Monday, May 23, 2011

Today Is Monday. Where Did My Weekend Go?

Ever since I've started doing more acting projects on the weekend, my weekends have stopped feeling like weekends. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly NOT complaining because not only is it experience and exposure, but it's exciting! Before I could get to filming on Sunday, however, I had plenty of things to do. 

Friday night was relatively mild although I had a severe case of insomnia and did not manage to fall asleep until somewhere between 230 and 3 a.m. Thank you Twitter and texting to help me pass the time during those sleepless hours. My coffee maker was set to brew a strong cup of joe just after 7 a.m. because I was planning on making the most of my Saturday, so when my alarm went off and I smelled the coffee, I knew I was getting out of bed. Not much else I can do once I smell those coffee fumes. Despite being incredibly tired, I still managed to be productive. Laundry, vacuuming, cleaning out the fridge, clearing off the kitchen table, throwing away the dying fleurs and washing the vase, unloading the dishwasher...just to name a few of the things I accomplished at home before noon. 

After I was done cleaning, I forced myself out of the house and over to the thrift store to see if I could find a few suitable items for the western short film I was going to be in on Sunday. I wasn't expecting to find much, but I went in with an open mind and wouldn't you know, there were a pair of beat up cowboy boots waiting for me in just my size. I was more than pleased! I also picked up a brown button-down shirt (or is it button-up?) just in case. The director already told me that he had most of my costume for me, but I wanted to make sure that I liked what I was wearing! I was completely shocked that I found appropriate boots, but I guess it was just meant to be!

I finished my Saturday afternoon/evening by having a marathon of Army Wives (gosh, I love that show!) while listening to the sounds of the joyous college graduation party below my unit. My neighbor left a note saying she was going to have a party that night and while it was supposed to run late,  she said she would tone it down as it went on. Riiiiiiiight. I fell asleep around nine and was awakened at 2 a.m. Needless to say, I was NOT pleased. Normally I would not have cared much, but I had to get up early to get ready so I could be in Santa Cruz on Sunday morning...I needed my sleep! After slamming my windows shut (like I said, I was not pleased), they didn't get the hint and I continued to hear pounding bass and loud patio conversations (if you can call shouting a conversation). When I realized this was not going to let up anytime soon and also that she lied about toning down the party, I contemplated calling the police and making a noise complaint. Since I don't have their number handy and I wasn't about to google it, I opted to stomp loudly on the floor. I apparently got my point across because all voices hushed immediately, the music was turned off, and the party quickly ended soon after. Mission accomplished.

Once I finally drifted back to sleep, it was time to get up again so I wouldn't be late for the shoot in Santa Cruz. I had already worked with two of guys before (the director and one of the camera guys) so I was pretty comfortable already. I didn't know the other two actors, but one was a 12-year old boy and he was just downright adorable. He played my younger brother and had the greatest mop of curly brown hair that any girl or guy would be completely envious over. One of the highlights from the day was when I saw two deer grazing in the grass. If I had my actual camera I could have gotten a really great picture of one, but I used my phone. Unfortunately it was on the Dali lens, so it wasn't quite what I was hoping for. Here was the result anyway. 

The deer in the middle kind of looks like the nose, the bushes look like eyes, and a faint smile curve at the bottom. 

Now that it's Monday, it's back to the grindstone! It's going to be a long, slow day at work. 

xoxox
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