 minutes.

I walk out and see andrew eating toast with jelly and fried eggs on in. in his underwear and an american apparel T-shirt he just bought at wasteland for $10.

So I turn on the shower, grab a brush and brush out my hair while stripping my "pajamas".

In the mean time Andrew rises from his morning feast to try and steal the shower from me! I scolded him like a puppy in the wrong, and took a 2 minute shower.

I had to be ready in time to take andrew to work and be presentable for superficial analysis.
Anyway, aside from the predicament this morning of needing to be two places at once, I got there, and the client was late anyway so I was fine. I was able to catch up with some girls I hadn't seen a litte while.

Finally I'm at home, I've eaten my lunch. chased with some delicious chocolate.

next on the agenda: Nothing.


yeeeeeehaw!!

yes thats me 2 minutes ago, im alone. celebrating my solitude and blank space on the agenda.

I'm seriously debating driving out to hollywood to buy this hat I spotted on sunset Blvd a week ago. It was dirt cheap. Like 19 bucks or something. It just I spend so much time in that damn car, I'm on the fence about the drive, also traffic is soo unpredictable.

I still need to tell the story of The Beverly Center crisis.
Perhaps, I will later today? A double post? I think so.

whirlwind-ed.

whhhhhew


Man oh man,


It's been over a month.

Fashion week, busy week, losing my day job, seeing a man fall from a building onto the cement less than 5 feet on front of me..

enough to say I've crashed about a handful of times physically and mentally.
WHEW.

Things are evening out.
For two weeks may days started roughly around 7am and the latest I turned in was 1:30am.
All while trying to remain calm cool collected, oh and of course fabulous.

My weight dropped
my skin broke out
and my body was like a candle without any wax left that myself and others kept on trying to light up.

in the end I've frizzle frazzeled.

My skin is kind of calming down.
My weight's put back on,
and i find myself hanging upside down and stretching a lot as of late to even out my stress levels.
along with throwing the occaional cooking pot at the wall...

I've got so much to write out on paper.
or type out on a blog, whatever
but it is 1:11am and I've got to be up and out the door by 9:00am tommorrow.

I've got to take Andrew to work and then be over at Elite at 10am for a casting.
I swear I live in that car.
Which has water bottles, red bull cans, and candy wrappers beadazzling the interior like a christmas tree
perhaps I'll leave it in preparation for the upcoming holidays.


Yaaawwwn. how boring
I am extremely homesick for my family

I miss my moms presence and her cooking, my dads dumb jokes and moral support, my sisters laugh and her quirky little gestures, my brothers sparatic detailed stories which are told on high volume. I miss my little copy cat Temio who thinks that since both Disneyland and I are both in california; That Donald duck, goofy, andrew and I sit around eating snacks and play scrabble. I miss my overweight, lazy, irresistable dogs.

I miss the days in Hawaii where there was nothing to do but ride bikes to McDonalds to get a 99 cent ice cream cone and then head to the beach.

On Tuesday I've got a shoot in Palm Springs, I wish I could check out for a week and just stay there and camp out at a local retirement home and talk story around the pool with the old folks. I'm thinking if the funds are available I will scout out the supposedly amazing outlet mall and hunt for designer deals. for some retail therapy.


I shall start a countdown

3 weeks until thanksgiving.

1 month until Hawaii

And shortly after I will be in Portland eating moms delightful creations

I've enclosed 2 photos: How I feel, and how I have to look to make a buck.
It may just be difficult to tell the difference.