Today was a very relaxing, sleep filled, lackluster day. I woke up and got online to submit for more roles. Turns out, I had another audition. Things are going so well now. Tons of things to submit for, not to mention submitting on Craigslist. My day was basically spent online.
At about 4:10pm I decided to take a shower and head to the gym. My friend Ashley, weeks prior, gave me a 7 day pass to Bally's fitness. I had been putting it off so that I could use it in Hollywood, but since I won't really be moved in until the weekend. I made the choice to use it today. Sat through a little walk through of the facility and a pitch about membership. I then got to spend the next two hours doing what I love. Improving. I did mostly free weights and pulls ups. Then I went up stairs and did some cardio, by way of the punching/kicking bag in their cardio room. Then back down for more weights and back up for Kicking and elbow strikes. Then down for weights and finally back up for abs and more kicking.
Then I headed home and watched the latest episode of Glee. It's a tremendously original and amazingly poignant. I am going to get back to researching for my current roles. As well as watch some Supernatural for inspiration. Goodnight all.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, Glorious Monday
Today I awoke at Carleton's. No dream. I got up because I kinda slept through my alarm. I headed out to the train and made my way to work. The weather seems to finally be cooling down. It was so nice to feel the fall air.
Work was actually rather good. It was busy especially for a Monday. There was a brown-out for at least ten minutes. So some guests walked out, then the sirens came on as they do. A good deal of the people, thankfully stayed. Then the rush came and lasted for a good hour. 126 covers is pretty damn good for a solo, Monday shift. Tips will hopefully reflect that. I worked until 2pm. Then it was off to the bank. Today's task was a joyous one.
I arrived at the bank and got in line. Now whenever I enter the bank I am going to take that opportunity to be a Douche bag. It's the only opportunity I really get. They don't give a care about me, I'm not going to show them courtesy the don't deserve. As I stood waiting in line, guess who walks up? Jose, the liar Douche bag creator extraordinaire! He then had the gall to ask me "How are you doing?" I was initially floored by his audacity, but promptly responded "Super." in the ugliest and most hateful condescending tone. To which he immediately realized my attitude towards him. He broke eye contact and shut his ugly mouth. I then walked up to the teller and stated that I needed to empty my savings. She was also a bitch because she saw me being a bitch to Jose. I got my money and walked out, no words. It felt good! I walked to the train feeling all kinds of false power. As I went down the escalator these to women were walking seemingly towards the other escalator, but decided to stop right in front of the descending escalator. I without hesitation exclaimed "That's a good place to stop, you fat fucking bitches!"
It just came out of me without restraint. I realized that I was still upset and feeling Douchey from the bank. I quickly snapped out of it. Though I must admit that, sadly, it felt good.
I headed to Hollywood and Vine. From there I got off the train and headed to the location of my new apartment. I waited there and met with the manager, who told me that the carpets in our unit needed to be replaced, so we won't be able to move in until the 1st of October. Which wasn't horrible news, I just would have preferred to start the moving process Tuesday rather than Thursday. Alex and Christine showed up and we checked out the unit. Then we came back down stairs and signed the lease and payed the deposit and the half off of the first months rent. We got our keys and that was it. We went to MacDonald's to celebrate because after paying a total of $1950.00 between us, it was all we could afford. Alex bought my first burger, then i bought a round of burgers, then Alex bought a round of Sundaes. We then got on the train to go and make a copy of the apartment key in Los Feliz. The store was closed but we had fun just hanging out nonetheless. We all went our separate ways home and that was that.
I got home and mailed an email to the director of the film that I just booked, letting her know that I had no phone. Since the money the bank stole from me kept me from paying my phone bill. Within the hour she responded saying it was okay and also sending me the first part of the revised script. It's good stuff! I am excited for the role and rehearsal this week. I also got an email from another project I auditioned for asking "If I wasn't cast as the lead, would I be content with a supporting role." To which I replied yes. So that's another perspective role. Then I have been in contact with yet another director about a third project. Though I have yet to audition for it. We are building a rapport via email. I am detailing my research for the part and he is sharing information about the script and the character. So it's very promising. I have a lot of work ahead of me. I am going to have to put my writing aside again and focus one hundred percent. I am excited. This is my dream and I am freaking living it. It sneaked up on me, but here I am. It's time to shine.
Work was actually rather good. It was busy especially for a Monday. There was a brown-out for at least ten minutes. So some guests walked out, then the sirens came on as they do. A good deal of the people, thankfully stayed. Then the rush came and lasted for a good hour. 126 covers is pretty damn good for a solo, Monday shift. Tips will hopefully reflect that. I worked until 2pm. Then it was off to the bank. Today's task was a joyous one.
I arrived at the bank and got in line. Now whenever I enter the bank I am going to take that opportunity to be a Douche bag. It's the only opportunity I really get. They don't give a care about me, I'm not going to show them courtesy the don't deserve. As I stood waiting in line, guess who walks up? Jose, the liar Douche bag creator extraordinaire! He then had the gall to ask me "How are you doing?" I was initially floored by his audacity, but promptly responded "Super." in the ugliest and most hateful condescending tone. To which he immediately realized my attitude towards him. He broke eye contact and shut his ugly mouth. I then walked up to the teller and stated that I needed to empty my savings. She was also a bitch because she saw me being a bitch to Jose. I got my money and walked out, no words. It felt good! I walked to the train feeling all kinds of false power. As I went down the escalator these to women were walking seemingly towards the other escalator, but decided to stop right in front of the descending escalator. I without hesitation exclaimed "That's a good place to stop, you fat fucking bitches!"
It just came out of me without restraint. I realized that I was still upset and feeling Douchey from the bank. I quickly snapped out of it. Though I must admit that, sadly, it felt good.
I headed to Hollywood and Vine. From there I got off the train and headed to the location of my new apartment. I waited there and met with the manager, who told me that the carpets in our unit needed to be replaced, so we won't be able to move in until the 1st of October. Which wasn't horrible news, I just would have preferred to start the moving process Tuesday rather than Thursday. Alex and Christine showed up and we checked out the unit. Then we came back down stairs and signed the lease and payed the deposit and the half off of the first months rent. We got our keys and that was it. We went to MacDonald's to celebrate because after paying a total of $1950.00 between us, it was all we could afford. Alex bought my first burger, then i bought a round of burgers, then Alex bought a round of Sundaes. We then got on the train to go and make a copy of the apartment key in Los Feliz. The store was closed but we had fun just hanging out nonetheless. We all went our separate ways home and that was that.
I got home and mailed an email to the director of the film that I just booked, letting her know that I had no phone. Since the money the bank stole from me kept me from paying my phone bill. Within the hour she responded saying it was okay and also sending me the first part of the revised script. It's good stuff! I am excited for the role and rehearsal this week. I also got an email from another project I auditioned for asking "If I wasn't cast as the lead, would I be content with a supporting role." To which I replied yes. So that's another perspective role. Then I have been in contact with yet another director about a third project. Though I have yet to audition for it. We are building a rapport via email. I am detailing my research for the part and he is sharing information about the script and the character. So it's very promising. I have a lot of work ahead of me. I am going to have to put my writing aside again and focus one hundred percent. I am excited. This is my dream and I am freaking living it. It sneaked up on me, but here I am. It's time to shine.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday
I awoke at home. Once again no dream. I woke up and checked LA Casting more auditions and checked my email. Nothing new in either. So I decided to get ready for my day which meant sorting through my DVD collection and choosing what I wanted to keep and what I was willing to let go. It was a quick process, but by no means easy. I decided to hold onto the things that had and have inspired me from Childhood until now. Like Batman the animated series, Superman the animated series, Cowboy Beebop, Supernatural, my classics and a hand full of more recent films. The rest I neatly packed into a big bag.
I spoke to my roomie, Amber, who it seems caught whatever I had the past week. She was getting to ready to go into work. When she was through, I hopped in the shower and then got ready for my day. I made sure I had everything I would need and set off. I received a call from my good friend Erik who wanted to hang out and run some errands as well.
We met up at Hollywood and Highland. From there the days journey began. We started towards 20/20 video on Sunset and Labrea. We encountered a very strange homeless man on the way who became rather indignant when we told him we didn't have any change. The man responded thus "No change? On SUNDAY!?!" we said "Yeah, sorry." to which he replied again "ON SUNDAY!?!" We both walked away and crossed the street. We reached 20/20 video shortly after that. I went in and set my DVD collection down, they sorted through what I can honestly say was well over a $100.00 dollars in DVD movies, not to mention the other $100.00 in DVD television series sets. They sized up my collection and checked the quality of my babies, the babies which I have taken the greatest care of over the last five years of collecting them. Then they told me they would give me $67.00 dollars for the lot. It was outstanding in its level of insult not only to my collection but to my intelligence. Though they wouldn't give me a dime more. I had no choice but to except. So I walked out of there a little less than empty handed.
After that Erik and I walked to his girlfriend Elizabeths apartment to drop off her keys. Then we headed to Kinko's off of Sunset and Vine. While there we ended up waiting for 30 minutes while the people in front of us were slowly helped. All but one of the many people that came in after us were helped as well. The guy that did end up helping us later seemed to hate his life and the people he dealt with. Though he was actually quite helpful if not a little rude. We left Kinko's and headed to Chase bank.
I had received a call from my good friend and, as of tomorrow, roommate Alex. He said that he wanted to sign the lease Monday morning. I have to work Monday morning so he said to get him the money tonight. I went to Chase and tried withdraw the money but I was only able to get $400.00 out. I would have to get the rest in the morning.
Erik and I then headed to grab something to eat at Baja Fresh. Buy this time I hadn't eaten since Friday night at DeSean's. I spent what extra cash I had from the DVD rape I had incurred earlier to buy some shrimp tacos. Which didn't even put a scratch on the mountain of my hunger. We left Baja Fresh after much discussing and headed to Erik's. I spent the night writing and that brings us to this current moment in which I am typing these very words. I am not going to sleep just yet I am going to do some more research and writing. Then will see.
Today has been somewhat exhausting but I have the funds to pay the deposit tomorrow afternoon. So all is well and grand. Though I now own only 15 DVD's. *sigh
Saturday
I rejoined the world of the awake to find that once again. I had no recollection of a dream. I was in DeSean's living room. I got up and brushed my teeth with my trusty toothbrush, which I keep in my backpack for the likelihood of not being at home when I wake. I put on my shoes and headed out to work.
Upon arrival at work I realized that there was a Grammy museum event going on. One that I had yet to be briefed on. As well as the rest of the staff. I was kind of a complete mess. Tracey, the lady in charge of the event just sat and waited for me to point people out and then spoke to me like a child when I did. She's one pious doll at times. Anyway, the rest of the day at work was rather busy. Which is good for tips and hourly. I was there until almost 3 o'clock. After I clocked out, I picked up my tips and my check. $12.00 dollars in tips, which means a couple days of train fair and $288.02 on my check, which meant I would have enough money to pay my deposit and then a hand full of money left to put toward utilities, or toiletries and a copy of the apartment key.
I walked to the Chase bank up the street. Knowing it was almost 4 o' clock on a Saturday, I figured the bank was closed and decided to deposit my check via the ATM. I checked my balance and found that I was missing roughly $200.00 dollars in my savings account. This made me immediately unhappy. I decided not to deposit the check and stormed into the bank which was, as it turns out, open. Guess who was sitting there at the first desk. Jose, the corpulent Douche bag that got me into this financial mess within a month of opening an account. I sat down and began to discuss with him finally the situation involving tons of overdraft fees that should have been handled by the over draft protection service he claimed to set up for me. He was joined by another two faced bank employee who I had spoken to prior, in his stead. The two of them sat down and basically told me to fuck myself. Jose openly denied in front of me ever having had a conversation about overdraft protection. Which his manager, the lady I had spoken to prior, who had promised to allay the fees and just have me pay what I would owe, then looked me in the face and told me that there was nothing that she could do now. I wanted to kill them both, it would have felt good too. I decided to instead, plead my case. I explained to them what I had been told and how, as they knew, I had been jerked around by the bank for two weeks with promises of a solution. I even went as far as to explain why I had stomached their unfeeling delays. How I needed the money to pay the deposit on my new apartment. To which they were blase' and unmoved. They basically responded with a fuck you, sir. So, left with no option but to deposit the check I had in order to have some form of money to through at the deposit. I went and waited in line to make the deposit. Made it and was preparing to leave the bank. I got out the door and punched the marble building before heading back inside. It struck me that I still had money to deposit. My tips, well $10.00 dollars of the twelve, because I needed at least $2.00 dollars to get home. So I deposited the $10.00 and left and punched the marble building again. I made a round of phone calls canceling my plans for the day because I wouldn't be able to afford the train to and from the three locations I needed to go to. I missed two auditions as a result. I got on the train and headed home.
It wasn't until I got home that I realized I hadn't gotten my shift meal at work. Which would have been my only meal for the day. This also added to my frustrations. I got home and decided to try and submit for more auditions for the coming week in order to make up for the missed auditions of the day. I posted a frustrated comment on Facebook. Then I began brainstorming how I would raise the rest of the money I needed to cover my deposit. The answer came pretty quick, it was he only thing I could do to raise the money, something that I had thought I wouldn't have to do again. In this world I have but one material possession, that of my DVD collection. I covet my DVD's and treat them like children. I realized I would have to go through once again detach myself from them and sell them. Sunday is going to be a tough day. I am going to have to sort through and decide what to let go of. Then I will have to risk taking the train without fare, from Pasadena all the way to Hollywood. To the only video store that I know of which buys DVD's. 20/20 video on Labrea and Sunset.
Lets not end this on a negative note. I checked my email later and found that I had landed the Lead role in the student film I auditioned for on Thursday. So Thats positive. A fitting end to an otherwise shit storm Saturday.
Upon arrival at work I realized that there was a Grammy museum event going on. One that I had yet to be briefed on. As well as the rest of the staff. I was kind of a complete mess. Tracey, the lady in charge of the event just sat and waited for me to point people out and then spoke to me like a child when I did. She's one pious doll at times. Anyway, the rest of the day at work was rather busy. Which is good for tips and hourly. I was there until almost 3 o'clock. After I clocked out, I picked up my tips and my check. $12.00 dollars in tips, which means a couple days of train fair and $288.02 on my check, which meant I would have enough money to pay my deposit and then a hand full of money left to put toward utilities, or toiletries and a copy of the apartment key.
I walked to the Chase bank up the street. Knowing it was almost 4 o' clock on a Saturday, I figured the bank was closed and decided to deposit my check via the ATM. I checked my balance and found that I was missing roughly $200.00 dollars in my savings account. This made me immediately unhappy. I decided not to deposit the check and stormed into the bank which was, as it turns out, open. Guess who was sitting there at the first desk. Jose, the corpulent Douche bag that got me into this financial mess within a month of opening an account. I sat down and began to discuss with him finally the situation involving tons of overdraft fees that should have been handled by the over draft protection service he claimed to set up for me. He was joined by another two faced bank employee who I had spoken to prior, in his stead. The two of them sat down and basically told me to fuck myself. Jose openly denied in front of me ever having had a conversation about overdraft protection. Which his manager, the lady I had spoken to prior, who had promised to allay the fees and just have me pay what I would owe, then looked me in the face and told me that there was nothing that she could do now. I wanted to kill them both, it would have felt good too. I decided to instead, plead my case. I explained to them what I had been told and how, as they knew, I had been jerked around by the bank for two weeks with promises of a solution. I even went as far as to explain why I had stomached their unfeeling delays. How I needed the money to pay the deposit on my new apartment. To which they were blase' and unmoved. They basically responded with a fuck you, sir. So, left with no option but to deposit the check I had in order to have some form of money to through at the deposit. I went and waited in line to make the deposit. Made it and was preparing to leave the bank. I got out the door and punched the marble building before heading back inside. It struck me that I still had money to deposit. My tips, well $10.00 dollars of the twelve, because I needed at least $2.00 dollars to get home. So I deposited the $10.00 and left and punched the marble building again. I made a round of phone calls canceling my plans for the day because I wouldn't be able to afford the train to and from the three locations I needed to go to. I missed two auditions as a result. I got on the train and headed home.
It wasn't until I got home that I realized I hadn't gotten my shift meal at work. Which would have been my only meal for the day. This also added to my frustrations. I got home and decided to try and submit for more auditions for the coming week in order to make up for the missed auditions of the day. I posted a frustrated comment on Facebook. Then I began brainstorming how I would raise the rest of the money I needed to cover my deposit. The answer came pretty quick, it was he only thing I could do to raise the money, something that I had thought I wouldn't have to do again. In this world I have but one material possession, that of my DVD collection. I covet my DVD's and treat them like children. I realized I would have to go through once again detach myself from them and sell them. Sunday is going to be a tough day. I am going to have to sort through and decide what to let go of. Then I will have to risk taking the train without fare, from Pasadena all the way to Hollywood. To the only video store that I know of which buys DVD's. 20/20 video on Labrea and Sunset.
Lets not end this on a negative note. I checked my email later and found that I had landed the Lead role in the student film I auditioned for on Thursday. So Thats positive. A fitting end to an otherwise shit storm Saturday.
Friday
I awoke in Carleton's living room. Another day without a dream. As the day progressed Carelton had plans to go and talk with his manager at work in Beverly Hills. So with no plans except possibly heading down to pick up my paycheck and deposit it, I decided to tag along.
On the drive we listened to some music as we always do. Singing and having a genuinely good time driving through Los Angeles. On the freeway Carleton explained some of his new inspirations to me about one of his screenplays. He was very passionate about the explanation. He painted some really cool pictures of what he wants the movie to be. My excitement for the project grows every time he mentions it. As we entered Hollywood we put the music back on and sang and rocked out to some great songs. People were having a good time watching us dance and sing in the car as we drove down Santa Monica Blvd. We got his work not long after that. He went to the back of the store and spoke with his manager while I waited at the front. The sights of Beverly Hills during the day are something to behold. The women are beautiful to the point of near bewilderment. Time passed by very quickly as I took in the individual vistas of femininity. Carleton walked back out to where I was when he was through. We headed outside and he stopped mid step and told me we needed to go and check out my future birthday present. So we walked up a block to an art store. Neal Young, I believe it was. Carleton pointed out the giant picture of James Dean, that he was thinking of getting for me. Because I love James Dean quite a great deal. We walked up to the picture to see the price, but none was visible. Which i have come to know can only mean one thing. Expensive! We walked over to the desk of the lady working in the store and for shits and giggles, inquired about the price. Can you guess how much this 3foot by 2foot print out of a famous James Dean picture was?
Go ahead.
Okay, give up
$250,000.00 dollars. Hah! I guess if you look closely at the picture, its covered in diamond dust. I was immediately perplexed. What purpose does having a picture covered in diamond dust serve? I'll tell you, none. Pure unabashed unnecessary frivolousness. We kept asking questions as to not seem like cheap skates waltzing into a place unbeknownst of its pricey extravagance. Which is exactly what we had done. We filled out some cards in order to receive an invite to a Beverly Hills posh opening/presentation of this guys next collection. Then we were off. On the drive back, I received a call from my good friend DeSean. Inviting me to hang out later for a night of videogames. I then invited Carleton because the two of them had yet to meet. We headed back to North Hollywood to jump online and catch up with the world. I found I had a perspective Audition for the day. Then we watched Supernatural and DAMN was it good. This season is shaping up to be fantastic and mind blowing. We went back to drop of his sister Kia's computer then headed downtown to meet up with DeSean.
It was a great time. Rarely do two of my friends from different circles get along when i introduce them but this was an exception to a long history of failed attempts. We got right to joking and laughing and taking about the craft. It was funny to see how taken aback Carleton was by the sight of DeSeans place, same as I first was. We went to the grocery store and encountered a young cashier named Bridget who was quite disarming and slightly insulting which we all laughed about. Then headed back to DeSeans for screwdrivers and Potatoes and Chicken. I ate until I was full which I rarely get the chance to do. Played some videogames and then we went to an art gallery. The theme was Heaven and Hell. It was kinda weird, there were sigil's and names that stuck out because I am writing a story based in biblical myth. We left shortly after arriving and then Carleton headed home. Then I played more video games then Desean went to sleep. then I played more videogames, then I went to sleep. All in all, a successful day.
On the drive we listened to some music as we always do. Singing and having a genuinely good time driving through Los Angeles. On the freeway Carleton explained some of his new inspirations to me about one of his screenplays. He was very passionate about the explanation. He painted some really cool pictures of what he wants the movie to be. My excitement for the project grows every time he mentions it. As we entered Hollywood we put the music back on and sang and rocked out to some great songs. People were having a good time watching us dance and sing in the car as we drove down Santa Monica Blvd. We got his work not long after that. He went to the back of the store and spoke with his manager while I waited at the front. The sights of Beverly Hills during the day are something to behold. The women are beautiful to the point of near bewilderment. Time passed by very quickly as I took in the individual vistas of femininity. Carleton walked back out to where I was when he was through. We headed outside and he stopped mid step and told me we needed to go and check out my future birthday present. So we walked up a block to an art store. Neal Young, I believe it was. Carleton pointed out the giant picture of James Dean, that he was thinking of getting for me. Because I love James Dean quite a great deal. We walked up to the picture to see the price, but none was visible. Which i have come to know can only mean one thing. Expensive! We walked over to the desk of the lady working in the store and for shits and giggles, inquired about the price. Can you guess how much this 3foot by 2foot print out of a famous James Dean picture was?
Go ahead.
Okay, give up
$250,000.00 dollars. Hah! I guess if you look closely at the picture, its covered in diamond dust. I was immediately perplexed. What purpose does having a picture covered in diamond dust serve? I'll tell you, none. Pure unabashed unnecessary frivolousness. We kept asking questions as to not seem like cheap skates waltzing into a place unbeknownst of its pricey extravagance. Which is exactly what we had done. We filled out some cards in order to receive an invite to a Beverly Hills posh opening/presentation of this guys next collection. Then we were off. On the drive back, I received a call from my good friend DeSean. Inviting me to hang out later for a night of videogames. I then invited Carleton because the two of them had yet to meet. We headed back to North Hollywood to jump online and catch up with the world. I found I had a perspective Audition for the day. Then we watched Supernatural and DAMN was it good. This season is shaping up to be fantastic and mind blowing. We went back to drop of his sister Kia's computer then headed downtown to meet up with DeSean.
It was a great time. Rarely do two of my friends from different circles get along when i introduce them but this was an exception to a long history of failed attempts. We got right to joking and laughing and taking about the craft. It was funny to see how taken aback Carleton was by the sight of DeSeans place, same as I first was. We went to the grocery store and encountered a young cashier named Bridget who was quite disarming and slightly insulting which we all laughed about. Then headed back to DeSeans for screwdrivers and Potatoes and Chicken. I ate until I was full which I rarely get the chance to do. Played some videogames and then we went to an art gallery. The theme was Heaven and Hell. It was kinda weird, there were sigil's and names that stuck out because I am writing a story based in biblical myth. We left shortly after arriving and then Carleton headed home. Then I played more video games then Desean went to sleep. then I played more videogames, then I went to sleep. All in all, a successful day.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday
Today I woke up and had no recollection of any sort of dream. Which is common for me. I woke and went about my day. I went first to Amber's computer in order to check my LA Casting page. To See if I had any more auditions I needed to line up for the day. There were none. I proceeded to check my email which consequently lead me to Facebook. Whilst on my Facebook page, I felt compelled to add photos to my page. I wanted to find photos of myself from my high school days or "Glory Days" as I refer to them. You see, back then I was built. I was much more fit and focused on fitness. I was buff, ripped, shredded.
In the years between 2000 and 2004, I was at the peak of physical perfection. I spent every waking moment dedicated to improvement. I grew up on Smallville in those days. I wanted to be Tom Welling, moreover I wanted to be Superman. I came to the bleak realization pretty quick That I was mortal and that changed nothing I still sought perfection within myself.
That being said I have wanted to regain my old body for a long time but never have made the necessary steps toward doing so. I felt reconnecting with pictures of my past self would help me do so. The only other source of photos that I have is on myspace. So I logged on and began downloading the photos I could find. While on myspace I received a message from my brother. It seems that myspace now has a facebook messenger of its own. I spent hours catching up, talking to and reminiscing with y brother it was great. So great in fact, that I skipped my first audition of the day to do so. I did so without regret. Because he is number one in my life. After we were finished talking, I took a shower and set out for my second and only audition of the day. I took the train too the LACC, Los Angeles City College and went to their film building. I got there a few hours early and wandered around. I went into the bathroom and practiced my monologue so I would be fresh for my actual audition. I went downstairs and fell in and out of sleep until about thirty minutes before my audition. On my way through the building after waking up. I accidentally came across the actual room in which I was to audition. I sat for three minutes before a nice lady stepped out and asked if I was there for the audition I answered yes and she brought me into the room. I took out my headshot and resume and handed it to the student director. She asked if I waned to do my monologue sitting or standing. I opted for sitting. I had never tried my monologue seated before. I slated to the camera (stated my name and the role I was reading for) and got to it. I gave the second best rendition of my Supernatural monologue that I have ever given. I could feel the room entranced by my words. I had full control of the room which gave me the freedom of pace. I felt incredible. Then when I finished, we discussed in great detail what would be expected of me in the film process. I left on cloud nine, as I always do.
From there, I headed to North Hollywood to meet up with my friend Erik, We met up again at Starbucks and discussed the project we had brainstormed and written some what together. He mainly did all the work. Which I felt good about because he is so passionate about it. His vision for the project is great and I really feel it hits all the points that it should. We then discussed in great detail the project that I am working on. We discussed for a good deal of time all the intricacies and questions that would be asked which was greatly helpful. Then Carleton showed up and we talked about blogs and videos and life. Erik had to head home in order to get some sleep so we all got into Carleton's car and he took Erik to the store then home, but not before we inquire about the filming that was going on on the street. Turned out it was an episode of CSI. After dropping Erik off, Carleton and I headed back to his place. He had to head back to a work function so I hung out with his sister and watched a movie that he said I needed to see. An act for which I will never forgive him.
His sister Kia and I sat through the first half of the worst "movie" ever to find a producer and financing. Its called "The Devils Tomb" and it is by leaps and bound the worst thing in the world. Don't see it, just trust me. It somehow merited the inclusion of actors such as Ray Winstone, Ron Perlman and Taryn Manning. I figure they all owe the director money because it is a mark of shame on the resume of everyone involved with the project. Shame on them. Dirty, Reprehensible shame. Half way through the worst thing ever, my friend Alex showed up and sat in disgusted awe of the abomination that played before us. Carleton showed up and we headed to Big Wangs bar for drinks and Karaoke. I was able to sing Journey's classic "Don't Stop Believing" before nights end. Alex headed home early and Carlton and Kia never got to sing their songs. We headed back to Carletons and had a huge religious discussion brought upon by the details of my current project.
All in all it was a great and eventful Thurdsay.
In the years between 2000 and 2004, I was at the peak of physical perfection. I spent every waking moment dedicated to improvement. I grew up on Smallville in those days. I wanted to be Tom Welling, moreover I wanted to be Superman. I came to the bleak realization pretty quick That I was mortal and that changed nothing I still sought perfection within myself.
That being said I have wanted to regain my old body for a long time but never have made the necessary steps toward doing so. I felt reconnecting with pictures of my past self would help me do so. The only other source of photos that I have is on myspace. So I logged on and began downloading the photos I could find. While on myspace I received a message from my brother. It seems that myspace now has a facebook messenger of its own. I spent hours catching up, talking to and reminiscing with y brother it was great. So great in fact, that I skipped my first audition of the day to do so. I did so without regret. Because he is number one in my life. After we were finished talking, I took a shower and set out for my second and only audition of the day. I took the train too the LACC, Los Angeles City College and went to their film building. I got there a few hours early and wandered around. I went into the bathroom and practiced my monologue so I would be fresh for my actual audition. I went downstairs and fell in and out of sleep until about thirty minutes before my audition. On my way through the building after waking up. I accidentally came across the actual room in which I was to audition. I sat for three minutes before a nice lady stepped out and asked if I was there for the audition I answered yes and she brought me into the room. I took out my headshot and resume and handed it to the student director. She asked if I waned to do my monologue sitting or standing. I opted for sitting. I had never tried my monologue seated before. I slated to the camera (stated my name and the role I was reading for) and got to it. I gave the second best rendition of my Supernatural monologue that I have ever given. I could feel the room entranced by my words. I had full control of the room which gave me the freedom of pace. I felt incredible. Then when I finished, we discussed in great detail what would be expected of me in the film process. I left on cloud nine, as I always do.
From there, I headed to North Hollywood to meet up with my friend Erik, We met up again at Starbucks and discussed the project we had brainstormed and written some what together. He mainly did all the work. Which I felt good about because he is so passionate about it. His vision for the project is great and I really feel it hits all the points that it should. We then discussed in great detail the project that I am working on. We discussed for a good deal of time all the intricacies and questions that would be asked which was greatly helpful. Then Carleton showed up and we talked about blogs and videos and life. Erik had to head home in order to get some sleep so we all got into Carleton's car and he took Erik to the store then home, but not before we inquire about the filming that was going on on the street. Turned out it was an episode of CSI. After dropping Erik off, Carleton and I headed back to his place. He had to head back to a work function so I hung out with his sister and watched a movie that he said I needed to see. An act for which I will never forgive him.
His sister Kia and I sat through the first half of the worst "movie" ever to find a producer and financing. Its called "The Devils Tomb" and it is by leaps and bound the worst thing in the world. Don't see it, just trust me. It somehow merited the inclusion of actors such as Ray Winstone, Ron Perlman and Taryn Manning. I figure they all owe the director money because it is a mark of shame on the resume of everyone involved with the project. Shame on them. Dirty, Reprehensible shame. Half way through the worst thing ever, my friend Alex showed up and sat in disgusted awe of the abomination that played before us. Carleton showed up and we headed to Big Wangs bar for drinks and Karaoke. I was able to sing Journey's classic "Don't Stop Believing" before nights end. Alex headed home early and Carlton and Kia never got to sing their songs. We headed back to Carletons and had a huge religious discussion brought upon by the details of my current project.
All in all it was a great and eventful Thurdsay.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday
Started the morning off with another dream log. Spent the rest of the morning eating some taquitos and watching Supernatural season 4 special features, mostly Director/Writer commentary and deleted scenes. Which took up the time I needed to shower. I got dressed in a hurry and left for work. It was another hot beast of a day, though the metro transit authority saw fit to provide air conditioning today on the train. It was more deserved than appreciated. I spent the train ride reading.
I arrived at work with enough time to order my shift meal before preparing for the Britney Spears crowd and there impending onsluaght of young women dressed in clothes there mothers should allow. As well as older women dressed in clothes that make me love LA. It wasn't as crazy as expected but it did stay busy much longer than yesterdays failure of a concert event rush. I got the sex eyes from one lady after seating her and her friends. It wasn't until later that I realized I need to work on my closing strategy. Another beautiful older woman was asking me what the best happy hour at LA Live was, I told her the Yardhouse has the best selection and atmosphere. She seemed interested and continued the conversation well past her question, so I recipricated and began asking her about the OC, where she is from. She told me liked to visit LA, I should have closed at that moment. But as I always do, I got lost in her ever present beauty and eyes. I asked her what she did in the OC and she replied "Interior decorating and Graphic Design." Thats hot! This gorgeous women is a Graphic Designer!?! I was sold. My smooth rebuttal was "Cool cool...." Stupid I know. Her friends began for the door and she leaned in, grabbed my hand tight and said "It was very nice meeting you." Then as quick as she appeared she was gone. I didn't even get her name, let alone her number. I freaking suck at talking to women. That was a fantastic missed opportunity. I've got to practice. Before I left work, my friend Sean, let me print up some film resumes. They will come in handy for my two auditions tomorrow. Hopefully I can squeeze in some time to go and get infuriated at the bank.
I came home and submitted myself online for some more auditions hopefully i can fill Thursday, Friday and Sunday with auditions since they are my days off this week. Just hoping that tips from work cover my transportation costs.
I arrived at work with enough time to order my shift meal before preparing for the Britney Spears crowd and there impending onsluaght of young women dressed in clothes there mothers should allow. As well as older women dressed in clothes that make me love LA. It wasn't as crazy as expected but it did stay busy much longer than yesterdays failure of a concert event rush. I got the sex eyes from one lady after seating her and her friends. It wasn't until later that I realized I need to work on my closing strategy. Another beautiful older woman was asking me what the best happy hour at LA Live was, I told her the Yardhouse has the best selection and atmosphere. She seemed interested and continued the conversation well past her question, so I recipricated and began asking her about the OC, where she is from. She told me liked to visit LA, I should have closed at that moment. But as I always do, I got lost in her ever present beauty and eyes. I asked her what she did in the OC and she replied "Interior decorating and Graphic Design." Thats hot! This gorgeous women is a Graphic Designer!?! I was sold. My smooth rebuttal was "Cool cool...." Stupid I know. Her friends began for the door and she leaned in, grabbed my hand tight and said "It was very nice meeting you." Then as quick as she appeared she was gone. I didn't even get her name, let alone her number. I freaking suck at talking to women. That was a fantastic missed opportunity. I've got to practice. Before I left work, my friend Sean, let me print up some film resumes. They will come in handy for my two auditions tomorrow. Hopefully I can squeeze in some time to go and get infuriated at the bank.
I came home and submitted myself online for some more auditions hopefully i can fill Thursday, Friday and Sunday with auditions since they are my days off this week. Just hoping that tips from work cover my transportation costs.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday
So today has been another silently productive day. I woke up this morning and opened my dream book to log the two dreams I had last night. Then I got up and watched the movie freaks from 1920 something. It was very strange. They used actual circus folk when they filmed it and I guess it was banned for several years because if it. After thatI stood up walked to the bathroom and showered, got ready for work and then headed out.
While I was rode to work via the metro train, I got a call from the bank. It was finally the guy I had been trying to reach for two weeks, Jose. He began to enrage me with news that the bank had withdrawn funds from my saving account. I disputed this with him as he fed me more news contrary to what i had discussed with the bank manager the day prior. Basically, he was just told to call me and attempt to alay my annoyance with information he thought i wanted to hear. When they should have explained what had happened the last four times I had gone in to speak with him during his random absences. As he slowly started to realize he had done more harm than good he cut the conversation short and told me he would call me again. I wasn't going to let the bank bamboozle me any longer, so I headed for the bank. When I got there I was taken aback by the fact that this monstrous douchebag was actually there. So I sat and waited to speak to him. While I patiently waited to tear this unforgivable fuck a new ass-gash. A teller came up to me and asked if I needed help, I explained my situation to him and he took sympathy towards my encounter with the banks error. This also threw me a bit. But I soldiered on and took a chance on what might be a positive experience at this bank. He tried to set up a text message system that allows me to have my balance sent to me so i don't have to get online every time I need to check my balance. Needless to say it never got set up, the system was down or some shit, but I appreciated this mans attempt. When Jose became available I tried to talk to him and he brushed me off. I told him I had just spoken with him on the phone and he acted like it never happened. Then told me he would need to talk with someone else before he could help me and that he was busy. I wanted to stab his stupid ass in the face but I took a deep breath and left.
I got to work and I was preparing for the worst, since tonight was the Miley Cyrus concert at the Staples Center, I expected pandemonium. Instead, what I got was a relaxing and well oiled machine of a day at work. The new host Carly was there and it was a night of efficiency. I got to talk to Carly and find out more about her. She is very pretty and dough eyed but I learned she is more than meets the eye. She is a driven woman. She has her life pretty well mapped out for the next couple years. Her and her boyfriend are living here while he goes to school and before she heads to dental college. It was refreshing getting a better understanding of her.
Since it wasn't as busy as planned, I was sent home early. I got back home and startled Amber, who was watching dvds and doing her hair in her underwear. She couldn't hear my approach because the AC was on. Oh! Did I mention today was as hot as balls! Well, it was. She shooed me out of the room while she went and got dressed and then we bonded over a common struggle, that of Chase bank fucking up our lives, or at least trying to. She wrote a check and went to go deposit before the bank could swindle any more money from her. In her absence I began vacuuming my room. It was a nasty revelatory process. The inside of the vacuum was filthy and smelly, my hand was covered in rancid soot. It took a few minutes of scrubbing to rid my hand of the mess. Then I went back over the floor a few more time to insure a job well done. By this time the food I placed in the oven was ready to eat so i ate it and began researching biblical myth for a story i am writing. After I ate, I was in a state of heightened lethargy and decided to sleep, while my room and the gallon of Febreeze I sprayed aired out and worked it magic. When I awoke a few hours had passed and I realized Amber hadn't returned. So I texted her only to find that she had gone to Mavis' to watch Dexter without me. Last night I fell asleep and did a decent amount of snoring, which illicited the taking of sleep addled pictures. I went back to my research and got a good deal more writing done. Then I took a break to check my facebook where my good friend Carol had sent me a link to a beautiful video, which I will share with you. Please check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJRpSRevozA
While I was rode to work via the metro train, I got a call from the bank. It was finally the guy I had been trying to reach for two weeks, Jose. He began to enrage me with news that the bank had withdrawn funds from my saving account. I disputed this with him as he fed me more news contrary to what i had discussed with the bank manager the day prior. Basically, he was just told to call me and attempt to alay my annoyance with information he thought i wanted to hear. When they should have explained what had happened the last four times I had gone in to speak with him during his random absences. As he slowly started to realize he had done more harm than good he cut the conversation short and told me he would call me again. I wasn't going to let the bank bamboozle me any longer, so I headed for the bank. When I got there I was taken aback by the fact that this monstrous douchebag was actually there. So I sat and waited to speak to him. While I patiently waited to tear this unforgivable fuck a new ass-gash. A teller came up to me and asked if I needed help, I explained my situation to him and he took sympathy towards my encounter with the banks error. This also threw me a bit. But I soldiered on and took a chance on what might be a positive experience at this bank. He tried to set up a text message system that allows me to have my balance sent to me so i don't have to get online every time I need to check my balance. Needless to say it never got set up, the system was down or some shit, but I appreciated this mans attempt. When Jose became available I tried to talk to him and he brushed me off. I told him I had just spoken with him on the phone and he acted like it never happened. Then told me he would need to talk with someone else before he could help me and that he was busy. I wanted to stab his stupid ass in the face but I took a deep breath and left.
I got to work and I was preparing for the worst, since tonight was the Miley Cyrus concert at the Staples Center, I expected pandemonium. Instead, what I got was a relaxing and well oiled machine of a day at work. The new host Carly was there and it was a night of efficiency. I got to talk to Carly and find out more about her. She is very pretty and dough eyed but I learned she is more than meets the eye. She is a driven woman. She has her life pretty well mapped out for the next couple years. Her and her boyfriend are living here while he goes to school and before she heads to dental college. It was refreshing getting a better understanding of her.
Since it wasn't as busy as planned, I was sent home early. I got back home and startled Amber, who was watching dvds and doing her hair in her underwear. She couldn't hear my approach because the AC was on. Oh! Did I mention today was as hot as balls! Well, it was. She shooed me out of the room while she went and got dressed and then we bonded over a common struggle, that of Chase bank fucking up our lives, or at least trying to. She wrote a check and went to go deposit before the bank could swindle any more money from her. In her absence I began vacuuming my room. It was a nasty revelatory process. The inside of the vacuum was filthy and smelly, my hand was covered in rancid soot. It took a few minutes of scrubbing to rid my hand of the mess. Then I went back over the floor a few more time to insure a job well done. By this time the food I placed in the oven was ready to eat so i ate it and began researching biblical myth for a story i am writing. After I ate, I was in a state of heightened lethargy and decided to sleep, while my room and the gallon of Febreeze I sprayed aired out and worked it magic. When I awoke a few hours had passed and I realized Amber hadn't returned. So I texted her only to find that she had gone to Mavis' to watch Dexter without me. Last night I fell asleep and did a decent amount of snoring, which illicited the taking of sleep addled pictures. I went back to my research and got a good deal more writing done. Then I took a break to check my facebook where my good friend Carol had sent me a link to a beautiful video, which I will share with you. Please check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJRpSRevozA
Monday, September 21, 2009
Monday, Magnificent Moday!
Today has been a delicious day. I woke up showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed and took the train to work. I decided to bring my sketch book with me today, while on the train I began to draw the main character of my "Trust" premise project.
Work was steady and tips were less than decent but that still better than no tips. During the down time I was able to flesh out a little more of my "Trust" TV project. While at work I received the most wonderful news from my future roommate Christine. She told me that She, Alex and myself were all approved to move in to the apartment we found in Hollywood. Which means soon, I will be closer to the pulse of the industry. I received a phone call from Alex not long after that, telling that his friend was sure that after four days of not hearing back, we were not going to get in. He sounded rather morose, It was kind of funny in a sad way. I let him know we got in and I could almost hear him jump for joy through the phone. Work was a breeze after that.
I left work and headed for the train before remembering there was a matter I needed to resolve at the bank. I walked into the bank and got in line and waited patiently, only to reach the teller who gave me the same tripe that always try and feed me. Like the chump I usually am, I took it. I walked out of the bank fuming. I stopped and turned around, emboldened with a new sense of authority, and ran back into the bank as to a lovers bed! I of course got back in line and waited, but when i got back up to the teller, I stood straight chest out and spoke with defiant urgency. Needless to say, my problem wasn't resolved but i did feel damn good putting my foot down.
I took the train home and did some more drawing. When I got home, I submitted for some more roles and got straight to blogging. Now its time for a Dexter season 3 marathon with Mavis and Amber. Blog later.
Work was steady and tips were less than decent but that still better than no tips. During the down time I was able to flesh out a little more of my "Trust" TV project. While at work I received the most wonderful news from my future roommate Christine. She told me that She, Alex and myself were all approved to move in to the apartment we found in Hollywood. Which means soon, I will be closer to the pulse of the industry. I received a phone call from Alex not long after that, telling that his friend was sure that after four days of not hearing back, we were not going to get in. He sounded rather morose, It was kind of funny in a sad way. I let him know we got in and I could almost hear him jump for joy through the phone. Work was a breeze after that.
I left work and headed for the train before remembering there was a matter I needed to resolve at the bank. I walked into the bank and got in line and waited patiently, only to reach the teller who gave me the same tripe that always try and feed me. Like the chump I usually am, I took it. I walked out of the bank fuming. I stopped and turned around, emboldened with a new sense of authority, and ran back into the bank as to a lovers bed! I of course got back in line and waited, but when i got back up to the teller, I stood straight chest out and spoke with defiant urgency. Needless to say, my problem wasn't resolved but i did feel damn good putting my foot down.
I took the train home and did some more drawing. When I got home, I submitted for some more roles and got straight to blogging. Now its time for a Dexter season 3 marathon with Mavis and Amber. Blog later.
A lazyily Productive Sunday.
Sunday was a slow day for me. I woke up to the sounds of my wonderful roommate, Amber and her friend, whom I consider my friend, Mavis. They were in the kitchen talking. I stood up well rested but groggy and walk towards them into the kitchen and drank some minute maid juice (the stuff is like crack cocaine, so damn good) Then, I went and got my Supernatural season four and put in the sixth disc so that i could watch the special features. Amber and Mavis came into the living room and we all began discussing movies and the like. I love movie talk and discussing what is good and compelling to each of us. Amber spent most of that time getting ready for work. She then left for work and I figured Mavis would be on her way as well, since she and I have only spoken once prior to today. That wasn't the case. We instead talked for hours on various topics, ideas and points of view. Mavis is an incredible and insightful woman and equally incredible and insightful as a conversationalist and can communicate in depth about any and everything. I learned more than i knew about topics that i felt i had a grasp on and see a new depth to things that i am passionate about and want to learn about. After 6pm we ended our conversation and she headed home. I put in Supernatural and watched the special features on the motivations and reasonings behind the fourth season. I freaking love that show. I passed out on the living room floor woke up and got on the computer. Submitted for some features, commercials and shorts. Then Amber came home with food from the Emmy event tonight at work. Amber is unyeildingly nurturing and kind. She is an incredible person. I was getting ready to go and spend what little transportation money i have left to go and get something to eat, until she swooped it and saved the day. I owe Amber a lot, she is one of the people that push me to succeed in my pursuit of the craft. Which is why I closed the computuer after checking out some prospective places for my next place of residence come Octobers end, and I finished "A Director Prepares", worte some more and decieded to get back online and blog to the four of you who may or may not check these entries. Now I am going to get back to reading "The Art of Dramatic Writing" so that I can further and correctly flesh out my TV pilot ideas as well as my youtube skits.
Magical night.
So clearly I wasn't able to post anything on Saturday as I wasn't able to get online. Saturday was an absolutely great and wonderful day. I had work in the morning and then tried to get to North Hollywood via the train for an audition for a Martial Arts film. Needless to say, I didn't make it. Seems to be becoming a trend which I need to put an abrupt end to. Anywho, I met up with my friend Alex who was able to make it the audition and we chatted, then he headed off to work. I made a call to our future roommate and to see if the place which we submitted applications to earlier last week had gotten back to us on our credit status. They had not.
By this time it was only 2pm and I had nothing to do until 7pm. So i made some phone calls and got in touch with my friend Erik, he was running some errands at home and told me he would call when he was done. I made my way to Starbucks and read "A Director Prepares." Its a wonderful and insightful book on the art of directing and creation of art. I highly recommend it to any director, actor or artist of any kind. I spent a couple hours reading and writing down quotes from the book along with ideas for stories that came to me as i read. Shortly there after my friend Erik arrived and wanted to write down a script for a short scketch we came up with a while back. Then a few more hours past until i had to get ready for my plans that night. I went to the bathroom and changed before we headed out to where I was meeting my friend for dinner. He left.
My friend and I had dinner and discussed things. We went to an event and then drove around Pasadena. It was somewhat magical. Pasadena is a beautiful place.
By this time it was only 2pm and I had nothing to do until 7pm. So i made some phone calls and got in touch with my friend Erik, he was running some errands at home and told me he would call when he was done. I made my way to Starbucks and read "A Director Prepares." Its a wonderful and insightful book on the art of directing and creation of art. I highly recommend it to any director, actor or artist of any kind. I spent a couple hours reading and writing down quotes from the book along with ideas for stories that came to me as i read. Shortly there after my friend Erik arrived and wanted to write down a script for a short scketch we came up with a while back. Then a few more hours past until i had to get ready for my plans that night. I went to the bathroom and changed before we headed out to where I was meeting my friend for dinner. He left.
My friend and I had dinner and discussed things. We went to an event and then drove around Pasadena. It was somewhat magical. Pasadena is a beautiful place.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Two days in a row.
So Thursday ended up being a lazy day for me. Full of sleep, video games and food. I spent the day at my friend Sean's place. I was supposed to go to the cold reading class with Alex. This is the last time I skip the Re-Writers Guild for no legitimate reason. Today will bring more productivity. I have a meeting with a new roommate and manager this morning at 10 o'clock. Hopefully this place ends up being where I move to next, I really don't want to have to stress over looking for a place. Then I will have a couple of hours to hopefully get in some reading before work. I need to figure out if I will be able to make it to any of the auditions I have lined up perspectively this Saturday. I will be walking away with better tips as a busser tonight at work. Then It's back to hosting Saturday morning. Saturday night should prove to be a stellar occasion. I am going to a charity event with a lovely friend of mine by the name of Ashley. I've been silently looking forward to it all week. Right now I need to get some moderate amount of sleep before I start this day.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I am back.
So back in January I mentioned using this as a journal. That clearly never came to fruition. I am now taking the opportunity to do so and stick to it. A lot has changed. I am a different man, I have grown. In the past nine months, I have experienced a great deal both good and bad. I fell in love, I got back into theatre, I once a gain reassessed my goal and end goal, I got back to writing and drawing as well. My creative apparatus is back in full swing and this momentum can only bring more to my craft. Today, I am meeting with Alex and we will be going to the Re-Writers Guild meeting to do some cold reading. I am sure I will talk to Carleton and Erik at some point today. Carleton just had a huge audition for "Three Rivers." New show on CBS. Looking forward to Supernatural season 5, episode 2, today.
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