Monday, May 31, 2004

My friends are the best. Seriously. When I think back over the course of my life, I really must conclude that there have been so many wonderful people sharing it with me. I forgot about most of them for a few years there, but I'm glad that they never forgot about me. So, thank you dear ones. [Dude. I'm seriously getting misty here.]

1. Thanks Tamara - For being a downright awesome pal and roommate. You took me to get my hair done on my birthday and waited for like 9 hours. You care about me when I'm sad. You never say, "I told you so." even though you are right most of the time. You drive me places when my car is ill. You have a knack for knowing when to keep your opinion to yourself and when to let me know what's on your mind. You've never said, "Snap out of it!" even when the situation really calls for it.

2. Thanks Mels - For being so wise. You have a gift for putting things into perspective, and you always do it with a lot of care. You are thoughtful. You were the first person to volunteer your time to produce our movie, and you didn't complain when things got really tough.

3. Thanks Elliott - For making me laugh. Whether it's a knife-wielding ancient man or a back-woods horror movie plot complete with dirt bike riders and underwear, you always come up with something that really gets me giggling.

4. Thanks LH - For the intervention. You put yourself on the line there and ended up showing me what true friendship is made of. It touches my heart that you and SG really care about my well being. Thanks for always extending an invitation to dinner too. Home-cooked meals are the best!

5. Thanks JB - For just about everything. You don't mind it when I act crazy. You solve my computer problems. You are always there to provide an answer or opinion. You have a lot of respect for people and I love that about you.

6. Thanks Waller - For not getting mad that you are sixth on this list - (seriously, it's stream of consciousness writing so don't get offended.) You know that the horse voice is funny. You helped me make prank phone calls and then only mildly rolled your eyes when I was afraid that I was going to get arrested for it. You invite me to join you at the beach, your friends' houses, and to New Years parties. You are sensitive, just like me, so I know that you'll understand exactly what I mean when I get all philosophical about life.

7. I'm not sure if the rest of y'all read the blog, so here's a group thanks to: Sus, Kim, JoJo, Lynn, Lori, Waz, Kuntzer, Grit, Crazy, Jen, Rocko, Kevbo, Joanne, Wendy, and Tina for sending your love.

Saturday, May 29, 2004

Little kids are great liars. They'll look you straight in the eye and say they've brushed their teeth already when they haven't. They'll try to convince you that the fourth book you've read was actually only the second book so that they can get two more books out of you before bedtime. They'll come running out of the bedroom WAY past bedtime and say, "I gotta tell you something." When you ask what it is, they'll stare at you blankly. They'll say they can't sleep without mousey or luck bear or blankie or anything else that isn't in the immediate area just so that they can stay up for a few extra minutes looking for mousey or luck bear or blankie. They'll make you swear that you'll never have kids of your own, but then they'll look so darn cute when they're sleeping.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

I got "ENFP - Journalist" for the first one as well. Apparently, my unconscious self thinks I'm an ugly worthless fuck up....great.

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Tuesday, May 25, 2004

When it rains, it pours. I'm running around this week trying to get all the crap that's involved with my movie in order so that I can FINISH it, and I get this call from a friend, "Are you looking for work?" OF COURSE. With my auto costing me a million dollars a year to keep it running, I have drained the ol' bank account. Again. How will I afford dubs of my film, let alone festival entry fees? So, I start work tomorrow at 9am. Right after my timing session at 8am. Sometime during the day I also have to drive over to Burbank and drop off a big old check at Dolby. My, the days are just filling up!

Monday, May 24, 2004

So, I'm waiting down here for GlennGarry GlennGalster to drive me home. Rocko came up to me earlier today and said, "You've got to get a new car." No shit. Who of you out there is willing to be my sugar daddy? From the looks of it, I either have to get me one or actually sell some of my "intellectual property" soon in order to afford a new car. Rocko and Head Engineer were also discussing the fact that girls can sleep their way to the top in this business. Really now, WHO DOES THAT SHIT?!? Seriously. I don't know of one lady who would behave that way. It truly amazes me that those types of girls even exist.

Maybe I'm just a little too naive. Or too much of a romantic. Some of this "adult world" stuff really does blow my mind. Whatever happened to "playing nice" and "sharing" and "using your words" and countless other things that we were taught as children? When did everyone start lying to each other and manipulating situations for their own benefit? Is there some other set of rules for adult behavior that I haven't been given a copy of? If there is, I don't want 'em....

Once again, my life is being sucked away by the sound department. What is it about this place? Tars, GS, and I are sitting around the TA lounge complaining about the uphill battles we are all facing upon finishing our respective movies. This shit is worse than pre-pro. At least GS has a guitar to help keep our minds off of our problems.....

Sunday, May 23, 2004

"Can you smell this for me?"

I'm not shitting you. T$ and I were sitting on the front porch minding our own business when our neighbor walked up, held a container of milk-like product up to us, and asked that question. Seriously. What kind of a thought process goes on behind that one? Hmm. This smells funky. Or does it? Perhaps I should leave my kitchen, walk out of my house, and go ask one of my neighbors to dangle their nose over my curdling milk to see if it's as spoiled as I think it is. Brilliant idea. Tamara did it. Yes, it was bad. I suppressed a gag at the thought of it.

My car is a place of worship. I've prayed more "Our Fathers" in it than in any official church during my entire 16 years of Catholic Schooling. This time, it's something electrical. Picture the scene from "Back to the Future" where Marty is sitting in the Delorian preparing to go back to the future, and the display on his dashboard starts strobing. Zzzt. Zzzt. And then it goes black, and he pounds his head on the steering wheel and it miraculously comes back to life. That was me on the 101 just now. Yes, it is 2:30 in the morning, and yes, I was scared to death of coming to an abrupt halt on the freeway on a night when the drunks are behind the wheel in record numbers. I just have to keep repeating to myself that experiences like this one with my junk bucket build character. I've built so much damn character over the last decade.....(there's a joke here somewhere, but it's late and my nerves are shot. night. night.)

Friday, May 21, 2004

I totally have the giggles today. Sitting in front of my computer. Attempting to polish up the end of the second act. Giggles. There has GOT to be some sort of hallucinogenic seeping into my bedroom. (T$ will correct me on my choice of drug terminology. Forgive me. I am not up on the drugs. Kids these days.) It must be coming through the hole in my ceiling. I've always claimed that hole to be the breathing hole for the dead bodies in the attic. "But dead bodies don't need a breathing hole," you might add. In this house, they do. The Attic Corpses breathe. The Bird Abortions flutter in the air. The Big Fu*&%ing Spiders sink their drippy teeth into your temples whilst you sleep. (According to Tamara, there's also a dirty whore's vagina in the fridge, but I've been too afraid to check that one out.) Sometimes, for no reason at all, T$ will do an almost-perfect British accent and sing the "You are a fu&%ing cu*t" song a la the xylophone we found on the web last month. This causes me to double over in pain. Something else we're quoting from another website - THIS WEEK ON "ER"....AN EPISODE THAT WILL MAKE YOU SHIT YOUR PANTS. IT'S SO GOOD, THAT THE SHIT WILL BLOW OUT OF YOUR PANTS AND ONTO YOUR BEST FRIEND'S PANTS. THAT'S RIGHT, YOU WILL SHIT YOUR BEST FRIEND'S PANTS! This makes me go into convulsions and weep.

Life is Good.

T$ would make a really good boyfriend. She and I were driving on the 134 today, and traffic came to an unexpected halt. I gasped. (I am so turning into my mother.) T$ slammed on the brakes and held her right arm out in front of me to prevent me from smashing through the windshield. She doesn't remember doing it, but the fact that her autopilot clicked on and she didn't want me to die makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. *sigh*

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Take cover! Hide your valuables! Stock up on canned goods!........MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING!!!!!!

That's right. Life will never be the same again. The weekend of June 11th will forever be known as the Vacation When Allie Imploded. Eyes popping. Face melting. Implosion.
You already know that T$ and I are going to New York. We'll be staying with FH in Weehawken. (giggle. giggle. I heart that word.) But what you haven't been told, what I just found out, what rocks my little body to the core is that there will be four, maybe five, additional players in the Let's Take On The City That Never Sleeps and Do a Lot More Than Just Sleep challenge. It's true! My BFF from California will interact with my BFF from Jersey, who will both be joined by my BFFs (dude. another drink - should I have used an apostrophe there?) from the ol' college days back in PA. That's over SIXTEEN YEARS OF ALLIE rolled up into one three-day weekend. I should just stay in bed until then to fortify myself. It's going to be one hell of a vacation......

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

I woke up really happy today. la la la. There is no reason for it; perhaps this is what growing up feels like. The 20s certainly are full of a lot of angst. I just graduated. Tams, Tars, and I are working on a kickin' script. My movie is almost (finally) done. I'm on the brink of that wonderful decade called my 30s. Nobody's telling me what I should and shouldn't do. The whole world is filled with endless possibilities. God, I hope whatever drug was being pumped into my room while I slept sticks around for a while. Waking up with a smile is far better than wanting to pull the covers back over my head and sleep through the year. Believe me, I've experienced that kind of a year before.

Monday, May 17, 2004

T$'s post made me giggle and reminisce about the summer I spent living with my sister in Atlanta. She was 5 months pregnant, and we were itching to do something one weekend. That Saturday, we left her husband at home and took off for a girl day. First stop - lunch at Cafe Tu Tu Tango in Buckhead. Dude. That shit is good. Then, we were off to the Atlanta History Museum. After walking around for a while by ourselves pushing all the little buttons next to the displays so that this really deep voice could provide audio commentary on what you were studying, we met back up to discuss what was cool and what wasn't. "There certainly were a lot of fires," one of us noted. "Yeah," the other agreed. Then, we sat down in one of those little side rooms to view a film on Atlanta's history. It was like a trailer for a disaster movie. "Downtown was rebuilt. THEN THE FIRES CAME. It was rebuilt again. THERE WAS FIRE. Then, Atlanta had her renaissance. ATLANTA BURNED TO THE GROUND." It was too much. My sister and I got the church giggles and had to excuse ourselves from the screening.

Sunday, May 16, 2004

I swear off indecision. It's a really annoying habit. Perhaps it's not really a habit but a personality trait that I will now pledge to rid myself of. Ask me anything; I'll have an answer. Eggs? Over easy. Drink? Sour apple martini. Restaurant? Prizzi's. Pizza? Pepperoni. Snapple? Raspberry. Boy? Yes, please.

I am done with you now.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Our impending graduation has filled me with graduation nostalgia. On four other occasions, I have donned the old cap and gown.
1. Kindergarten Graduation - The cap and gown were light blue. I had a Dorothy Hamill haircut. My brother was an aspiring photographer, so I have some really cool black and whites from that day. In most of the photos, I am caught with my little eye up to the rolled-up diploma. I think I was trying to read it without actually opening it. I was damn cute back then.
2. Eighth Grade Graduation - We sang "The Search is Over" by Survivor and "Honestly" by Stryper. The cap and gown were white. I wore big turquoise enamel earrings. I had braces and a bad perm. Popularity in High School here I come....
3. High School Graduation - We wore white again. I remember screaming "Yippee!" a million times as I was walking around the circle in front of the school for the processional. I wore something floral and tacky. The braces were off and the hair was growing out. I couldn't wait to leave home for college. The quote underneath my yearbook photo was, "There's a place up ahead I'm going...Leave this sinking ship behind. CCR" I got the award for "school spirit" or something like that.
4. Undergrad College Graduation - The cap and gown were black. My university held graduation three times per year. I had my ceremony in December. All of the graduates sat in the newly constructed basketball stadium. When each of our colleges were announced, we all rose to our feet together and flipped our tassels from one side to the other. Later that night, a group of about 15 people climbed on top of the statue of our mascot and took photos by the light from our cars' headlights. I was excited about my upcoming move to California, so there was no time for sadness and reflection.

So, this will be Number 5. The cap and gown are black. We have this brown hood to wear. My whole world feels like it's changing, more so now than ever before. Like I said, I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic.

Monday, May 10, 2004

There is no Arizona. No Painted Desert, no Sedona. If there was a Grand Canyon, she could fill it up with the lies he's told her.

We just came back from our weekend scout of Arizona. It's hot. And beautiful. Elliott drove us, and thank God she did. We would have never made it in my air condition-free hunk of scrap metal. The locals were very nice. All three of us fell in love with an 83 year old man. I heart roadtrips.

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Hello? Is it safe yet?......I'm not coming back until the fighting is over.

Sunday, May 02, 2004

O my! What a lovely spring day! Let's open these curtains. Let's fling open these French windows, take a deep cleansing breath, and sing:


It's disgusting. At first, I thought it was just some string and twigs that must have fallen from the nest above. But, what's that? Is that a...a...a beak? Why, yes, that is a beak. And I do believe that to be a pussy eyeball hanging down from wherever pussy eyeballs are supposed to be. Seriously man, can I get sick with this thing hanging in the breeze outside my bedroom? Hurry home T$ - I need you to take care of something for me....

The Dresden was great fun last night. I never noticed that T$ was not having a good time, but that's what a couple of vodka collins will do to a girl. Let me just publicly declare that I love (hmm....what pseudonym should we give him?) I got it. How about Rockin' Cool Kid from Ohio - Rocko for short. I love Rocko. Not in the let's makeout kind of way, but in the you're a really excellent person kind of way. Besides, he's engaged to a swell girl and is technically my boss. Report it. Report it. Stop it. Seriously, having genuinely nice people to hang out with is really important to a gal like me. All the rest of you jokers can step aside.

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