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enjoy...and as always,
Bon Appetit!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Coping with Life and Death
Two posts in one day?!?!? What is wrong with me?
Well, the last post had to be its own post. It should have been posted last week, but I didn't get around to it.
As for this post...
Shortly after speaking with the old man, and being enlightened to the wonders of life, I had to cope with death.
Before you start asking me who died, I will spoil the ending: two of our fish.
You may be thinking, "Emily, it was just a fish...are you really going to dedicate a post to it?"
Well, sort of.
Lucy, Amanda's silver Molly, had gotten "Broken-Swim-Bladder". Basically, fish have this thing called a swim bladder, when it breaks the fish pretty much becomes paralyzed in its rear half of its body. Also, the swim bladder helps keep the fish from floating. So, Lucy was bent in a ninety degree angle and kept unintentionally floating to the top.
I spent twenty minutes on the phone with PetCo. She said there is no evidence that BSB is painful for the fish. Some die within forty-eight hours some live a much longer time. She told me most people put the fish out of their misery though.
I understood why. Looking at Lucy: Bent, fighting to stay down at the bottom of the tank, swimming sideways with only the use of her front fins. It was devastating.
At the same time, our Pleco, Julius Caesar was having similar problems. He wasn't bent, but was having trouble staying stuck to the sides of the tank.
I offered to scoop and flush the two, because Amanda couldn't bear to watch. I, at the time, was doing alright.
I tried getting them in the net at the same time, but it wasn't working out. I got Caesar first and went and plopped him in the toilet. I didn't flush it, because we wanted them to go down together. So, I went back for Lucy.
Once netted, I headed back to the bathroom. Caesar was gone. He swam down all by himself. I dropped Lucy in and flushed.
We are down to three fish, from six.
I thought I was ok with this.
A little while later I called my mom to have a normal routine conversation. It came up that we had some issues with the fish and it hit me.
All of the sudden I was struck by emotion. Not the fact that our Fish were gone...but the circumstances in which it happened. I had to flush two LIVE fish. Two of God's living creatures. That was one thing to grasp. I realized it was for their own good soon after and that's when the big one hit me.
As I watched her try to swim, try to live, I felt so helpless. A living creature that was dying and there was nothing I could do. It was so devastating, and this all hit me when I was describing what happened to my mom. And then the waterworks started.
Ok, so I can point all the emotional sappy stuff to hormones....if you catch my drift....
But this is the first time I have had to watch something die. First William Sharkspeare and then Caesar and Lucy. All three fought to live and fought to die. And I was witness to all. It may have only been fish, but I watched them all die and could do nothing about it. You would think I could handle the death of a fish, being that I have had to cope with larger issues in life....but this really had an effect on me.
I am no longer as hormonal as I was, which I'm sure contributed to the series of events.
I'm pretty sure all has passed, considering I ate a whole package of Goldfish with no problem....
I am just finding it interesting that I have been paying more attention to the small but significant aspects of life recently. More importantly, not intentionally it's just happening. What is this a sign of? Well, we will just have to see.
Until then,
Bon Appetit
Well, the last post had to be its own post. It should have been posted last week, but I didn't get around to it.
As for this post...
Shortly after speaking with the old man, and being enlightened to the wonders of life, I had to cope with death.
Before you start asking me who died, I will spoil the ending: two of our fish.
You may be thinking, "Emily, it was just a fish...are you really going to dedicate a post to it?"
Well, sort of.
Lucy, Amanda's silver Molly, had gotten "Broken-Swim-Bladder". Basically, fish have this thing called a swim bladder, when it breaks the fish pretty much becomes paralyzed in its rear half of its body. Also, the swim bladder helps keep the fish from floating. So, Lucy was bent in a ninety degree angle and kept unintentionally floating to the top.
I spent twenty minutes on the phone with PetCo. She said there is no evidence that BSB is painful for the fish. Some die within forty-eight hours some live a much longer time. She told me most people put the fish out of their misery though.
I understood why. Looking at Lucy: Bent, fighting to stay down at the bottom of the tank, swimming sideways with only the use of her front fins. It was devastating.
At the same time, our Pleco, Julius Caesar was having similar problems. He wasn't bent, but was having trouble staying stuck to the sides of the tank.
I offered to scoop and flush the two, because Amanda couldn't bear to watch. I, at the time, was doing alright.
I tried getting them in the net at the same time, but it wasn't working out. I got Caesar first and went and plopped him in the toilet. I didn't flush it, because we wanted them to go down together. So, I went back for Lucy.
Once netted, I headed back to the bathroom. Caesar was gone. He swam down all by himself. I dropped Lucy in and flushed.
We are down to three fish, from six.
I thought I was ok with this.
A little while later I called my mom to have a normal routine conversation. It came up that we had some issues with the fish and it hit me.
All of the sudden I was struck by emotion. Not the fact that our Fish were gone...but the circumstances in which it happened. I had to flush two LIVE fish. Two of God's living creatures. That was one thing to grasp. I realized it was for their own good soon after and that's when the big one hit me.
As I watched her try to swim, try to live, I felt so helpless. A living creature that was dying and there was nothing I could do. It was so devastating, and this all hit me when I was describing what happened to my mom. And then the waterworks started.
Ok, so I can point all the emotional sappy stuff to hormones....if you catch my drift....
But this is the first time I have had to watch something die. First William Sharkspeare and then Caesar and Lucy. All three fought to live and fought to die. And I was witness to all. It may have only been fish, but I watched them all die and could do nothing about it. You would think I could handle the death of a fish, being that I have had to cope with larger issues in life....but this really had an effect on me.
I am no longer as hormonal as I was, which I'm sure contributed to the series of events.
I'm pretty sure all has passed, considering I ate a whole package of Goldfish with no problem....
I am just finding it interesting that I have been paying more attention to the small but significant aspects of life recently. More importantly, not intentionally it's just happening. What is this a sign of? Well, we will just have to see.
Until then,
Bon Appetit
The Pharmacy and the Old Man
Earlier in the month, I had a routine trip to the doctor to discuss the recent blood tests on my Thyroid. Turns out, I went from having HYPO-thyroidism to HYPER-thyroidism... Don't ask me how. Basically, the doctor is lowering my dose of medication. [one of the long term side effects, which unfortunately isn't reversible, is the popping of one's eyes....I don't need that to happen to me...picture it, come on, picture it....there it is. Yeah, can't happen]
They have a pharmacy right in the office, so I went on over. Turns out the computers were being slow and the prescription had yet to transfer over. So, I took a seat.
A few minutes later and old man sits a few seats down from me... Here is where our story begins...
"You go to ASU?" the old man asked upon noticing my ASU t-shirt and bag.
"I do" was all I could muster up.
"Thirty Thousand people go there. How crazy is that?"
"Actually it's more than that" there are over seventy thousand.
"Thirty Three thousand, and that's just the students" he proclaimed.
"Yes, it's a big school"
"My son went there. After he graduated he went to Johns Hopkins and became a doctor. Yep, my son's a doctor. I cannot believe my oldest son is in his sixties. I turn eighty seven this year" he trailed off and stared out nostalgically.
"That's remarkable" is all I could say
After a moment the Old Man turned back to me and continued with our conversation, "I used to make planes and missiles."
"Is that so?"
"I never went to college, and I made planes. I did school through the mail. They would send me a book. I would answer the questions and do the exercises and mail the book back. Then they would send me another. I had to draw the parts of the plane to scale. Some to the hundredths of an inch. Hundredths of an inch!"
"Wow"
"What are you studying?"
"Theatre."
"What?" he leans in closer.
I spoke slightly louder, "Theatre."
"If I had to go back, that's what I would do."
"Really?!"
"I used to make planes and missiles. I had to draw the parts of a plane to the hundredths of an inch."
"That's remarkable"
"The metal we used, it was the strongest metal in the world. But it would still bend under the pressure of the engine. After so many flights we would have to replace it. The strongest metal in the world...but it would bend."
"Wow"
"Now I am a self made artist. I love the beach. I found a shell and drew a bird on it, carved it out and now" he pulls a necklace from his shirt "I wear it around my neck."
"That's beautiful" and it was.
"Here. I want you to have this."
He hands me an object, still not quite sure what it is, made of pipe cleaners and beads.
"Thank you."
The pharmasist informs him that his prescription will not be ready until the next day at noon.
"I'm free?! Until noon tomorrow anyway."
He then turned back to me..."Good luck with your theatre thing. You have to looks for it." He turns and starts to walk out.
After a few seconds he turns back, "I hope you have the talent to match." He turned around and left.
"Me too mystery old man, me too."
Shortly after, the pharmacist called me up and gave me my prescription. I left, holding the token the old man gave me.
Most of the time, we avoid strangers...I mean, that's what we are told to do when we are younger. It is different as you get older though. You get less concerned about being kidnapped and more concerned with not being bothered. I must admit, when I saw the man look over at me, I was hoping he would keep to himself. I'm glad he didn't. Although we only talked for about ten minutes, I felt the Lord's presence in this man. I felt human. Humbled. He teared up when he was talking about his son's accomplishments and the fact that he is still alive to see his son venture into his sixties and the old man himself into his eighties. I take so much for granted. Those ten minutes opened my eyes to the simple wonders of life, and how important it is to never overlook them. Thank you Mystery Old Man.
In the words of a kind stranger, "It was the hardest metal, but it still would bend."
Life is full of turbulence but the tough stuff can still be bent.
Bon Appetit
They have a pharmacy right in the office, so I went on over. Turns out the computers were being slow and the prescription had yet to transfer over. So, I took a seat.
A few minutes later and old man sits a few seats down from me... Here is where our story begins...
"You go to ASU?" the old man asked upon noticing my ASU t-shirt and bag.
"I do" was all I could muster up.
"Thirty Thousand people go there. How crazy is that?"
"Actually it's more than that" there are over seventy thousand.
"Thirty Three thousand, and that's just the students" he proclaimed.
"Yes, it's a big school"
"My son went there. After he graduated he went to Johns Hopkins and became a doctor. Yep, my son's a doctor. I cannot believe my oldest son is in his sixties. I turn eighty seven this year" he trailed off and stared out nostalgically.
"That's remarkable" is all I could say
After a moment the Old Man turned back to me and continued with our conversation, "I used to make planes and missiles."
"Is that so?"
"I never went to college, and I made planes. I did school through the mail. They would send me a book. I would answer the questions and do the exercises and mail the book back. Then they would send me another. I had to draw the parts of the plane to scale. Some to the hundredths of an inch. Hundredths of an inch!"
"Wow"
"What are you studying?"
"Theatre."
"What?" he leans in closer.
I spoke slightly louder, "Theatre."
"If I had to go back, that's what I would do."
"Really?!"
"I used to make planes and missiles. I had to draw the parts of a plane to the hundredths of an inch."
"That's remarkable"
"The metal we used, it was the strongest metal in the world. But it would still bend under the pressure of the engine. After so many flights we would have to replace it. The strongest metal in the world...but it would bend."
"Wow"
"Now I am a self made artist. I love the beach. I found a shell and drew a bird on it, carved it out and now" he pulls a necklace from his shirt "I wear it around my neck."
"That's beautiful" and it was.
"Here. I want you to have this."
He hands me an object, still not quite sure what it is, made of pipe cleaners and beads.
"Thank you."
The pharmasist informs him that his prescription will not be ready until the next day at noon.
"I'm free?! Until noon tomorrow anyway."
He then turned back to me..."Good luck with your theatre thing. You have to looks for it." He turns and starts to walk out.
After a few seconds he turns back, "I hope you have the talent to match." He turned around and left.
"Me too mystery old man, me too."
Shortly after, the pharmacist called me up and gave me my prescription. I left, holding the token the old man gave me.
Most of the time, we avoid strangers...I mean, that's what we are told to do when we are younger. It is different as you get older though. You get less concerned about being kidnapped and more concerned with not being bothered. I must admit, when I saw the man look over at me, I was hoping he would keep to himself. I'm glad he didn't. Although we only talked for about ten minutes, I felt the Lord's presence in this man. I felt human. Humbled. He teared up when he was talking about his son's accomplishments and the fact that he is still alive to see his son venture into his sixties and the old man himself into his eighties. I take so much for granted. Those ten minutes opened my eyes to the simple wonders of life, and how important it is to never overlook them. Thank you Mystery Old Man.
In the words of a kind stranger, "It was the hardest metal, but it still would bend."
Life is full of turbulence but the tough stuff can still be bent.
Bon Appetit
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Viva Las Vegas, Star Wars, XXX and pregnant fish.
This title sounds like a bad movie plot....but instead is the plot of my life right now...how sad is that.
As the week reaches its midpoint, my roommates and I are getting anxious for the weekend.
Tomorrow at about 4 o'clock....we will hit the road and embark on a 6 hour trek through the desert to our ultimate destination: Las Vegas.
Ok, so it might not be the "ultimate" destination..but it is our destination for the long holiday weekend.
What is on our itinerary, you might ask....
Well, we are going to explore the Las Vegas strip, we are going to hike through Red Rock canyon followed by bowling at Red Rock casino, hit Freemont Street and hang out with my fam.
Sounds like a good weekend to me. :)
I am also excited to work on a school project while I am home. It is for my Spielberg/Lucas class. I have to interview people retelling Star Wars. The examples we watched in class were hilarious. It's funnier when the people you interview don't recall the movies at all.
Dad happens to know Star Wars like the back of his hand, but mom doesn't. And when I get home I am going to interview the Sanchez family, which should be very entertaining. When the final project is all filmed and edited I will definitely post it on Facebook.
One last bit of business before I say TTFN.
Amanda and I have realized that we are being attacked with the "That's what she said" ghost. Or at least that's how it started. We were sitting at home, watching tv when one of us said something and the other's eyes got really big and we started laughing hysterically. Of course, it was taken out of context (we are not teenage boys...)...but it happens all the time now. AND to top it all off, all of our classes (and I am not exaggerating) have talked about sex since we started two weeks ago. Modern tv and movies cannot avoid the topic either. So we are immersed in a culture obsessed with sex, and it (while at times is really really funny) can be quite awkward.
Disclaimer: On behalf of Amanda and Myself, we do not talk/joke about sex 24/7, but when it does come up, it's hard to stop (that's what she said...see what I mean).
OH
and Amanda's fish Ricky is either sick or is not a Ricky but is a Rickina and we will see little fish soon. We cannot tell, and we cannot decide what we want to verdict to be. We don't want the fish to be sick and die, but she/it could have over 40 babies and she will eat them. So....I guess we will just have to see.
I'm going to go back to watching Man vs. Food now....the show makes me sick and hungry at the same time. I would never be able to overindulge like that, but the food looks delicious.
On that note....
Bon Appetit!
As the week reaches its midpoint, my roommates and I are getting anxious for the weekend.
Tomorrow at about 4 o'clock....we will hit the road and embark on a 6 hour trek through the desert to our ultimate destination: Las Vegas.
Ok, so it might not be the "ultimate" destination..but it is our destination for the long holiday weekend.
What is on our itinerary, you might ask....
Well, we are going to explore the Las Vegas strip, we are going to hike through Red Rock canyon followed by bowling at Red Rock casino, hit Freemont Street and hang out with my fam.
Sounds like a good weekend to me. :)
I am also excited to work on a school project while I am home. It is for my Spielberg/Lucas class. I have to interview people retelling Star Wars. The examples we watched in class were hilarious. It's funnier when the people you interview don't recall the movies at all.
Dad happens to know Star Wars like the back of his hand, but mom doesn't. And when I get home I am going to interview the Sanchez family, which should be very entertaining. When the final project is all filmed and edited I will definitely post it on Facebook.
One last bit of business before I say TTFN.
Amanda and I have realized that we are being attacked with the "That's what she said" ghost. Or at least that's how it started. We were sitting at home, watching tv when one of us said something and the other's eyes got really big and we started laughing hysterically. Of course, it was taken out of context (we are not teenage boys...)...but it happens all the time now. AND to top it all off, all of our classes (and I am not exaggerating) have talked about sex since we started two weeks ago. Modern tv and movies cannot avoid the topic either. So we are immersed in a culture obsessed with sex, and it (while at times is really really funny) can be quite awkward.
Disclaimer: On behalf of Amanda and Myself, we do not talk/joke about sex 24/7, but when it does come up, it's hard to stop (that's what she said...see what I mean).
OH
and Amanda's fish Ricky is either sick or is not a Ricky but is a Rickina and we will see little fish soon. We cannot tell, and we cannot decide what we want to verdict to be. We don't want the fish to be sick and die, but she/it could have over 40 babies and she will eat them. So....I guess we will just have to see.
I'm going to go back to watching Man vs. Food now....the show makes me sick and hungry at the same time. I would never be able to overindulge like that, but the food looks delicious.
On that note....
Bon Appetit!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Desperate for Autumn
Have you ever had one of those days where you don't feel like doing anything or dealing with anyone?
You're not depressed or sick or mad etc. It's more like you're stuck in the in-between. You just want to lay in bed or on the couch all day, watching tv and eating soup. No cell phone, no Internet, no school, no work, no friends, no communication of any kind, no thoughts of the outside world....just you, the tv and, to top it all of, the sound of the rain outside...
Well, it's not raining... I have class in 2 hours... I have roommates and am not alone... the only thing I guess I have going for me is the fact that I don't have to work tonight...
So, I'm in a funk. I am pretty sure I have been able to narrow down the reasons as to why I am in such a funk...
1) the overwhelming reality of being a "grown up". I got my money from school, and was expecting to put most of it in my savings account so I could start saving for my few planned travels this school year. Well, bills had to be paid (expected), groceries had to be bought (expected), car needed new tires (expected...but not cheap), and when I thought I was in the clear... turns out I needed to get new struts for my car. 500 bucks. Well, I guess I'm lucky that I had the money at the time. I'm a big believer in everything happens for a reason, and perhaps that's why I had the money...so I could fix the problem before it got worse. But it still leaves a bad taste in your mouth when you have to spend money you weren't expecting to spend.
so, this contributes to my funk because escaping the "real world" doesn't have any hidden fees...or does it?
2) Overwhelming change. I use overwhelming for lack of a better word, I'm not really overwhelmed, it's more like swimming against a current but there is no undertow, so I am not getting swept out to sea. Classes just started, and I am taking a few more credits than most of my peers (however there are some taking more). Because they all just started, I am not used to my new schedule. That includes working classes, work and social/relax time into my schedule. I know in a few more weeks I will be in my groove, it just hasn't clicked yet. Waiting for the click is what is making me want to escape to the in-between, where schedules aren't important.
3) The unrelenting heat. Having to ride my bike to and from class is miserable...having to wait fifteen minutes for the air to cool down in the car when you are only making a ten minute trip is miserable...being in classes filled with bodies that raises the temperature and the odor in the room is miserable...not being able to take a refreshing dip in the pool because the water is like bath water is miserable...not being able to ever quench a thirst is miserable...the AZ heat is just miserable. And, therefore, got me thinking about the Autumn this morning. When the air is brisk, jeans and a sweatshirt are stylish and comfortable, riding my bike with cool air blowing in my face, being able to eat things like soup or chili every day, hot chocolate and the autumn flavored coffees that are around, being able to be outside for more than five seconds, the mindset that the holiday's are approaching and all the other things that attribute to that time of the year: my favorite time of the year.
I do wish that I got to experience real Autumn, where the leaves change colors and fall off the trees, impatiently waiting for the first snowfall, etc. But the harsh reality of it all is that it is still over one-hundred degrees outside and I am going to fry my face off when I go to class in a little while. This is what contributes most to my current funk.
It doesn't help that I know I am going to Michigan for Thanksgiving and am so excited for this trip and cannot wait....because the more I anticipate, the longer I do have to wait.
Well, it's breakfast time...and instead of a steaming bowl of chili, I think I will go have Apple Jacks... and instead of curling up on the couch to a movie or marathon of some kind, I think I will go shower and get ready for school...
I just thought of one last thing... Most people are going around today saying things like, "TGIF!" or "It's finally the weekend!"...and while I hear all these people say this...I don't believe them. For me, you see, it is not the weekend...I work a total of 16 hours between Saturday and Sunday....
And to top it all of: It just started raining....hot rain, not the kind I was hoping for...but alas, I wasn't specific enough, was I?
From the Friday Funks, I bid you all farewell. And in hopes for a speedy return,
Bon Appetit!
You're not depressed or sick or mad etc. It's more like you're stuck in the in-between. You just want to lay in bed or on the couch all day, watching tv and eating soup. No cell phone, no Internet, no school, no work, no friends, no communication of any kind, no thoughts of the outside world....just you, the tv and, to top it all of, the sound of the rain outside...
Well, it's not raining... I have class in 2 hours... I have roommates and am not alone... the only thing I guess I have going for me is the fact that I don't have to work tonight...
So, I'm in a funk. I am pretty sure I have been able to narrow down the reasons as to why I am in such a funk...
1) the overwhelming reality of being a "grown up". I got my money from school, and was expecting to put most of it in my savings account so I could start saving for my few planned travels this school year. Well, bills had to be paid (expected), groceries had to be bought (expected), car needed new tires (expected...but not cheap), and when I thought I was in the clear... turns out I needed to get new struts for my car. 500 bucks. Well, I guess I'm lucky that I had the money at the time. I'm a big believer in everything happens for a reason, and perhaps that's why I had the money...so I could fix the problem before it got worse. But it still leaves a bad taste in your mouth when you have to spend money you weren't expecting to spend.
so, this contributes to my funk because escaping the "real world" doesn't have any hidden fees...or does it?
2) Overwhelming change. I use overwhelming for lack of a better word, I'm not really overwhelmed, it's more like swimming against a current but there is no undertow, so I am not getting swept out to sea. Classes just started, and I am taking a few more credits than most of my peers (however there are some taking more). Because they all just started, I am not used to my new schedule. That includes working classes, work and social/relax time into my schedule. I know in a few more weeks I will be in my groove, it just hasn't clicked yet. Waiting for the click is what is making me want to escape to the in-between, where schedules aren't important.
3) The unrelenting heat. Having to ride my bike to and from class is miserable...having to wait fifteen minutes for the air to cool down in the car when you are only making a ten minute trip is miserable...being in classes filled with bodies that raises the temperature and the odor in the room is miserable...not being able to take a refreshing dip in the pool because the water is like bath water is miserable...not being able to ever quench a thirst is miserable...the AZ heat is just miserable. And, therefore, got me thinking about the Autumn this morning. When the air is brisk, jeans and a sweatshirt are stylish and comfortable, riding my bike with cool air blowing in my face, being able to eat things like soup or chili every day, hot chocolate and the autumn flavored coffees that are around, being able to be outside for more than five seconds, the mindset that the holiday's are approaching and all the other things that attribute to that time of the year: my favorite time of the year.
I do wish that I got to experience real Autumn, where the leaves change colors and fall off the trees, impatiently waiting for the first snowfall, etc. But the harsh reality of it all is that it is still over one-hundred degrees outside and I am going to fry my face off when I go to class in a little while. This is what contributes most to my current funk.
It doesn't help that I know I am going to Michigan for Thanksgiving and am so excited for this trip and cannot wait....because the more I anticipate, the longer I do have to wait.
Well, it's breakfast time...and instead of a steaming bowl of chili, I think I will go have Apple Jacks... and instead of curling up on the couch to a movie or marathon of some kind, I think I will go shower and get ready for school...
I just thought of one last thing... Most people are going around today saying things like, "TGIF!" or "It's finally the weekend!"...and while I hear all these people say this...I don't believe them. For me, you see, it is not the weekend...I work a total of 16 hours between Saturday and Sunday....
And to top it all of: It just started raining....hot rain, not the kind I was hoping for...but alas, I wasn't specific enough, was I?
From the Friday Funks, I bid you all farewell. And in hopes for a speedy return,
Bon Appetit!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Death at Sea
I regret to inform you William Shark-speare died.... turns out the instructions the guy at Petco gave me were wrong. And an innocent fish suffered. But never fear, they gave me a new one and the proper way to care for him. I have a good feeling about William Shark-speare the second.
I came to a startling realization today: I am not going to want my friends or family to see the films I am in if I become an actress.....
Sometimes you cannot avoid certain types of characters or plots. And if I get hired to play a murderer or an object of one's affection, it will be awkward to have people I know watch me play these roles. I will have to do them anyway though, once you say no to a director, word gets around and that would be the end of my career.... It's a tough industry, but it is what I want to do. Meaning, I have to face these realities and deal with them.
Here's the catch though, sometimes those roles are your big break or your Oscar winners. Take for instance Titanic. Kate Winslet had to pose nude for Leo...but that was her big break, and look at her now....(there was also that racy scene in the steamy car...)
OR
Meryl Streep in Spophie's Choice. Amazing film, but heart-wrenching. Family and friends of mine will see me up on the screen, not the character. Even if it does win me an ocsar....I don't want my close friends and parents watch me have a love affair, sacrifice my child to the Nazi's and then kill myself.
However, sadly, it doesn't mean I won't do it. If I find a Sophie's Choice, I will pounce on it. That movie MADE Meryl Streep.
All in all, I will be vary grateful if I can find work as a successful working actress, and even go as far as winning an Oscar. BUT, again, don't be offended if I advise you not to see my films. If you really must, I will not stop you. But I will do my very best to, at lease, forewarn you of the nature of my character and of the film.
I'm pretty sure there is a girl puking outside...thaaaat's lovely...not.
On that note, I will change the subject and bit you adieu.
Long day of classes ahead. 7:30-8:15 and 12-4:15..... at least I don't work again until Saturday. And a week from tomorrow we leave for Vegas! Woo-hoo!
Until we meet again,
Bon Appetit!
Basically, don't be offended if I tell you not to see one of my movies, it is for your own good.
I came to a startling realization today: I am not going to want my friends or family to see the films I am in if I become an actress.....
Sometimes you cannot avoid certain types of characters or plots. And if I get hired to play a murderer or an object of one's affection, it will be awkward to have people I know watch me play these roles. I will have to do them anyway though, once you say no to a director, word gets around and that would be the end of my career.... It's a tough industry, but it is what I want to do. Meaning, I have to face these realities and deal with them.
Here's the catch though, sometimes those roles are your big break or your Oscar winners. Take for instance Titanic. Kate Winslet had to pose nude for Leo...but that was her big break, and look at her now....(there was also that racy scene in the steamy car...)
OR
Meryl Streep in Spophie's Choice. Amazing film, but heart-wrenching. Family and friends of mine will see me up on the screen, not the character. Even if it does win me an ocsar....I don't want my close friends and parents watch me have a love affair, sacrifice my child to the Nazi's and then kill myself.
However, sadly, it doesn't mean I won't do it. If I find a Sophie's Choice, I will pounce on it. That movie MADE Meryl Streep.
All in all, I will be vary grateful if I can find work as a successful working actress, and even go as far as winning an Oscar. BUT, again, don't be offended if I advise you not to see my films. If you really must, I will not stop you. But I will do my very best to, at lease, forewarn you of the nature of my character and of the film.
I'm pretty sure there is a girl puking outside...thaaaat's lovely...not.
On that note, I will change the subject and bit you adieu.
Long day of classes ahead. 7:30-8:15 and 12-4:15..... at least I don't work again until Saturday. And a week from tomorrow we leave for Vegas! Woo-hoo!
Until we meet again,
Bon Appetit!
Basically, don't be offended if I tell you not to see one of my movies, it is for your own good.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Hiatus From Hell
Well, it has been a while hasn't it?
My slight, unplanned and unexpected, hiatus has come to a close. Last post was back in January....and a lot has happened since then.
Firstly, I want to apologize for my disappearance. I wish I had a better excuse, like being kidnapped by Malaysian Baboons and being forced to live in the Jungles of Malaysia adapting to the Baboon-ish ways, but sadly, that was not the case.
-Missed me, haven't you?
There's really no need to write an epic tale of what has been going on the past 7 months...I will just hit the highlights....
-got a $.10 raise at work
-finished my second year of college
-spent the summer working (my usual Target jobs, which includes my training at the Target Starbucks)
-spent a week in Plano, TX (one of my favorite places on Earth)
-started my third year of college
That's about it....
Going back to the last point, I did start my Junior year at Arizona State. Where has the time gone?! I can't believe I am half-way done with my college career. It feels like just yesterday I was starting my sophomore year back at Mesquite High School....
I am still a Theatre major with a minor in Architectural Design. Nothing much to report there.
So far, my classes seem intriguing and enjoyable. It has only been the first week, but I'm sure things will only get better/ first impressions are everything, and so far so good.
I guess the biggest highlight in my life right now is the new edition to our Tempe,AZ family....our fish.
Over the summer our 3 little goldfish died. We took a trip to PetCo to buy new ones....well, let's just say things got out of hand.
We started by suggesting we get a glass bowl, because our plastic one had gotten funky. Then we saw a 10-gallon tank on sale.....then we had to get the filter, the special top, new rocks a Grecian ruin for the fish to swim through and new fish of course.....
Well, now that we were investing in a larger tank, we couldn't just simply get goldfish, no sir-ee. It all started when I spotted a silver-tipped shark.
-Sidenote: for those of you who don't know (and still read this), my favorite animal is the shark...and I have always wanted one as a pet. I want to swim with them and someday, want a large tank with a larger shark....but for now I will stick to my story about the silver-tipped shark
He is a community shark, meaning he plays well with others. I wanted to give him a super cool name (i would have originally named him Bruce, but my track record with fish with that name is not so good). I wanted it to be poetic and extraordinary. So, naturally, I was looking up Shakespearean names...Amanda mis-read Shakespeare as SHARK-speare....and so now we have William Shark-speare the silver tipped shark. As of right now he is in our old bowl, because the water in the tank has to be just rightly regulated before he can join the rest of the group.
We also have Dot (Lexi's little white and orange goldfish), Ricky and Lucy (Amanda's Black and White guppies), Charlie (Amanda's other fish that has a Charlie Chaplin mustache) AND my other baby Julius Caesar the Plecostamus (bottom feeder).
Look for pictures on Facebook soon. :)
Well, I guess that will be all for now. I will be posting more frequently and will do my best not to bore you. Until then, and as always...
Bon Appetit!
My slight, unplanned and unexpected, hiatus has come to a close. Last post was back in January....and a lot has happened since then.
Firstly, I want to apologize for my disappearance. I wish I had a better excuse, like being kidnapped by Malaysian Baboons and being forced to live in the Jungles of Malaysia adapting to the Baboon-ish ways, but sadly, that was not the case.
-Missed me, haven't you?
There's really no need to write an epic tale of what has been going on the past 7 months...I will just hit the highlights....
-got a $.10 raise at work
-finished my second year of college
-spent the summer working (my usual Target jobs, which includes my training at the Target Starbucks)
-spent a week in Plano, TX (one of my favorite places on Earth)
-started my third year of college
That's about it....
Going back to the last point, I did start my Junior year at Arizona State. Where has the time gone?! I can't believe I am half-way done with my college career. It feels like just yesterday I was starting my sophomore year back at Mesquite High School....
I am still a Theatre major with a minor in Architectural Design. Nothing much to report there.
So far, my classes seem intriguing and enjoyable. It has only been the first week, but I'm sure things will only get better/ first impressions are everything, and so far so good.
I guess the biggest highlight in my life right now is the new edition to our Tempe,AZ family....our fish.
Over the summer our 3 little goldfish died. We took a trip to PetCo to buy new ones....well, let's just say things got out of hand.
We started by suggesting we get a glass bowl, because our plastic one had gotten funky. Then we saw a 10-gallon tank on sale.....then we had to get the filter, the special top, new rocks a Grecian ruin for the fish to swim through and new fish of course.....
Well, now that we were investing in a larger tank, we couldn't just simply get goldfish, no sir-ee. It all started when I spotted a silver-tipped shark.
-Sidenote: for those of you who don't know (and still read this), my favorite animal is the shark...and I have always wanted one as a pet. I want to swim with them and someday, want a large tank with a larger shark....but for now I will stick to my story about the silver-tipped shark
He is a community shark, meaning he plays well with others. I wanted to give him a super cool name (i would have originally named him Bruce, but my track record with fish with that name is not so good). I wanted it to be poetic and extraordinary. So, naturally, I was looking up Shakespearean names...Amanda mis-read Shakespeare as SHARK-speare....and so now we have William Shark-speare the silver tipped shark. As of right now he is in our old bowl, because the water in the tank has to be just rightly regulated before he can join the rest of the group.
We also have Dot (Lexi's little white and orange goldfish), Ricky and Lucy (Amanda's Black and White guppies), Charlie (Amanda's other fish that has a Charlie Chaplin mustache) AND my other baby Julius Caesar the Plecostamus (bottom feeder).
Look for pictures on Facebook soon. :)
Well, I guess that will be all for now. I will be posting more frequently and will do my best not to bore you. Until then, and as always...
Bon Appetit!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Bad Karma: thanks a lot Buddah.
I apologize to my avid readers (yeah right) for taking such a long, and may I add unplanned, sabbatical.
I meant to write before the holidays, and even during, but just didn't.
I am now back, and cannot promise a new post everyday, but will try my best to write at least once a week.
I could fill you in on how I have been since my last post (sometime in Nov!) but then I would lose all my avid avid (again, yeah right) readers.
Instead, I plan on just starting the new year of posts with a rant. Hence my lovely title.
Basically.....
1) My toilet is kind of on the fritz, so my entire bathroom smells like a sewer.
2) I was forced to move all of my belongings off of the other side of my room. (It is a double occupancy room but I was never assigned a roommate. They say we probably won't...but I had to take the sheets off the other bed, my pictures off the wall, etc. I plan on putting it all bad after the annual inspection, but do not understand why I have to pay rent to look at blank walls and a mattress. I only decorated the way I did to make my home feel livable).
3) I found and ordered a copy of the deluxe 2-disc edition of Julie and Julia (it was a limited time DVD and is no longer being sold in stores.) The cheapest one I found, with shipping, came close to 40 bucks, but I was willing to pay for it. I received the package in the mail today...and it is the wrong one. I am hoping that the seller made a mistake and is not promoting false advertising and we can get this sorted out. If not, I am in contacts with the two other sellers on Amazon to see if they are more trustworthy. The guy I ordered from has a 95% positive rating, so I thought I could trust him. Who knows, maybe I can, maybe it was just a mix up.
4) Also, there is a possible Lawsuit against me...long story short- I got a credit card years ago. Family faced financial crisis and used it. Went deeper into a financial crisis so they had to stop payments. I was told (by my parents) that they had set up a payment plan so my credit won't be screwed up forever...but according to the people who just called (actually they called my grandmother in New York) my parents didn't and if we don't do something by next month the card company is filing a lawsuit against me. thanks a lot mom and dad. (*I love my parents and although this bothers me, I gave them permission to use the card, we had no other options, I am not really mad at them I am mad at the US treasury...or the government in general...I am moving to New Zealand!)
I think that is all...but it all happened in the span of two days.... hopefully the second half of this week will start to look up.
Whatever happens in life, I can't let it hold me back. All I can do is tread forth, and I shall.
And always,
Bon Appetit!
I meant to write before the holidays, and even during, but just didn't.
I am now back, and cannot promise a new post everyday, but will try my best to write at least once a week.
I could fill you in on how I have been since my last post (sometime in Nov!) but then I would lose all my avid avid (again, yeah right) readers.
Instead, I plan on just starting the new year of posts with a rant. Hence my lovely title.
Basically.....
1) My toilet is kind of on the fritz, so my entire bathroom smells like a sewer.
2) I was forced to move all of my belongings off of the other side of my room. (It is a double occupancy room but I was never assigned a roommate. They say we probably won't...but I had to take the sheets off the other bed, my pictures off the wall, etc. I plan on putting it all bad after the annual inspection, but do not understand why I have to pay rent to look at blank walls and a mattress. I only decorated the way I did to make my home feel livable).
3) I found and ordered a copy of the deluxe 2-disc edition of Julie and Julia (it was a limited time DVD and is no longer being sold in stores.) The cheapest one I found, with shipping, came close to 40 bucks, but I was willing to pay for it. I received the package in the mail today...and it is the wrong one. I am hoping that the seller made a mistake and is not promoting false advertising and we can get this sorted out. If not, I am in contacts with the two other sellers on Amazon to see if they are more trustworthy. The guy I ordered from has a 95% positive rating, so I thought I could trust him. Who knows, maybe I can, maybe it was just a mix up.
4) Also, there is a possible Lawsuit against me...long story short- I got a credit card years ago. Family faced financial crisis and used it. Went deeper into a financial crisis so they had to stop payments. I was told (by my parents) that they had set up a payment plan so my credit won't be screwed up forever...but according to the people who just called (actually they called my grandmother in New York) my parents didn't and if we don't do something by next month the card company is filing a lawsuit against me. thanks a lot mom and dad. (*I love my parents and although this bothers me, I gave them permission to use the card, we had no other options, I am not really mad at them I am mad at the US treasury...or the government in general...I am moving to New Zealand!)
I think that is all...but it all happened in the span of two days.... hopefully the second half of this week will start to look up.
Whatever happens in life, I can't let it hold me back. All I can do is tread forth, and I shall.
And always,
Bon Appetit!
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