Remember December

I've been really horrible at keeping my posts updated. With the free time during the winter holiday you'd think that I would make an effort to write but its been just the opposite, so this post will probably cover several packed weeks.
Finals behind me, I kick started the break with a little fun. I got a call to shoot for California Costumes again, every little girls dream; to play dress up as a job. Kayslee and I were reunited by the same clients who brought us together in the first place. I would later find out that my native american costume was their best selling outfit last Halloween.





USD still had another week of class left so after my shoot in San Diego I stayed the night with Chelsea and her girlies, Missy and Lena. Feeling a bit like a transvestite on parade with my fairy pink make up caked on, the girls and I hit the town. The ho ho holidays have landed.









My birthday was this month, and with friends back from school we celebrated at a Greek restaurant; dancing waiters included. I spent some quality time with the cousins; Maria a bit more outgoing joining me at dinner, Jane more enlightened through her trips to the East Village and Lena the same but sweet as ever. And then Nellie, oh dear Nellie the light of the family, she is a walking, (very much) talking American Girl Doll with a personality like pop rocks.







Although I don't have school to keep me busy, I have flown to the Midwest to shoot for Kohl's twice already this month, and another shoot scheduled for the day after Christmas. Its been hectic but I wouldn't have it any other way. Due to bad weather last week, my plane came into LAX twenty seats less than expected, so of course I was kicked off. No, not the hippie, dread lock dude who had been "traveling all over South America just taking in the culture for the past four months", it was I, who had an 8am call time the next morning in Chicago. I'm forced to take the red-eye and land with just enough time to take a cab straight from the airport to set and into the makeup chair. But for being ever so cooperative I was given a free roundtrip ticket to anywhere in the continental United States. I plan on doing much blogging about New York in the spring.
Miss Kayln and I were able to enjoy our first 'White Christmas'", both of us being from the sunny state of Florida (as my fake ID will tell you ha). We took our lunch break to frolic in the snowy parking lot before we realized how vital gloves are when having a snowball fight.

You Again!

My camera wasn't in fact lost after the holiday party, but safe afterall. Here's a sample of what I recovered a week later.

Peppermint Is So In

The stress of finals coming up this week was quite obvious on campus, so this weekend we just had to let loose. A sign posted on the front of the Rosecrans dorm said it best "Friday & Saturday Quiet 24 Hours"....with 'quiet' cross out and 'party' scratched in above. I am one of the lucky ones with a segmented finals week; two finals down and two more next week. Since many people are leaving before the week is over this was our last weekend of the semester to party together. Friday was the ugly sweater themed party. The crowd didn't really show up until late, but when people finally got there it was crackin'. The crowded house swayed to the beat of music and conversation. My vomit-green sweater, knee-high socks and red sequin shoes rocked the holiday theme well. Of course I lose my camera with tons of picures on it (thus the absence of visual documentation here) and worst of all my nerd ray ban frams...RIP. The evening was the definition of the word shitshow.
Total creeper background shot but the only one of me from the party (found on facebook)
The next morning I found out that Chelsea drunk dialed my mom, which made me cry laughing for about an hour.

Sweetheart, Bitterheart Now I Can Tell You Apart

The girls and I continued the holiday spirit this evening. We ordered in Thai food and watched the Christmas movie Love Actually. Its a sweet intertwining of lives and relationships, and I'm not usually one for love stories. Kinda made me wish I had someone to wrap my arms around. I've really gotten the hang of this whole independent living thing and now I think I really don't need anyone. I used to believe I could work out a career long enough until prince charming came and picked me up and dropped me into the middle of the cult of domesticity where I could become a happy Stepford. But therein lies my biggest fear; my life being defined by somebody else. I don't want to wait to find my happiness in someone else. Don't get me wrong, I'm not unhappy now, in fact I'm quite content. I'm merely done with the prowl. I feel that, especially on a college campus, there is a never ending competition for attention from the opposite sex. We're in our prime and looking for passion, which many mistake for love. The quad a lunch hour is reminiscent of a forest of birds all looking for their mate; qualifications are the best feathers, the brightest colors, most expensive designer labels. If you're not dating somebody you're nobody. Even websites about who's hooking up with who are wildly driven by part fiction, part truth, part what everyone wishes were truth. So now all I look for is companionship, just friends. I think i've broken too many hearts for my own good. And I'm not talking about mine.

That Holiday Cheer

The holiday spirit is in full swing here on campus. We break for the December holiday and the end of semester a week from Friday, and people are already thinking about home again. The dorm decorating contest has turned into a full battle of the halls with kids litterally wrapping their dorms by using santa clause themed paper to wallpaper their rooms. One set of roommates even bought a real Christmas tree and decorated it in their dorm. Unfortunately it was deemed a fire hazard and had to be removed to outside the window. The roommates protested by posting a sign stating "You can take our tree but you can't take our holiday spirit!". The tree lighting ceremony was Sunday night and I caught a glimpse of the even in the evening, the field was illuminated with paperbag candles leading up the tree that stands in the center of campus. Heck I was even invited to a 'Holiday Sweaters, Vests (and Big Breasts)' themed party this weekend hah. The coffee shop that I write from is decked with hip purple, teal and green snowflakes and bobbles that hang from the ceiling and rocks a variety of well-known Christmas carols. And although I'm not a fan of excess holiday spirit too early in the month ( I'm still feeling Thanksgiving dinner!) the pop version of "All I Want For Christmas is You" is the perfect theme while I glance over the top of my laptop screen out the window at a gorgeous dark-haired guy.
Grant left the states back to Australia this afternoon. Even though I knew that he would be leaving, it still came too soon. I'm so glad I met Granty and got a chance to spend time with him, we always had fun and we constantly laughing. Whenever I see whorish regrowth I will think of him. Dare I say I'm a bit cut. Two months came and have now passed. It has reminded me the brief time that I have been here at school and in LA, but it feels like ages. All the people I've met, things I've done feel like they could fill years. I believe this time will be looked back on as one of the most exciting and pivotal times in my life. Similar to the concept of luck being the convergence of opportunity and preparedness, this period in my life has been the meeting point of the social and educational opportunity of a college community joined with my own eagerness for something new.

Indie Rock

I've been horrible at maintaining this blog, but I guess that means I'm out living rather than blogging about what I already did. November kept me quite occupied. The incident with Johnny really came as a shock and I spent too many nights sitting up with questions swimming in my head. Acting has kept me busy busy, from castings, callbacks, holds, and shooting a part for the FX show The Riches, on top of perfecting a scene from Anton Chekov's The Cherry Orchard for class. Grant was away in Paris for some time, seeing the cities of the world, I am truly jelous. Dad wasn't around much this month either, off doing business on a global scale. I am so proud of him. Mom was occupied with the pets. Leila and I fought, I felt so guilty and mad at myself after. I'm scared watching her grow up, she is so strong and independed I don't know how to treat her, but I knew that this would come, the day that we were no longer sisters but best friends. I want her to open up to me, and I think its getting there, but I'm still waiting for that day. The Thanksgiving holiday brought all of us back together again. The town was the same, but different, small changes but changes nonetheless. The internet created an excited frenzy among our circle of friends, but as I sat next to a drunk guy cooing about how he finally had to tell me that he had a crush on me since high school three years back, I couldn't help but stare off at the swaying crowd at the house party and realize this was no longer who I was. My friends were at school, in the dorms, maybe still at home for community college, but I could see the paths already being forged. For each of us separate paths that led us slightly further apart with each step. For most, coming home was a long-awaited break and the first home-cooked meal and hot shower with privacy in months. For me, I couldn't wait to get back home. Back to my home, in LA. It was great seeing my family, good having dinner cooked for me and sleeping in, nice seeing all the friends who I consider siblings, but the hype of 'reuniting' was overrated, and the people I cared most about I had been in contact with while apart anyways. I couldn't stand the sedintary pace I found at home and craved to be back to my city lifestyle, if it can be considered that at all. November really showed me how alone I was. Okay maybe not alone, but independent to say the least. It was a realization of where I am in life and who I am, and that a very selfsufficient person.

I think Bob Dylan said it best:

May your hands always be busy
May your feet be always swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Foever young, forever young