A quick note

Smokers are people too. It is unconstitutional to not allow smoking on the premises of your fake company.

That is all.

We now return to your regularly scheduled feminist caterwauling

It's been some time. I'm sorry.

Tonight, whilst in an argument with one of my good friends about women in Hollywood and how no one is talented etc. (the argument is not the important part here) his neighbor, who I am casually acquainted to, came outside to smoke a cigarette with us. Now, I like this Dude, given the few conversations I've had with him, but I found out tonight that he is a mansplainer. We got on the topic of my recent work on a 16mm film as a production designer and how I at first doubted myself because I am not that creative (I feel), I was untried, and this wasn't even the job I applied for. The Mansplainer proceeded to tell me that the reason that women are discriminated against in Hollywood is because we doubt ourselves.

Really?! Oh, thank you, Mansplainer for telling me this. We've discovered the secret. You're saying that if only we womenfolk wouldn't doubt ourselves, we'd be more respected, paid the same amount as men, and be more of a pleasure to be around. Why, it makes so much sense. Except in the sense that when a woman is confident in herself, men assume that she is a bitch. Whereas a confident male is run of the mill.

I guess you can't convince everyone.

Get it. Get. It.

Oooohh it's been a while.

I am currently on my way back to ye olde Flaaarda. Which is pretty exciting despite the slight annoyance of this layover in "Chaaalston", y'all. It's freezing in here and I'm seeing an usually high amount of armed service soldiers today. Well, three, but that's still a bit much. At least it's not the Memphis airport which smells like barbecue.

I could really go for a nap omigodilovepeoplewhotravelwithnothingnotevenasuitcaseorabookor
evenabuddyIjustsawsomeonelikethatanditmakemeincrediblyhappy because I didn't sleep last night because I'm a jackass and decided that partying with Jackie and Libs was more important than not throwing up on my plane. There are Wheel eggs and toast just a-gurgling away in my tum. It was a good idea at the time but now I regret it. Whatever, last night was stressful, I totally deserve some fucking eggs and toast. My nerves were frayed to nothing due to my fear of loud noises and the idea that fireworks are RAINING FIRE down on the earth and you never know, I might catch on fire or something on top of a run in with the cops because my idiot friend Griffin decided to light off illegal fireworks in his back yard. In the middle of town. No one was pleased, least of all Jackie who was wigging out in the basement.

Funnier story, an acquaintance of mine totally bit it in the door way into Griffin's house. We turned around and there he was, passed out with his head in the kitchen and his feet on the deck. Stupid thing is, he totally didn't have a buddy, and you should always have a buddy. Even if you're not drinking, you should have a buddy in case something terrible happens, like you pass out in a doorway, break your glasses, throw up three times, and open your sad, broken heart to three girls who you barely know who just think the whole situation is funny. Well, Jackie and I thought it was funny, Libby was sad and concerned. Bless her heart.

I'm bouts to get on a motherfucking plane. I'm outie 5000.

-Cath

Sunshine

Well, we've determined that it rains a whole fucking lot in Flaarda.

But I'm taking heart, Brooke, Alicia and Justin are coming home today. And we get our loan checks, which is pretty cool. Even if i don't get the full amount, I have a plan B. I just hope my dad is on board.

Nonetheless, I'm hopeful today. I've already had a pretty good start, sleeping late, drinking coffee, talking to my Bully about tea for about 20 minutes. Good morning...

Yeah, just a quick update about what a good day I'm having.

It's cloud season, look outside: www.myspace.com/johnmichaelwilliamplatter. His best song and one of my favorites ever.

I was just a phantom passing by

oh jeeze, I suck at posting on this.

Commercial yesterday kicked ass. Things like shoots make me realize that I can't imagine myself doing anything else with my life. Being a first AD was cool, mostly because Alicia was my director, so.. there's that. We're a pretty good team, and when you add Brooke as our DP, we're pretty much unstoppable. I'm excited for the free form which we shoot next Monday and Wednesday. I'm the script supervisor, so I just need to pay a lot of attention to detail and take a lot of notes.

But Nikki gets here in about 2 days. I'm not sure, people count that stuff differently. Her plane lands on Wednesday at 11.40 pm. So.. there's that. I've been feeling kind of low energy these days, so she's coming on a perfect week to cheer me up. And it doesn't hurt that I don't have class until Saturday. Weeeeee!

K, I'ma bounce.

Hey, I like this song, you should too: Oh My God- Ida Maria
Things I need to do this week: 0
Taking a lot of naps: Priceless

Coin operated what?

hey friends.

quitting smoking is kicking ass. I'm not actually quitting, but I've only smoked on cigarette since I've been allowed to. so.. there's that.

anyways, follow the group blog I'm involved in: HAADCORE
It's pretty cool, we all picked different days of the week and blog about something. so... follow that shit!

Day of the week I blag on: Tuesday
Song you should listen to today: I Need a Life - Born Ruffians
Number of days until Pineapple arrives: 6ish

LinearBezierHold

I'm having a rough morning.

It's only been two days, but I'm all headachey, and my tummy hurts. Poo on nicotine.

This is only worth it when Alicia says it.

Days Smokeless: 2
Song stuck in my head: Go Ahead - Rilo Kiley
Number of times I've checked my Twitter since 9 am: 6