I can barely keep my eyes open!!!

I may have done the coolest thing ever today. .As a favor to a friend of mine, I went to sing back up vocals for an up and coming local band. So I'm thinking this is gonna be some make-shift studio in someone's basement or in a church- no. This was the real deal. I was actually in a studio with the headphones and the black producer in the booth named K. Boogie, and the cool producer lingo- it was amazing! It made me remember when I was little and I used to pretend to lay tracks for Whitney Houston (although in those days,I was Whitney Houston. Tiny difference). Anyway, K. Boogie gave me his card and told me to give him a call if I ever want to record anything. So, wow! The session went an hour and fifteen minutes over schedule- so while we did get paid extra for our time, I did get home later than I wanted to. So it's officially hit me. I'm exhausted. I've got all the symptoms. Scratchy throat, forgetting what I'm doing, laughing about EVERYTHING!!!. But, one thing did wake me up at around, I don't know- 9/8 central. That's right friends...



It's THURSDAY NIGHT!!!

Okay- so, I'm just gonna jump right in here and say that I think that I really despise Kaitlyn. She is not doing well as Marissa light, I hate her accent and how she just appeared out of nowhere. Oh- and I hate her stupid little plotlines too. This week, there was this wierd popular girl throwing a sweet sixteen party much like the ones on that fucked up reality show on mtv. So in some effort to prove herself and that the popular girl is a bitch, Kaitlyn throws a rival party on the same day. She says she has 4 kegs and an ounce. Yeah, a pot reference. Go FOX. Then, when the popular girl shows up at the party later to tell her she's won, Kaitlyn just kind of blows her off. She tells her to just be nicer to people. What?!? Um, right, ok. So now Kaitlyn has a conscience? Whatever. She did have the second best line in the show tonight though. So, she was playing 7 minutes in heaven with the popular girl's boyfriend, Conner and he won't kiss her. So at first she thinks he's afraid of cheating on that girl, but then she realizes... he's just gay. So she says, "Conner, are you gay?" and he says, "Um, no, uh, I don't know." So she just kind of smiles at him and goes 'Oh, sweetie. You are SO gay!" It was funny.


You know I love them.
Summer got kicked out of Brown! She got suspended because of that burnout, Che! They did this wierd Gift of the Magi thing where Seth went to Providence to surprise her and she went back to Newport to surprise him. Anyway- their whole plot kind of sucked this week. Basically, Summer got kicked out so Seth went to avenge her. Nothing else really happened. we did find out that Che isn't really the guy he's appeared to be this whole time though. His father ownes a phamicutical company. His name is actually Winchester and he has a butler and a private jet. It was wierd. The best line sequence in the show though, did belong to Seth and Summer.

SETH: I'm going to defend your honor.

SUMMER: Seth, don't do anything crazy.

SETH: I'm gonna go so Ryan Atwood on his ass.

SUMMER: Wait, Seth, I don't like this.

SETH: Neither will Che.

Hilarious.

Hi, handsome.

So, Ryan had been having all these wierd 1980's fantasies about Taylor all week. Like, first she was Tawny Kitain and then she was some girl on a roller rink. It was wierd. Anyway- he asked her out on a date. Sweet. She invited him up to the room above the comic book store to watch some movie on a flatscreen. Awesome. So he went up there, they were sharing popcorn, their hands touched, he put his arm around her, he leaned in to kiss her- and he left. He just freaked out and left. Grr. Anyway- he still couldn't stop thinking about her so he went over to her house to tell her he just wanted to be friends for now- and she told him that she wanted to use his body as a jungle gym. Wowza. Anyway- they found a room upstairs and started making out. Let's hear it for the strangest couple to hit the OC.

Next week is gonna be fabulous. Turns out that for Christmukkuh, they're gonna do the whole show as a what-if sort of a deal. What would have happened to Newport if Ryan hadn't come to live there? Should be crazy!

Alright. It's off to bed with me. We'll talk soon though.

Sleep. How I long for you!

So, I'm working on this project right now- and as you may know, when I get something in my head that I want to do, I get a little manic until it's done. Take for instance- my first play (that I wrote when I was 16) What About the Baby. I had been working on it nightly for around a month when one day, while I was in school, my drama teacher approached me and asked how my progress was coming and if I was going to be finished soon. He told me if I was, then I could get a few of my classmates together and produce it for the annual drama geek event Drama Fest West. Wanting to see my play done immediately, I decided to finish it that night. So I went home and worked for 12 straight hours (that's 4pm to 4am, people) until it was done. Yeah, I'm crazy like that.

So, I'm doing this new project that has unfortunately taken up all of the space in my head and put me into manic mode. When I'm awake, I'm here at the computer or thinking about things I want to add or fix to the project. When I (try to) sleep, all I think about is what needs to be done, what is done, and what would make it better. I'm even dreaming about it! 80% of the time I look like this: That's me on 4 hours of sleep, 5 diet cokes and a pot of coffee.

*sigh* Oh, well, I guess it's back to work for me.

Hollywood gone wild

I want to tell you about the worst person in Hollywood and the worst thing that could have possibly happened to him.

First of all, Meet Joe Francis. This fucker really pisses me off. This is a smarmy bastard who has made a disgusting fortune off of drunk girls taking their tops off. Absolutely, the girls are just as much to blame as he is- well sort of. I know that I've had alot to drink and become a person I don't recognize. I know I've gotten flirty with men I don't like, kissed men I'm not attracted to and so on. So who's to say that these girls don't do the same thing? Whatever- if some like, fifty year old fat bald guy with glasses and back hair was doing this thing, we'd all point fingers and call him a total freak. But because this asshole looks like this: he gets applauded. He looks like your average rich college guy. t-shirt, over tanned, over coiffed. He's even someone I might check out in a bar. It's gross. I'd like to see this fucker humiliated. I'd like to see him turned into the same kind of object that he's turned all of these girls into.. Okay- but not like this, check this out, this is the most insane thing I've ever heard. This all happened.

Joe Francis goes out partying all night, probably with all of his other Hollywood bottom feeder friends (Paris Hilton, Tara Ried, Nicole Richie) and then comes home really late. As he's walking up to his front door, this guy walks out of it. He's wearing a mask and gloves and he has a gun. The gunman forces Joe into his home and makes him lay down on the ground. He's then bound and gagged with duct tape. The gunman leads Joe around his home and makes him watch while he just takes whatever he wants. It was like last call at the Walmart for this guy. He just took, took, took, like $100,000 worth of crap, right out of his home. Then, he puts Joe on his bed and takes his pants off. He pulls out of his bag a video camera and a dildo and lays the dildo across Joe's ass. He then turns on the camera and at gun point forces Joe to basically say how gay he is over and over. Then, he dresses Joe, blindfolds him, puts him in the back of his Bentley and drives him into the Hills, leaves him there and tells him that if he calls the police he's dead. So Joe frees himself and calls the police- but he has no clue who this psycho is and the case starts to go cold-then, you guessed it. The gunman starts blackmailing Joe for the video. The guy eventually got caught- but holy fresh hell, can you imagine? Jesus, I almost felt sorry for Joe Francis. Okay- he's a slimebag but no one deserves that. That's like- a movie. Sure, we all wanted to see Joe Francis humiliated and objectified, right? Not like that though. That's just wrong.

Joe Francis makes me sick- this guy fuckin' kills me. That's all. You know, I hate that crap. I haate that we put this fictional glass walll around Hollywood, like, they're so perfect, they're so beautiful nothing can happen to them, right? It happens to all of them. It happens to everyone. There are psychos everywhere and no one is safe- even the rich and famous. Anyway, this just like, blew my mind so I had to say something about it.

So there ya go.

Art imitates.....

Went to the Tempe Arts festival today and got... WASTED!!! Gawd! So much wine everywhere you looked! I used to think Arts festivals were for artists to sell their wares but apparently it's for vinyards to get rid of their juice.