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
Sunday, December 30, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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
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
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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
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
Thursday, November 8, 2007
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.
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.
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