I had a photoshoot today, then a filmmakers mixer, and a small fashion show in an hour. I have a model competition on for an agency opening at a club down town miami beach saturday night and then a casting to be a new mom for Babies'r'us Sunday morning. I got a new netbook and am sharing a studio apartment with a kid named Carlos in Miami Beach. Everyone in my building I've met so far does not speak English (except Carlos).
Anastasia talks about hover technology and the stupidity in the destruction-based technocratic society humans have created on Earth. She discusses the ideas of raising children and love and plants and energy. She talks about learning every language, her parents dying from energy beams emitted from ringing cedar trees, and about realistic ways to curb air pollution in urban cities.
Outside Lies Magic talks about power lines and systems that criss-cross America. Things we have trained ourselves to not see anymore, what are the clues that lead one to discover what they actually are.
WiFi Miami Beach along Lincoln Avenue blocks access to blogspot.com and all related sites. I couldn't blog there.
I still have not completed one english assignment.
The Jolly Cricket added more hours to my schedule this week. I quit two weeks ago.
Alexander and I are head over heels for each other but I don't trust him and neither do the people I care about and love.
Inca's Kitchen is God's Kitchen. Food from the heavens.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
New Voices.
Rachel I know I have only met you once - however, I am SO glad you are on the blog with us! Accounting/business is not my thing either, it boils down to the fact that I do not care, that is when I realized I need to find something that I care about, something that I could even think about more than myself.
Sabrina - AHHHHHHHH Miami that sounds awesome!! Send me pictures I want to see the place!
I just came back from Austin today and am feeling wonderful. I did a mini film with Kevin and it was so much fun! I loved it. We had to do so many takes and at each take we got better - it was just lots of fun. Will write more later.
Sabrina - AHHHHHHHH Miami that sounds awesome!! Send me pictures I want to see the place!
I just came back from Austin today and am feeling wonderful. I did a mini film with Kevin and it was so much fun! I loved it. We had to do so many takes and at each take we got better - it was just lots of fun. Will write more later.
I'M IN MIAMI, BITCH!
well, not quite, not this moment.
But soon, really soon.
I've been going to one or 2 castings almost everyday in miami for the past 2 weeks. So i went on craigslist and awww....my future miami home was waiting for me. I am going to move in with Carlos. He is smaller than me and gay, it should be wonderful. It's a tiny studio apartment, 2 blocks from the beach, 12 blocks from lincoln rd. I was excited, then started to think about it and get a little scared/nervous/sad (it didn't help that i walked 2 hours to find it and it was a cold, gray day), but am getting back to excited again. so much to do and all these little things dangling over my head. I told my manager at the Jolly Cricket i intended to move to Miami a week ago, this weeks schedule she gave me more hours. it's frustrating because i'm working so hard and stressing about not working, giving up my hours. it's annoying. at the same time i was going to start working at Cafe Lucrat, so I'm supposed to start training on friday but I have to call their manager too and tell them I can't because I'm moving to Miami. I'm buying a netbook (hello internet and writing freedom! no more raping alexander's computer!) and I'm getting a bike for over there. I also got a fucking speeding ticket for about the same amount as the computer i want to buy, so I'm going to attempt to contest that to at least reduce it down.
Today, I'm writing this, looking up where my casting is, getting ready, going to best buy, going to work for 2 hours, driving to miami and hitting the casting, finding out if i have to go back tomorrow and maybe stopping in my place, and coming home again. it's the story of my life here. back and forth. back and forth.
Xander is going to help me make up a resume and train my ass to get a nighttime serving job there so i can at least make some money since this week and next week is going to be a lot of spending and it's stressing me out and paying back my loans for school is still not quite worked out yet.
got to run!
oh, and 2 days ago i had, maybe, the best meal of my life. Peruvian. it was a dream, it deserves a novel on this blog, soon.
But soon, really soon.
I've been going to one or 2 castings almost everyday in miami for the past 2 weeks. So i went on craigslist and awww....my future miami home was waiting for me. I am going to move in with Carlos. He is smaller than me and gay, it should be wonderful. It's a tiny studio apartment, 2 blocks from the beach, 12 blocks from lincoln rd. I was excited, then started to think about it and get a little scared/nervous/sad (it didn't help that i walked 2 hours to find it and it was a cold, gray day), but am getting back to excited again. so much to do and all these little things dangling over my head. I told my manager at the Jolly Cricket i intended to move to Miami a week ago, this weeks schedule she gave me more hours. it's frustrating because i'm working so hard and stressing about not working, giving up my hours. it's annoying. at the same time i was going to start working at Cafe Lucrat, so I'm supposed to start training on friday but I have to call their manager too and tell them I can't because I'm moving to Miami. I'm buying a netbook (hello internet and writing freedom! no more raping alexander's computer!) and I'm getting a bike for over there. I also got a fucking speeding ticket for about the same amount as the computer i want to buy, so I'm going to attempt to contest that to at least reduce it down.
Today, I'm writing this, looking up where my casting is, getting ready, going to best buy, going to work for 2 hours, driving to miami and hitting the casting, finding out if i have to go back tomorrow and maybe stopping in my place, and coming home again. it's the story of my life here. back and forth. back and forth.
Xander is going to help me make up a resume and train my ass to get a nighttime serving job there so i can at least make some money since this week and next week is going to be a lot of spending and it's stressing me out and paying back my loans for school is still not quite worked out yet.
got to run!
oh, and 2 days ago i had, maybe, the best meal of my life. Peruvian. it was a dream, it deserves a novel on this blog, soon.
Friday, February 19, 2010
yes, yes, finally
I finally got home!!
It was carnival week here, our Brazil’s special holiday, so we usually have a week off school or work.
Last week I saw the most beautiful waterfall ive ever seen. It made me feel really peaceful. I think I missed the simplicity here. I don’t go partying like most Brazilians do. I just enjoyed my time with dad and finish A Child of Eternity…. What an amazing book… it clicket, It clicket..!!! J I wish I had read It before… when I was there! I guess it wasn’t the right time. PLEASE send me your moms email.
Last night was the first day of school, back to the fucking routine…. I was in love with my summer vacation!!!! 2 months away! And I got to see Sabrina after 2 years! What else could I ask for!?! I loved it! I honestly didn’t miss ANYTHING about business school, I don’t like accounting or market I just don’t belong to the little business bubble. I don’t want to be like a machine as my lovely charles chaplin points out in modern times. I will probably be looking into something very different than my major as soon as im done… like most of us! I completely agree that “There is something so magical in that. And also so incredibly painful.” Ajna.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
drama
No drama schools accepted me. Yes those words speak the truth.
It is amazing how much more I have to learn and feel.
What was I expecting? To study architecture for 4 years and get into drama school?
That is funny Ajna!
I would be lieing if I said the rejection did not hurt me.
I would be doing a disservice to myself in claiming I am ready for drama school.
Changing majors. There is something so magical in that
And also so incredibly painful.
I am in love with drama, but it won't let me make love to it just yet.
So I shall spend this year studying, practicing, and being.
It is hard knowing that the schools do not want you,
Yet you plan on facing them the next year.
I have to create some sort of curriculum for myself.
A movie journal? Yes. Done.
A drama coach? Yes. Done.
An acting class? Yes. Still looking.
I do not have the so called advantage of being groomed for drama school,
Yet I do not have the disadvantage for being groomed for drama school.
ohhhhh my.
It is amazing how much more I have to learn and feel.
What was I expecting? To study architecture for 4 years and get into drama school?
That is funny Ajna!
I would be lieing if I said the rejection did not hurt me.
I would be doing a disservice to myself in claiming I am ready for drama school.
Changing majors. There is something so magical in that
And also so incredibly painful.
I am in love with drama, but it won't let me make love to it just yet.
So I shall spend this year studying, practicing, and being.
It is hard knowing that the schools do not want you,
Yet you plan on facing them the next year.
I have to create some sort of curriculum for myself.
A movie journal? Yes. Done.
A drama coach? Yes. Done.
An acting class? Yes. Still looking.
I do not have the so called advantage of being groomed for drama school,
Yet I do not have the disadvantage for being groomed for drama school.
ohhhhh my.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Whawhawhat Time is It?
I've been writing my theory course all morning and looked at the clock and decided I could make the pilates class I love (10:30-11:30) and still finish the proposal by 12. Got to the gym and wondered why no one was there at 10:31. Looked at the clock. It said 9:31. Its not that I thought it was off by an hour, I just still thought it was telling me 10:31. I asked the people there if we were still having class and they said yes, the class would be at 10:30. ...but isn't it 10:31 now???
...no you fucking idiot, it's 9:31.
Brandon's computer must be off by an hour and that's the only thing I've been doing all morning.
I got home. Nope, his computer now says 9:43. My gophone that I checked before I left also was right. Ninesomething.
Where am I? So far in my own fucking mind that nines are tens and I'm thankful that God blessed me with an extra hour.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Where I am at this moment in time.
I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will,
and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.
--Rainer Maria Rilke, as translated by Robert Bly
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For my French film class on Thursday, we had to watch Pépé le Moko, a 1937 early French film noir and one of my personal favorites. Elizabeth, one of the radio/television/film majors in the class, said that one of the themes she picked up on was, "Always beat women."
My contribution? "Women will ultimately cause the demise of all men."
If you haven't seen it, you ought to-- it's tremendously good.
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A quote from Wednesday's edition of The Daily Texan:
"I had a potential ticking time bomb of a health hazard down there."
We really need to find more articulate sources.
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will,
and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.
--Rainer Maria Rilke, as translated by Robert Bly
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For my French film class on Thursday, we had to watch Pépé le Moko, a 1937 early French film noir and one of my personal favorites. Elizabeth, one of the radio/television/film majors in the class, said that one of the themes she picked up on was, "Always beat women."
My contribution? "Women will ultimately cause the demise of all men."
If you haven't seen it, you ought to-- it's tremendously good.
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A quote from Wednesday's edition of The Daily Texan:
"I had a potential ticking time bomb of a health hazard down there."
We really need to find more articulate sources.
so much to say
So much to tell.
Sabrina that is hilarious - your last post.
My mom's computer is not working so she is using mine. She has a business to run therefore I should be kind and unselfish and let her use my computer when really that's alot harder to do than I thought.
I will write more about NY and Chicago later.
I have to go to government class today. SUCKS.
p.s Vicky and Rachel - join the blog!
Sabrina that is hilarious - your last post.
My mom's computer is not working so she is using mine. She has a business to run therefore I should be kind and unselfish and let her use my computer when really that's alot harder to do than I thought.
I will write more about NY and Chicago later.
I have to go to government class today. SUCKS.
p.s Vicky and Rachel - join the blog!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Hi Neighbors!
I was at the wine bar and met a couple. I learned that they live on the same street as me.
Husband: You guys didn't get a golf ball through your window about a year ago, did you?
Me: Why yes, yes we did! In fact, the window is still broken. My mom put duct tape across the window and it's still there. (Soft chuckle, head nod, smile) Yep, we sure did a golf ball through the glass and the window is still broken.
Stan: OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh! SSSShhhhiiittt!!!!! (hysterically laughing, falling off stool.)
Husband: Really? You're joking. Really? (astonished face) You have to be kidding...
Me: Nope. Still broken. My mom thought it was because someone hated the dog barking.
Wife: Oh, are you the ones with that cute dog that is always barking? She is really cute, what is she, a beagle?
Me: That's her. That's my dog. She's a basset hound.
Wife: And someone at your house was really into Nora Jones for a while. They put it on every morning and we'd here it while we listened to the news.
Me: Oh, yep. That was me. I'm the one who plays Nora all the time. It's the only CD that doesn't skip, and I got myself into a little routine in the mornings. I love Nora.
Wife: Hm.
Husband: I know who chipped that golf ball through your window. I can't believe it actually went through your window! I'll have to tell him.
Me: Yeah, let him know the window is still broken if he cares to replace it.
Fuck man. Fuck. I'm getting to know this whole fucking town and need to get out! Not that they weren't nice, but really? I need to leave asap.
Husband: You guys didn't get a golf ball through your window about a year ago, did you?
Me: Why yes, yes we did! In fact, the window is still broken. My mom put duct tape across the window and it's still there. (Soft chuckle, head nod, smile) Yep, we sure did a golf ball through the glass and the window is still broken.
Stan: OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh! SSSShhhhiiittt!!!!! (hysterically laughing, falling off stool.)
Husband: Really? You're joking. Really? (astonished face) You have to be kidding...
Me: Nope. Still broken. My mom thought it was because someone hated the dog barking.
Wife: Oh, are you the ones with that cute dog that is always barking? She is really cute, what is she, a beagle?
Me: That's her. That's my dog. She's a basset hound.
Wife: And someone at your house was really into Nora Jones for a while. They put it on every morning and we'd here it while we listened to the news.
Me: Oh, yep. That was me. I'm the one who plays Nora all the time. It's the only CD that doesn't skip, and I got myself into a little routine in the mornings. I love Nora.
Wife: Hm.
Husband: I know who chipped that golf ball through your window. I can't believe it actually went through your window! I'll have to tell him.
Me: Yeah, let him know the window is still broken if he cares to replace it.
Fuck man. Fuck. I'm getting to know this whole fucking town and need to get out! Not that they weren't nice, but really? I need to leave asap.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Beautiful Soul
I woke up in the middle of the night from a Dream.
Alana texted me, I still have butterflies.
Ahhh...it is good to hear from you. So so so good.
Alana texted me, I still have butterflies.
Ahhh...it is good to hear from you. So so so good.