Earlier this week the girls and I went to Open Mic Night, probably one of the best events on campus. Anyone can sign up and play music, do some comedy, perform a few magic tricks, whatever. The guy who organizes the weekly shows always opens with a few songs on the piano which starts out the night and is usually followed by an hour or so of guitar songs.
This week Cody Kopp did a stand up routine that rocked the room. He was on Jimmy Kimmel a few weeks back as a final four contestant up for the spot of 'Funniest College Student in America'. Cody cracked us up with jokes about stereotypes and being in school; I found some of his stuff on YouTube and just had to post it.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Dreaming is Free
There was an ad for a bank that ran a few years back that kinda stuck with me. It read: "Your college girlfriend called- she wanted to remind you that you were once broke and happy." Now living that reality its a little different, but for the most part holds true. Every day I look at my bank account wondering where all my hard earned cash is going. I'm finding that its much easier to spend than make. Making a living isn't the problem, its the expenses of having it good.
Its financing a lifestyle that makes it tough; its the sushi dinners and concert tickets and designer shoes that are slowly draining me, but damn those things make life so fun. I admire Casey so much. She's here working so hard to live in this expensive town and going to school and still manages to go out and have fun.
I went in for a job application at Total Tan the other day (only because Natalie works there too) and I couldn't get myself to finish filling it out. First because I began freaking out when I realized I had no previous job experiences or references to add. I've been working since I was ten, but not in a traditional sense, I'm not sure how well a manager will respond when they see a list of national commercials written down under 'last job'. Also, during the thirty minutes it took me staring at the application before I could even put my name on it, I realized that there is noting else in the world I can do besides acting. Not in a pigeon-holed sense, but rather, there is nothing else I feel so passionately about right now, I couldn't stand doing something I merely had to do. I don't want to just survive, I want to live and absolutely love what I do.
Now, all that sounds lovely, but back to reality I still have to pay my bills. Sometimes I think that drug dealers and prostitutes have it easy, they sell their goods and get real payed. And its not like they're trying to sell tupperwear, who doesn't want some drugs and sex. Its just easy to get down when worrying about money is added on top of a hard day at school. And you'd think I was worrying about retirement.
I think its time to look at things a little differently. Growing up many of us have a good life handed to us and we get jaded from getting everything we desire. Eva told me that back in her native Argentina college students leave home and actually lose weight rather than put weight on because they have little or no money to feed themselves. Forget the freshman fifteen.
Many of my friends so stressed out about money and finding a way to pay next month's rent that I think we sometimes forget to step back and take a breath. I decided that we need to start enjoying life every day at a time, every little thing, every smile, every flower, every song, because I know that when I look back I don't to remember the stress, I want to remember the fun times and realize how good we really did have it.
Its financing a lifestyle that makes it tough; its the sushi dinners and concert tickets and designer shoes that are slowly draining me, but damn those things make life so fun. I admire Casey so much. She's here working so hard to live in this expensive town and going to school and still manages to go out and have fun.
I went in for a job application at Total Tan the other day (only because Natalie works there too) and I couldn't get myself to finish filling it out. First because I began freaking out when I realized I had no previous job experiences or references to add. I've been working since I was ten, but not in a traditional sense, I'm not sure how well a manager will respond when they see a list of national commercials written down under 'last job'. Also, during the thirty minutes it took me staring at the application before I could even put my name on it, I realized that there is noting else in the world I can do besides acting. Not in a pigeon-holed sense, but rather, there is nothing else I feel so passionately about right now, I couldn't stand doing something I merely had to do. I don't want to just survive, I want to live and absolutely love what I do.
Now, all that sounds lovely, but back to reality I still have to pay my bills. Sometimes I think that drug dealers and prostitutes have it easy, they sell their goods and get real payed. And its not like they're trying to sell tupperwear, who doesn't want some drugs and sex. Its just easy to get down when worrying about money is added on top of a hard day at school. And you'd think I was worrying about retirement.
I think its time to look at things a little differently. Growing up many of us have a good life handed to us and we get jaded from getting everything we desire. Eva told me that back in her native Argentina college students leave home and actually lose weight rather than put weight on because they have little or no money to feed themselves. Forget the freshman fifteen.
Many of my friends so stressed out about money and finding a way to pay next month's rent that I think we sometimes forget to step back and take a breath. I decided that we need to start enjoying life every day at a time, every little thing, every smile, every flower, every song, because I know that when I look back I don't to remember the stress, I want to remember the fun times and realize how good we really did have it.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Hit the Lights
Hollywood has been violently shaken, but now the hotly debated writer's strike has finally come to an end. And that means good for all of us. So back to work I've been. Auditions have been filling my schedule and just last week I rocked a callback for a lead in M. Night Shyamalan's next film; a live-action version of a popular anime show.
The end of the week brought reason to dress up and have some fun. The Surf Team house set the stage for the 'Tight and Bright' themed party. All the guys complained about the party theme, but were the ones who really got into it, wearing neon speedos, tights and extra small tank tops.
Saturday afternoon Kayslee came over and we prepared for a night of excitement, which is always expected when I hang with her. The 'Mustache and Miniskirt' theme left the guys looking like dirty truck drivers and the girls feeling a little creeped out by our best buddies.
Stay Wonderful
Just sharing a couple of polaroids. In a tragic business move, the Polaroid company announced that they will be phasing out their iconic cameras and film and discontinue manufacturing these products by 2009. Truly an earthquake to the hipster community.
Last weekend I visited the family at home. Nothing is better than reconnecting with people you love. Being home grounds me, its such a different pace back in that little beach town. I thrive on the bustle of the city, although some can argue that is a frenzy of traffic and smog, brand names and fake attitudes, but back home just seems sedentary compared. But with an outside perspective I can now appreciate the town that thousands descend upon, and the clean salt water air.
Leila went snowboarding over the winter break and sent back some photos from her cell phone while away (I love technology), and I had to post them because she looks gorgeous. Snow bunny indeed.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sparkle in Your Eye
Being one of the only freshman with their own apartment, I used my space to throw Chelsea a little birthday party. I figured if I was going to have a party it better be rad so I decided on a unicorn themed event. Pink, purple and sparkly attire was required and unicorn banners completed the look.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
The Same Thing We Do Every Night Pinky
Drumming up a date for this evening has been harder than I thought. I thought that with all my socializing I would have at least one phone call this afternoon. Its not even a huge concern of mine, but this year, more so than others, everyone seems jazzed about this hallmark holiday. Really its just an excuse to fancy yourself up and giggle about how perfectly matched red and pink are together. Not to let myself down, I'm sure I will be getting a call at eleven tonight asking if I want to watch another episode of The Office and order Chinese food. Again. This is the one day I get to act like a girl, indulge me. I've already given my homage to St. Valentine by matching my eyeshadow to my pink earrings.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sensory Everything
The other day I find my hot water and gas not working. 'What the fuck?' is my thought in the moment, but for the next half hour after I couldn't stop laughing.
Such is single living. And the choices that come with self-governing, like paying bills (which I initially thought was the problem with my utilities), feeding myself and setting my own bed time. Nothing really exciting or new, but having the freedom in my grasp has never felt so good. I've been exercising my choices and enjoying the weeks. In turn, I am still controlled by the basic laws of balance that ground every college student trying to fit everything into the short 24 hours we are given. Don't fill the tank-run out of gas, don't do your work-fail to get the grade. Its a balance that, for ever action comes a consequence good or bad. I stayed up late, went to a killer party, made cool new friends and blew off my homework and am way too tired for my 8am. So whats the good and whats the bad? I've been working on finding my groove, and if that means going out some nights or staying in some nights, so be it. Its the swing of life that I'm working on and defining one as my own. Like hips to the beat, I've gotta find the rhythm before I can dance.
Such is single living. And the choices that come with self-governing, like paying bills (which I initially thought was the problem with my utilities), feeding myself and setting my own bed time. Nothing really exciting or new, but having the freedom in my grasp has never felt so good. I've been exercising my choices and enjoying the weeks. In turn, I am still controlled by the basic laws of balance that ground every college student trying to fit everything into the short 24 hours we are given. Don't fill the tank-run out of gas, don't do your work-fail to get the grade. Its a balance that, for ever action comes a consequence good or bad. I stayed up late, went to a killer party, made cool new friends and blew off my homework and am way too tired for my 8am. So whats the good and whats the bad? I've been working on finding my groove, and if that means going out some nights or staying in some nights, so be it. Its the swing of life that I'm working on and defining one as my own. Like hips to the beat, I've gotta find the rhythm before I can dance.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Answer the Phone AAAAlright
I went to a frat party hosted by the Sig Ep gentlemen of school. It was everything I expected and the theme was horribly cliche; collared shirts and mini skirts. A friend who hurt her back was held up in a chair all night, and although competent, looked wasted, she probably got the most attention from the guys there. Sleaze balls. Although it was good hanging out with a few old buddies from high school and meeting new people, it really wasn't my scene and reminded me why I had been hanging with my junior buddies recently, the BTA boys as they like to call themselves. If their love of a good time is no indication, their monicker makes reference to both bongs and booze. Not that I partake in either, but they sure make week nights fun.
I accompanied the boys and a couple of friends to Santa Barbra last weekend. Although the trip was well worth the long drive, we cruised the streets of Isla Vista in the pouring rain, and the walk back home was less than enjoyable. Superbowl Sunday was spent lazy in Montecito in living rooms overlooking the coast with a view that nearly reached to Ventura.
Rudy, my neighbor across the alley and David's best buddy, has rounded out a nice foursome with Natalie and I. Our amoeba quad has been inseparable for the past week, and have bounced between each of our apartments; my 'sweet pad', Rudy's 'studio' where he reinvents designs for Ray Ban style shades, Natalie's impeccably clean Ikea apartment, and David's apartment A, less than seven minutes down the coast in Manhatty where life revolves around bacon.."I'm hungry, let's make bacon!", "You're just in time, I'm cooking bacon!" or "Does it still smell like bacon? Yeah we just made some".
I accompanied the boys and a couple of friends to Santa Barbra last weekend. Although the trip was well worth the long drive, we cruised the streets of Isla Vista in the pouring rain, and the walk back home was less than enjoyable. Superbowl Sunday was spent lazy in Montecito in living rooms overlooking the coast with a view that nearly reached to Ventura.
Rudy, my neighbor across the alley and David's best buddy, has rounded out a nice foursome with Natalie and I. Our amoeba quad has been inseparable for the past week, and have bounced between each of our apartments; my 'sweet pad', Rudy's 'studio' where he reinvents designs for Ray Ban style shades, Natalie's impeccably clean Ikea apartment, and David's apartment A, less than seven minutes down the coast in Manhatty where life revolves around bacon.."I'm hungry, let's make bacon!", "You're just in time, I'm cooking bacon!" or "Does it still smell like bacon? Yeah we just made some".
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