Escape from Bridal Hell

...is nearly upon me!

This time tomorrow, I'll be heading to La Guardia for a flight down to kick it with Trent in sunny Florida for a few days. I can't even begin to describe how excited I am to be getting far away from here for awhile. The very prospect of not showing up to work for 5 seqential days is vacation enough in itself. I'm base-tanned, landscaped, and will be counting down the seconds of my last day at work today.

In other news - I'm going to do a little acting in the new Nora Ephron film. This one also stars Meryl Streep and Amy Adams (same as Doubt, which I find a bit strange.) It's Julie & Julia, with Streep as Julia Child. I'm playing an American Ambassador's wife at an Embassy dinner in Paris, 1950's. My costume makes me look like Joan Crawford. I'm not nearly as thrilled as I was for Doubt...but I am getting a SAG waiver for it, which is a pretty sweet deal in my book.

I'm still in a raging battle with Chase Bank to fix a mistake they made about two months ago. I feel that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Also, the last time I went in to make a deposit, the dude supervising the tellers tried to pick me up. It was the strangest experience ever. He lured me to his desk with the excuse of adding bounce protection to my account, and then used the oppurtunity to chat for an awkwardly uncomfortable stretch of time. He actually asked me at one point, "So, do you come here often?" Uh, yeah. It's the bank, and it's 10am. Don't use bar-lines on me at the bank. It's creepy.

Let's see...what else...

There's painfully little to report. My social life has completely fizzled of late. It's my own fault, and something needs to be done. I think I'm still sort of mourning the loss of something. I've been laying low from most of my friends, save my college friends and lovely roommate. I think I've just been in need of a break from my entire existence. It happens to everyone, right? I feel that this little trip might just be enough to get me back to myself. It's an exciting prospect...

And, we're back!

So, it seems that for me, this year officially began on March 1st...not January 1st. I don't really have an explanation for why this is the case, but I'll take it. I didn't have the feeling of resolve, of a new beginning, of a fresh start, until that first day of March. So here I find myself with a new outlook, a new lease on life, so to speak, and the suprising optimisim to get it all underway.

March 1st brought many changes my way, all of them implemented from within. I spent the first two months of 2008 sort of ignoring things and floating along, taking it as it came, but not really putting down roots of any kind. I suppose it was about two and a half weeks ago, when I said hello to my 26th year, that I began to see the need to climb out of this hole I've sort of been wallowing in and take control of my life....

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and now it's not march 1st, but rather, march 23rd. easter sunday. and here i find myself a bit renewed. i won't say it's a reluctant renewal - because i've definitely needed it. i've been unhappy lately. dare i say, extremely unhappy. i've been working for about 6 months at a job that i despise. i've (mostly due to the hated job) been unable to do anything that i feel is actually worthwhile for my creative life. i no longer consider myself an actor, which is terrifying. i seem to be "in a relationship" of some kind. although, it's not neccesarily the realtionship i want to be in - it's something that i enjoy, but not at all something that i feel passionate about. had i not had the passionate relationship in the past, maybe i would be satisfied with this. but i have, and i'm not. is that bitchy? probably. but it's true. so here i am, springtime in nyc and depressed as all hell. feeling numb, artistically stifled, trapped in a bullshit job, and watered down in a bland relationship. nice, right?

so, i went to mass today. i had easter brunch with my roommate, whom i love. i had easter dinner with (of all people) pittman, whom i also love. we talked about everything under the sun, from the demise of our former relationship, to our current ones, to what we've thought and felt in all of the time in between. he asked me about the guy i'm currently seeing. the nice one. who happens to be his boss. he also asked me about the other guy. the one heretofore referred to as "the boy". the one that still, no matter what, leaves me a little breathless, a little fluttery, a little weak in the knees just thinking about him. i almost felt guilty as i explained to him that i feel like that boy may in fact be the love of my life. and no, i'm not with him. and perhaps i never will be. but i still feel more for him than i have before or since for anyone else. it's not ideal or normal or healthy or functional...but it is something. it is something incredibly relevant in my life.

and everyone i know hates him. they've all completely written him off as a human being. they are appaled and disgusted by the fact that i haven't. i don't know how to explain that i probably never will.

so that's one huge aspect. then there's the artistic, which is stifled. i'm apparently writing this play. it's not getting done. i have the best of intentions for it to be finished and fabulous, but i never have the time or the drive to achieve it. i need a desk. somewhere to write other than on my lap in my bed. one's bed and office shouldn't be the same place. i'm not really participating in the company's latest major undertaking. i want to be, but it seems there's not reallly a place for me to fit into things. that sucks too, but oh well.

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And here we are again, and Jesus Christ, it's April 21st already. The Beckett has been done, as has the Japanese Suffering, a couple of student films, and some here and thereish auditions (including one today, which totally tanked.) I sort of backed out of the less than exciting relationship, although I can't say I did it gracefully. I'm still not getting any writing done, but at least I'm aware of it. I'm planning to quit the job, but I'm not sure when or how. Waiting around for something better to come along doesn't seem to be working out. So this post seems to just be an overview of the first quarter (EEEK) of 2008. Hell, I had to get something up here.

Mom and Dad are in France. I'm jealous. I'm going to run away to Florida to hang out with Trent and generally get the hell out of town for awhile. Why Florida, you ask? It's remarkably cheap to get there.

Let's see...what else...my house is sort of a huge wreck, but I finally feel like doing something about it...slowly. I want to get rid of a lot of crap again.

The Pope was here this weekend. My roomate got to go see him at Yankee Stadium, I on the other hand was adversely affected by his presence in the form of Papal traffic delays.

My best friend eloped. In Vegas. I'm still disappointed that there seemed to be a complete lack of Elvises (Elvi?) at the proceedings. She is now officially kicking the shit out of me in the unspoken wedding competition that doesn't actually exist. She's undefeated, 2 and 0. I suck at getting married. I'm pretty okay with that.

I think I shall just post this damn thing, and perhaps pepper it with photos of the up-till-now variety at some point. Enjoy, my three readers.

Sparse and Infrequent

It's been awhile, I'm very tired, and I don't see that changing anytime soon.

A few updates:

-I had an incredibly inspiring day on the set of Doubt yesterday. Have now been officially bitten by the movie bug. Must do more.

-Beckett is making me happy.

-The boy is on the officiall shit-list again.

-The running is down the drain, but scheduled to restart next week. It's just sooooooo damn cold.

-I'm dating a new guy. Very very nice guy. We shall see where it goes.

-Seeing Ben Nichols tonight.

-The job still really really blows. A lot. Need a way out.

Gonna sleep for an hour now.

SPOKE TOO SOON

travel bullshit. i hate delta. i hate chase bank.

i wanna throttle someone. for real.

i'm gonna go unpack all the shit i need to get ready to leave the house at 2:30 in the morning and try this shit all over again.

I'll be home for Christmas

You can plan on me.

Heading to the airport in a mere few hours, and I'm so happy I can hardly stand it.

There is much packing to do, much cleaning to do, and I'd like to get my hair trimmed if my girl is in today...

We shall see. Regardless, this time tomorrow, I'll be waking up in Arkansas. I hope.

Best Christmas present ever.

like death

food poisoning. or stomach flu. or something else equally unpleasant.

errgghhh. gahd. balls.

vom and trots and abdominal cramping and sweating and fever and...oh jesus.

no relief all day. none whatsoever.

It's the Holiday Season...

And I'm officially awful.

I'm hitting up parties and shindigs and festive soirees like, every other day. And this means - spending more money than I should/have on drinks and food and cabs and such. Awful.

It also means, being too sleep-deprived/cold/just plain lazy to do any running. Also, the joints are REEEEEAAAALLLLLY unhappy with the shoes right now, so I've sorta cut back for the time being. Lousy excuse, I know. Awful.

Aaaannnnd, it means that my "Holiday Cheer" has maybe kinda sorta crossed over into the realm of Holiday forgiveness...or of, um...Holiday weakness...or of, i don't know, Holiday "oh, what the hell-ness". And I've fallen off the wagon. Awful.

But not that awful. All of it is kinda fun actually. None of it is good for me, but all of it is certainly fun...for now.