Dec 22, 2010
Dec 11, 2010
Blog: Dec. 11, 2010
I never in my life felt like I've been a part of a community. A part of something to be proud of. This morning I filmed a scene for "Palindrome" at the Tam by Emerson. I was upset because I was an hour late because the previous night I partied hard (with the director). I had no energy. I could not focus. I think I performed okay, but I forgot most of the lines. I think that's my biggest problem with my acting. Memorization. It's difficult in film, when you don't get to speak with someone. Just today I had to just talk to myself, trying to leave enough room and invent a reaction from "invisible" co-star. It's much harder than you would think. Learning my lines inside out or "off the books" is my goal.
After we wrapped out of sheer exhaustion, hangovers, and schedule conflicts my next step was to go back to my apartment and snuggle in my bed for a much needed nap. But I remembered Nick was doing interviews for Moriah. Kismet. Nick and I find each other on the corner. We stroll through the gardens back to my apartment on one of the few days left where you can see blue in the sky. We shoot the shit. He invited me to an "Ugly Holiday Sweater Party" that his friend he hasn't seen in awhile. He said it would be mostly filled with couple, engaged couples, or married couples. Basically, people we hate to be around. But Nick the good guy promised, and he keeps his promises. I let Nick know quickly that I wanted to go, because the sound of an Ugly Sweater Party sounded intriguing, but after hearing the full description - and my lack of ugly sweaters - I declined. I was tired, hungry, my apartment is a mess, and I really wanted to finish watching the new episode of The Office.
I've been in high spirits. I feel like at times I'm doing things correctly. I even purchased a sun lamp to see if it helps treat my Seasonal Affective Disorder. Snow is in the forecast (duh, it's Boston) and I become unreasonably depressed. I'm done with sleeping and dreaming life away. I want to beat this depression. I want to face my fears. I'm hoping this fun little glowing device will help compared to the years of chemicals called Antidepressants I've shoved in my body.
It's almost 6PM. I think I may take a cat nap. I'm not sure what the plans are for tonight. I may just relax and watch a good movie on Netflix. I've decided that I'm going to suck it up and work on Martin's film. Even though it kind of feels like a slap in the face, I get to be an android stripper. I'll probably never get the chance to be that again.
After we wrapped out of sheer exhaustion, hangovers, and schedule conflicts my next step was to go back to my apartment and snuggle in my bed for a much needed nap. But I remembered Nick was doing interviews for Moriah. Kismet. Nick and I find each other on the corner. We stroll through the gardens back to my apartment on one of the few days left where you can see blue in the sky. We shoot the shit. He invited me to an "Ugly Holiday Sweater Party" that his friend he hasn't seen in awhile. He said it would be mostly filled with couple, engaged couples, or married couples. Basically, people we hate to be around. But Nick the good guy promised, and he keeps his promises. I let Nick know quickly that I wanted to go, because the sound of an Ugly Sweater Party sounded intriguing, but after hearing the full description - and my lack of ugly sweaters - I declined. I was tired, hungry, my apartment is a mess, and I really wanted to finish watching the new episode of The Office.
I've been in high spirits. I feel like at times I'm doing things correctly. I even purchased a sun lamp to see if it helps treat my Seasonal Affective Disorder. Snow is in the forecast (duh, it's Boston) and I become unreasonably depressed. I'm done with sleeping and dreaming life away. I want to beat this depression. I want to face my fears. I'm hoping this fun little glowing device will help compared to the years of chemicals called Antidepressants I've shoved in my body.
It's almost 6PM. I think I may take a cat nap. I'm not sure what the plans are for tonight. I may just relax and watch a good movie on Netflix. I've decided that I'm going to suck it up and work on Martin's film. Even though it kind of feels like a slap in the face, I get to be an android stripper. I'll probably never get the chance to be that again.
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