Bad Timing?

So I guess coming to Fairfield may have been a stupid thing to do. I got a call yesterday from my calling service because a casting director wanted me in a production and they were going to give me a SAG voucher. I looked into flying back, but filming was on a weather permitting basis only, so they told me as much as they were impressed that I was willing to fly back for it, it probably wasn't worth the risk and they would consider using me in the future. I hope that there will be many more opportunities for SAG vouchers because that is the whole reason for doing background work. I know some people who have been doing extra work for years and still haven't gotten a voucher. I could have gotten one within a month of having started background work...

I suppose if it's meant to happen it will happen.

I love that I'm already getting to see my family and friends and that I'm getting to spend time with Ben and Pumpkin, I would have missed them so much. It's important to take them away from Los Angeles too. You start to become someone else after a while and it's good to go back to your roots. Even after only being there for a month I started acting like the other people on set. Getting upset about the long hours and gossiping about the "poor production assistant's attitude." Being away from it for a while will hopefully remind me that being in L.A. and having work there is a privilege that many people don't ever get to experience and that I should be grateful for everything I have.

Valentines Day

So after only having moved to Los Angeles a month and 9 days ago, I find myself already back in Fairfield. Don't worry, it's only temporarily and I am thankful for getting to visit so soon already. Ben is working on remodeling a house that his cousins just bought so I tagged along for the free ride.

Being back for only a few days now has already given me such a clearer outlook on why I felt it was the perfect time for me to leave. Along with the freezing cold weather I have found that being in Fairfield, as wonderful as it may be sometimes, actually gives me strange pangs of anxiety that I don't feel when I'm in a big city. In Los Angeles no one but my close friends, housemates, and lover know me. I get to start over with a completely new slate. I get to choose that for the first time in my life I AM going to be independent, I AM going to focus on my career, and I am NOT going to to settle for second best and almost perfect. I have that choice and so does everyone else. I think having lived in Fairfield for my entire life I became a bit jaded and only looked at the positive things because it is my home. I will still always love Fairfield, but I am so thankful that I have the amazing opportunity as a young person to decide what I want to do with my life.

On that note and being that it is Valentines day and I'm feeling the love, I'd like to thank all the wonderful people in my life that I often don't thank enough. I am forever grateful for what you've given to me and the things you have taught me. Just two short years ago, I was at the lowest point in my life and look at me now thanks to all of your love and support. To my girls who I will always consider my best friends: Sammy, Tiffany, and Michelle without whom much of Middle School, High School, and College would not have been possible! To my girls in Iowa City Isabelle, Erin, and Kelsey who I got to know better once I was no longer attached at the hip to the man who broke my heart, and to all of you who together pulled me out of my place of depression as much as you could at the time. To my girls in Fairfield: Rosanna, Leah, Jessi, Molly, and Bug who made being back in Fairfield the most fun ever!

Of course I'd like to thank my family for never letting me forget to focus on the more important things in life and to Ben for being the most patient, understanding, loving, non judgmental person I've ever had the pleasure of spending my time with. I love waking up to your smile every morning.

Happy Valentines Day everyone! I love you!

Picture

Here's a picture from the photo shoot Ben and I went to. I think this may have been the only one that turned out half decent. It wasn't the photographers fault, she was just used to shooting porn which never really has to look good. Generally as long as there are boobies, people are happy.

No boobies here, just sweet sweet innocence.

Double Shot at Love

So I was unfortunately selected to be in the audience of The Ikki twin's happy hour: a double shot at love reunion show on MTV. It paid quite well, but sent me soaring into 10 of the most painful hours of my entire life. Jerry Springer style.

http://www.mtv.com/videos/a-double-shot-at-love-happy-hour-reunion/1604217/playlist.jhtml

You can see me at second 38. I'm so amused.

You treat me like a princess, I'm not used to all of this

Yesterday I was working on set of Mrs. Washington Goes to Smith which is a Hallmark movie with Cybill Sheperd. It was fun because I worked on that set last week so I got to know some of the people and got to see them again, not something you always get a lot of in Los Angeles. Although, it's truly surprising how many people you see on a day to day basis that you recognize from places you've been or sets you've worked on. You soon realize that out of the 3.8 million people who live here and the 44,351 people just in your hood many of those people are on the same schedule as you: Wake at 5:30, on the road by 6:00, to set by 7:00, on set 'til 7:00, directly to Pink Berry for your much deserved reward, and then home for a stroll around the neighborhood, dinner and a movie, and at last BED.

Or a day off, which isn't ever Saturday or Sunday, but rather a random Monday or Thursday and goes something like this: Sleep in to the ungodly hour of 7:30, make pancakes, take a stroll around the neighborhood, tea and email time, hike up a random mountain to a waterfall, hike down the mountain to nearest Pink Berry, Lunch at nearest taco stand (which is very hard to narrow down considering there are always at least 2 in sight) home to tidy up the house, to the movies or the beach, dinner in Santa Monica, home for more Pink Berry, and then BED.

Kind of like a sunny vacation from reality 24 hours a day. Why only 38,148,493 people + 2 more (Ben and I) live in California beats me...

Here's what Ben has been doing:







I went to a shoot with him the other day and got propositioned by the photographers there for porn, so hey, if acting doesn't work out, I've already got another road to take... KIDDING. (This is when I was taught that we were in Porn Capital of the world. Yup, an entire part of California (San Fernando Valley) dedicated to the extremely prosperous business of making porn. You should have seen the houses around there, they were ALL mini mansions.

These two particular photographers were really cute though and included me in part of the shoot. I can't wait to see the pictures. (No we didn't do any porn...this time...KIDDING.)