Things that make me happy when I’m feeling slightly low….

1) Modern Family.

2) My boyfriend, who is always there for me, who is kind and sexy, plus also he smells really good.

3) Listening to “Hearts and Bones” by Paul or “Corinna” by Taj.
4) Going to the movies with old friends.
5) Eating egg and cheese sandwiches for dinner.
6) Getting a seat on the subway during rush hour.
7) Anything with Russell Crowe.

Knowing that Rome wasn’t built in a day, and that a bad mood simply means a good one is around the corner! Pizza for everyone!

xo

AWARD SEASON MANIA

I watched the Golden Globes on Sunday night with my mama, my bestie Mari (ha! that term! ha!) and my very patient boyfriend. (Who hates me, clearly.) His mom joined in the fun too. Gah, I love awards season. I’d say it’s like my version of the NBA playoffs, but I find that sort of silly and sexist, since I happen to like my Rondo and my Wes and my Dustin too, thankyouverymuch. Speaking of sports, does anyone else get really annoyed everytime they see Leonardo Dicaprio, considering the fact that Gisele went FROM LEO TO TOM in a hot freakin’ tall and tan and saucy minute?!!? How does her head not explode on a daily basis thinking about that….

Blah, blah, blah. Saw Crazy Heart. Am madly in love with Bad Blake. Considering de-friending a pal of mine who saw it too and referred to the film as “donkey crap.” IT IS NOT DONKEY CRAP. I loved it, loved it, loved it, just downloaded the sountrack on itunes and already have the wheels in motion for my new country singing career. Jeff Bridges was incredible.

Which brings me to fashion. Bridges looked great in that movie, despite playing an overweight, totally messedindahead alcoholic.

I love me some western fashion. (Though his “look” in Against All Odds always takes the cake….)

And I loved some of the looks at the Golden Globes sooo why not share?? Here are my faves:

Miss Toni C.

I love an evening sparkle coupled with a smokey eye. Plus my bf works on Toni’s show. (She thanked him in her speech. Not.)

J. Garner aka super mom. Class, class, class-ey. I love her elegance.

Some didn’t like the poufs on her hips and shoulder but I thought Drew looked lovely.

The original tran. It’s not so much that I love this dress, but the little lady in it.

Warning: major babe alert. Ay carumba, Reese. Ay carumba.

Sharp like a razor, steady like a traaaaain. Um….she’s a major babe.

And finally, Cameron. She is my best dressed of the night, and my recent Golden Globes all-star. I love this red. Simple and stunning. I didn’t realize what a secret fashion crush I had on her, but it seems like time after time, she always look original, sexy, and like she’s having fun. Me likey that.

And some looks I’ve loved from before….

Something about pale pink and black always does it for me.

And I LOVE THIS dress below. I don’t know why….it’s just so…pink and sexy! One-shoulder before its time, the runching, the sheen, her ring, her shoes…

And this is a horrible picture of her, but she wore this, like, seven years ago, and I still love it, esp those shoes with those killer legs…

Welp, I feel like an airhead. Whatever, I’m currently wearing an Esprit sailer shirt with pit stains that I bought five years ago at a charity shop in Scotland for, like, six pounds, along with an old pair of H&M wide-legged jeans that, according to a friend, make me look like “Mary Tyler Moore” whilst listening to the news blather on about Coakley and Brown. A girl can escape every once in awhile….

Lastly though, Meryl’s speech! Forget about clothes, that was truly special.

xo

Erm….

Just re-read my last post (yes, I do that from time to time) and I’m horrified at how bad it is. Where have my writing skills gone? I think that I forget how much time I used to put into writing my blog, and so I sometimes now want to update it, with minimal effort, natch. I blabber on for ten minutes, click post and….the results speak for themselves. Herrrrmf.

Well, tonight I ate pizza alone near 86th street, listened to some old school Destiny’s Child (you makemewannathrowyapageroutthewindow TELLMCI to cut the PHONEPOLLS….) and giggled to myself reading plays from the New York Public library (yay to saving!) at Barnes&Nobles. I remember when I used to get very drunk on Thursday nights (typing “black out” these days just feels very….unfortunate for my nineteen year-old self…); now a fun time is reading a stack of magazines for free at a book store while buying a coffee 10% off, because I pretend I’m my mother with her discount card.

Also two good college friends just moved to the city. HEAVEN.

Blake Lively on the cover of Esquire? YOWZA. She is the epitome of a girl crush.

Okay, I’m currently ignoring my boyfriend on g chat. Ew multi-tasking intergalatic web use. I feel so typical.

Goodnight.

Oh Dominos, you slay me.

Oh hey.

Okay, so those new Domino commercials that they keep playing non-stoporino are really getting to me. The CEO, Patrick something or other, just seems so lovable in them, don’t he! And so genuinely hurt when he hears that people think the pizza tastes like cardboard! I love the shot of the employees chanting “pizza! pizza!” Mighty Ducks style at the end. (Well, I’m not sure what they’re chanting, but I imagine it’s “pizza! pizza!”) I want to give Pat a huge hug and tell him I know he’s trying. What a guy. People are so mean!

In other news, I ran into 2010 at a restaurant with my boyfriend before a wee party, but no one did the countdown so I don’t really believe it’s 2010. (Hmm, I wrote “ran into 2010″ not “rang in.” Innnnteresssting. Me brain is failing me. But perhaps that’s a better term for how we move into the next decade. Tear. Emo.)

Well….I am very excited to see the film “Crazy Heart.”

R.I.P. “you’re a virgin, and you can’t drive.”

That’s all for now. I plan to launch a new blog (I KNOW I KNOW SOOO EXCITING) by mid-February. It will be a more focused than this one, and hopefully more intergalactically interactive. It’s about dunkin donuts and LURVE!

xoxo,

Gossip Girl

Seasons Greetings.

I am currently reading Lorrie Moore’s collection of short stories “Birds of America.” I suppose I am a little late to the Lorrie Moore party, but I haven’t felt this excited about a book in a long time. I feel like a little kid, looking forward to reading a story a night on my air mattress. I giggle getting into bed at night. I keep underlining things she writes, getting that weird sense that this women knows the inside of my mind. It’s faaaantastic!

Anyhoo.

Writing less due to business. Ha, I wrote business. I meant busyness. Well. Was trolling around my mess of a desktop, and found all this writing I’ve done about acting, and never posted. Literally, like, writing about the first student film I did LAST SEPTEMBER and how I got the urge to audition for it, and writing about the community theatre play I did in Milton a year ago, and blah blah and how its led to whatever this is….all I know is I had a beer and 2.5 glasses of wine at my acting’s school’s Christmas party last night and I have a serious hangover. My college self is deeply ashamed.

But, yes, I just found this word document (titled “shd” ?…I don’t know either…). I guess I wrote it last January, when I was in this play “The ShadowBox,” playing a fourteen year-old boy named Steve, aka my big break. Re-reading it reminds me a little bit of the feeling I had last night dancing around for hours with my acting peeps, or however I feel when I’m doing things with them, all the various people I’ve met through improv or student films or whatnot. I just feel lucky. I guess minus my frequent mental breakdowns (and my boyfriend’s exhaustion at them…eek), I love that by choosing this path right now, I get to be around such interesting, funny and open-hearted people of all ages. Hmm…that sounds like a Raffi song. But really. They are all so smart and kind. And all kind of nuts, but that makes me feel good too.

Anyhoo this is what I’d written about my Milton Community Theatre experience:

Something I like about acting: the people. Or, these experiences I’ve had, have been having. Three weeks ago, eating Chinese take-out, and listening to crazy people sing songs around the piano from Oklahoma!. Half the time I feel like I’m in a bad Christopher Guest movie.

The other night I had people over to my apartment. (And yes, by “my apartment” I mean my mother’s apartment. What of it?) The cast. It was low-key; fun. I ate a lot of nachos. Then everyone left but two cast members. We started talking about the play a lot; when you sit backstage most of the time (as I do, I ain’t in a lot of scenes….) you become so finely tuned to the script; I hear the words in my sleep. It’s a beautiful story. We each had so much to say and to share, so many thoughts about our characters, and their pasts. (Or maybe it was that I had thoughts on other people’s characters that were a bit more fleshed out than, uh, Steve, the boy who doesn’t know his father is dying, and likes chickens and pigs.) This sounds hokey, I know. But being able to hear them out, over a few drinks, was incredible. People in their forties and fifties. (As my father says, “Ancient”). At some point, it’s like, “how did I ever get through college not having people around me like this?”

The play, is really about death, and thus, life. Hearing Cliff, who plays Brian, my favorite character, talk about his father’s Alzheimer. The stories were painfully funny, and painfully sad. He talked about the stages, where you go from being like “there is no way I can help my Dad take a shower” to the bending over and watching shit come out of your father’s ass, urging him on. I mean, groddy right? I was practically puking up my Shaws cookies. But at the same time, so…enlightening, if that’s the word? Just…getting older, leaving behind your childhood, and yes, of course I know I’m young, younger than young. But just, life is a miracle, and so strange. These people raise you and take care of you when you’re helpless, and then it reverses? And then the cycle keeps going. Holy Mackrel. And all this coming out so…over cookies-ey.

Yep, that’s what the document “shd” said. Now I can put it in my trash. Hmm, I don’t think anyone reads this blog anymore. Poor me. I’ve been bad at writing. Blah, blah, meh, meh. Here are some recent quotes I like. (Liking quotes is probably the lamest thing ever. Whatever, guilty as charged. I totally want to run a card shop when I’m an old lady and sell quotable cards and gourmet hot chocolate and printed portable tissues. SO THERE.)

1. the path is not straight.
2. mistakes need not be fatal.
3. people are more important than achievements or possessions.
4. be gentle with your parents.
5. never stop doing what you care most about.
6. learn to use a semicolon.
7. you will find love.
- marion winik

this is your world. shape it or someone else will.
- gary lew

happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream.
- jack kerouac

OOOOKAY ENOUGH OF THAT.

Goodnight.
XO,
Gossip Girl.

So much has happened since I last posted!

1) I thought I saw Zac Efron in Guy&Gallard on 29th Street a few days ago. Spent 45 seconds breathing heavily and sweating and debating getting a second muffin so that I could approach him. Then the man-boy turned his head and….false alarm. It was devastating.

2) Today I was admiring my holiday Starbucks cup, thinking about well their marketing has worked for me this holiday season, when the 6 train came to its stop in Grand Central and I did that horrible tourist thing where you fly forward into three people as if you’re shocked to discover how subway cars operate. I essentially strangled and knocked down a petite Asian woman in furry ear muffs.

Yep, that’s about it.

Mooooonday Night

My dad, aka my roommate, is out of town for five days.

I just bought a bottle of red wine, a bag of Stacy’s pita chips, a package of fun size Hershey’s Extra Dark chocolate, and downloaded the following two songs on iTunes. 

I wanna feeeel the heeeeat…..

It’s going to be a great night.

(And I refuse to let the price of groceries in NYC bring me down. I just bought tuna, pasta and the aforementioned products, and spent, like, ninety dollars. UH. BRING ON THE HULU.)

HOLY IVANKA

It’s Friday Night. It’s 1 a.m. Is it wrong to be Google imaging Ivanka Trump?

I love her wedding dress more than I love sharp cheddar cheese on a piece of a toast with a drizzle of olive oil. And that’s saying alot.

She is  amazing. LACE, UH.

Also, just bought this song in iTunes. LOVER IT. Makes me want to put on a fringed suede jacket and dance. Um….

An old welsh witch! Happy Halloween!

(I’m wearing a normal outfit tonight (well, a sequined Dynasty top is normal to me), with the same pink wig I’ve now rocked since fall of 2006, for various occasions. Pink wigs are the answer to all the world’s problems. You heard it here first.)

OMG so much has happened in the past week!!!

Except, not really.

I got really sick. For like, way too long.  I’m thinking it’s from either:

a) the wee adorable babies i watch who have runny noses and fevers themselves

b) my gross sickly scurvy infected boyfriend out in LA who infected me on his romantic dash over here

c) one of the zoo animals i took improv class with last week or

d) passing vera wang on the street 2 weeks ago, and she breathed on me. (breathed on me? is that english?)

I don’t really like not writing with capital letters. Don’t know why I did just then. Anyherm, I feel better now. Hooray! I hate being sick. Especially when you’re sick on an aero bed. No fun there. Plus, I missed THREE AUDITIONS due to my illness, so if I never make it big, we all know way. Dev.

I watched a lot of Hulu while feeling faint-ish. Really into that new sitcom “Modern Family,” with Al Bundy and the hot lady from Happy Gilmore. Officially all caught up on Glee now too. I still can’t say I’m the biggest fan of all the song and dance numbers (which is sort of the basis of the show….), but all the crazy, snarky characters, esp. Mr. Schuster’s wife, make it worth it. I likey.

I’ve also watched the Nine trailer about fifteen times. I think my head will explode when I see the film. I really can NOT wait.

Dat’s a lot of star power! (Fergie…..your girlfriend….woof….)

Ummmm, Nicole looks drop-dead. I want that coat.

Can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t wait!

Thirsty Thursday

Juuuust hanging out in the room I share with my Dad, watching the Sox on mute. Thankfully, he’s not snoring.

Nothing else more to report other than I’m full from too much ice cream. And I’m really excited that the Socialist beaches herself on US shores so soon.

Speaking of long-distance relationships, my boyfriend and I have reached a new low point, or rather, I have. Tonight, I drew a star on my hand, and convinced him over grainy Skype video that I’d gotten a tatoo. He believed me and got a little upset. So yeah…long-distance relationships are so exciting…

Of course, I didn’t draw that star on my hand with this in mind. I did it this morning, in improv class, while contemplating how much I will never be Amy P or Tina Fey. But when Will asked me what was on my hand, I couldn’t resist. He spent twenty minutes totally not believing me, calling me a liar, laughing in my face, but finally I broke him down. I explained that it was super tiny, that I got it with a friend on Tuesday night, that it was an impulse and not a big deal, since it was so small. It was cute! It was fun! It was so not like me, and thus cool! He showed a hint of a grimace. He looked sort of annoyed. He couldn’t believe I didn’t tell him for two days. I had won. Score!!!!! 

Now I’m worried that he’s going to get me back my telling me he has the swine flu or scurvy or lost a limb or something. In my defense he’s been very sick and went to a concert two nights ago with a 102 degree fever, so I deserve to make him feel bad for a change.

ANYHOW

plans for this weekend involve a guilty pleasure screening of “Whip It” (totally crushing on Drew lately)

and also, “An Education.” I have three auditions, an improv show, and some Hedda Gabbler rehearsing. Fun times.

Lastly, my Dad’s words of wisdom on the whole Letterman affair, at dinner tonight:

“I mean….these women are in their thirties! How old do you think that cupcake was supposed to be in those Braveheart movies? Seventeen? Give me a break.”

Clearly, the man is on D. Letterman’s side. I semi-agree, though he’s still creepy. (My Dad, and Letterman.) And I probably wouldn’t invoke a Mel Gibson film for my defense.