So Awake

nostalgia

I've been so busy with working extra shifts and the Mini-Move 2004: The Not Even Close To Final Move that I've almost completely neglected the internet. There are dozens of e-mails piling up in my box, and I realized this morning that I haven't even read most of my favorite weblogs in weeks. So in lieu of an actual update, here's an old entry from two years ago, back when I was an eager young Hollywood Assistant:

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Wednesday, July 31, 2002

your neutrinos are drifting

So yesterday as I typed up the casting pre-screen list for the day, I was very excited to see Wil Wheaton's name on the list. Because I'm a dork. Not only am I still a huge fan of Star Trek: The Next Generation, but I also really love Wil's blog. So when Wil walked in, I introduced myself and told him I was a fan of his webpage. (I first had to watch while he signed in, because he actually looks a lot younger in person than in the photos on his page.) Next thing I know, the pornstar actresses in the waiting room were all giggling at me. Since my desk is essentially what separates the waiting room from the rest of the office, I couldn't avoid it. So I blushed and ran to the intern desk (at the very back of the office) and called Daniel. He laughed at me, too, but I didn't really mind. I'm used to being laughed at by Daniel, but I'm not used to being laughed at by pornstars.
Anyway, when Wil got out of his audition, he thanked me again for reading the page. He was really nice. In your face, pornstars!

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The best part, though, was that Wil actually wrote about meeting me (and definitely didn't make me sound like any less of a dorky fangirl). I remember getting excited calls from my friends back east shrieking "Wil Wheaton mentioned you on his blog!!!"

Ah, the fabulous Hollywood life.

big pimpin'

Funny Spoof Show, Mondays at 10:30 and a million times throughout the week on MTV. Definitely the funniest show I've ever worked on, and you can see my name in the credits in trendy lower-case letters.

Reality Summer Camp, three nights a week on CBS. The show that has taken over my life, now with more inbreeding!

Roxanne is running a marathon to raise money for AIDS research. That's 26 and a half miles, people. Donate here.

Nicole is helping Democrats take back the House. Check it out here.

And finally, Chris and RockStarNeil are bringing the funny with Fireball Deluxe. If you're in LA, there's no excuse to miss this--the show is free, and the PBR is $3.

lists

Since I am too busy/tired/lazy to write an actual entry, here are some lists instead.

Languages I Am Fluent In
1. English

Languages I Speak Enough Of To Order Food, Find A Bathroom, And Curse Someone Out
1. Spanish
2. French
3. Italian

Languages I Would Like To Speak Fluently
1. French
2. Italian
3. Farsi
4. Dutch
5. Hebrew
6. Japanese

Books I Have Started In The Past Year But Never Finished, Even Though I Liked Most Of Them
1. Don't Panic - Neil Gaiman
2. Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim - David Sedaris
3. And Now You Can Go - Vendela Vida
4. Hey Nostradamus! - Douglas Coupland
5. You Shall Know Our Velocity - Dave Eggers
6. Down and Dirty Pictures - Peter Biskind
7. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay - Michael Chabon
8. The Tipping Point - Malcolm Gladwell
9. Salt: A World History - Mark Kurlansky

As you can see, I have a lot of work ahead of me....

daysleeper

So. We meet again.

This is what I've been doing:
Worked 9pm - 7am for six days straight.
Had 48 hours off (which is about 14 hours shorter than a normal weekend).
Worked 7am - 5pm for the next five days.

Now I've finally got a day off, which I've spent on a playdate with the world's cutest puppy, and visiting Afsheen and various friends at Former Workplace.

This is what people have been asking me lately:
"How's work going?"

This is what I've been saying:
"Oh, things are fine."

This is what I actually want to say:
"SLEEEEEEEP! Why won't they let me SLEEP!?!!??!?!"

I'm like a zombie, except instead of brains I consume eight million ounces of Diet Coke every day. Thank goodness I've got a three-day weekend and tickets to see the best baseball team in the world.