Thursday, April 16, 2015
So I just got home - a bit earlier than I would have if I were in my acting class. I don't know what I have to do but I have to get back to that class for May. It feeds my SOUL. This class - the commercial class is - not about acting. Haha - um - neither are commercials apparently. That's not totally true. Omg I'm dying - I totally cried when I got home and ate some of that fried pound cake with ice cream. It was fucking delicious. This is what I learned in this class tonight and it was such a painful lesson - to ultimately - relearn. I'm in my own way and commercials are a crap-shoot for the most part so just be myself and have fun. What was painful was me standing in front of the class, turning beet red, saying I was afraid everyone was going to judge me while I looked at them - half-jokingly and they all looked at me like I was crazy and THEN - then - HA - he got annoyed - he deals with actors like me all the time - nervous, afraid, not doing the work I guess. I don't know - as a casting director - he isn't going to talk me into being good for the audition and apparently I'm supposed to go in there and take control - make the audition mine so to speak. He's not an acting teacher. So the whole feel of the class is so different from my acting class. Although let's face it- I have left plenty of times upset from any of my acting classes. There's a woman in the commercial class who I took class with 15 years ago. WOW. When I moved here - JESUS CHRIST - almost 17 years ago. Well - this has been a very long road. I'm tired and I'm just as in love with acting as I have ever been - so what am I supposed to do? I promised myself I would try everything and I guess I haven't done that yet. I've been doing a squat challenge - does that make it that I have tried everything? I'm crying again. I've been here for so long, it's so crazy. I finished my 20's here, got drunk here, got sober here - lived my 30's here and now - my 40's. This is what tonight felt like - punches - I feel like I got punched but I took his criticism and it doesn't matter. I am feeling a lot of pain but I also had fried pound cake. I have pms and he's giving me permission to just be myself - be confident I can do the job and nail it. No matter what the people in the room are like. I'm so fucking sensitive that honestly I don't know how that's really possible. I just shrink at people's feelings. Something has to change and shift. I'm exhausted bye.
Got home so late last night from the show - was great - got fed and paid but home so late. I managed to get to work more or less on time and I am so tired and I just drank a huge coffee and now I am so over caffeinated, angry and tired. Holy fuck. I tried to sell the jewelry at the show but it wasn't busy and it didn't really work. I brought less stuff so it was easier setting it up and breaking it down so that was good. I seriously don't know how much longer I can do this - it's nuts. I don't know how some women do it - but it just doesn't seem to really be working for me. HA. The only place I have ever really seen any return is stand-up. Okay so whatever - maybe I am just wasting my time on this jewelry - instead of focusing just on my comedy. Or whatever. Oh whatever. I gave the girl who gave me a ride home a necklace. She literally saved me 2 hours of my life. I can't even imagine how angry I would be right now with even 2 hours less sleep. It's absolutely gorgeous out right now. Ah - oh well. Well I have my commercial class again tonight and I love my guy so much. So overall I am so blessed really. I'm sober, well-fed (VERY) and clean. I've been on time for work everyday and - what else? Haha - I own more jewelry than I have ever owned in my LIFE. And my comedy is growing slowly. I just keep going for the year I said I would go with this and only give it part of my time and still stay focused on everything else. Am I lying? Who the fuck knows. Love you Bluebie bye.
Monday, April 13, 2015
I always say that right? That I'm confused - only this time I really mean it. What in the fucking world am I doing selling this jewelry? I promised myself I would try it for one year - I would commit to one year. Here are the positives - I look better, I have more jewelry than I have ever had in my life. I actually love the stuff and I have sold a bunch of it and I have donated more money than I have ever donated. Downsides - I am not making enough money, it's a shitload of work and I am scared that this is just crazy making on my part. And that it's just distracting me from my art, I am actually going to sell some of it this week at a show - so lets see how that goes. It would be so great if I could somehow combine the two. I just wish I was having more fun. At this particular moment - I am not having any fun. I very stressed out, kind of fat (although I did run yesterday and today - today was more like a slow jog - Jesus - so was yesterday) missing my class because I don't make enough money and filled with shame and humiliation about all of it. I mean - come on. That's not fun. At all. The shame and humiliation are the worst. It just feels like I am never going to get out of this place - meaning - this place of money. I just feel like I am backsliding - that's all. I'm just confused and - well - it feels a lot like how I felt at that B&B all the time - I was just always feeling humiliated. I don't have to feel humiliated - I just don't make enough money and I am making adjustments. What in the world is the lesson here? Where's my power? Where's the love and ease? What do I want? I want a job where I make enough money to live - very comfortably, be able to go on auditions and be able to go and do the jobs I get and then I want to be able to do comedy - tons of comedy at night. There you go. That's what I want. Enough money to be able to be in the union and have health insurance. That's what sounds like a fun, beautiful, glittery and exciting life to me. I can't believe how much this feels like early sobriety - it's crazy. I feel like everything is ruined and I can't imagine anything will ever get any better. I mean in my heart (mostly) and in my head - that's what it really seems like right now. WHAT THE FUCK??? Ugh bye.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
I went and bought apples after my meeting. Then just now I made myself some pound cake supreme. Fried pound cake with ice cream and chocoloate sauce on top. It's amazing. I don't have on my glasses. My guy's son thinks he's Jesus. Yes - that Jesus. The poor kid has been taking these drugs and I think he's kind of crazy anyway and now he thinks he's Jesus. Well so anyway he's in rehab and his daughters guy is locked up. So - well - I guess we are never really having any babies. I mean - yikes. Okay - so I amso tired. I - ugh - am just sad and tired and that's it. I miss my dog. I miss my young body and not having cellulite on my back of my knees. What is that anyway? I had to change my clothes 4 times yesterday for my jewelry party because nothing fit. I put on this loose shirt - supposed to be loose and the guy was like - wait how can that lose shirt be tight? I was like BECAUSE IM FAT. Poor thing - he was truly confused. I went t o a great meeting tonight. I need more alanon. I need to go to sleep that's all. Love you Bluebie bye. It's just feels like my career is never going to happen. IT's heart breaking. Bye.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Or I feel fucked. I just got one of those 3 day letters they write saying paying your rent in 3 days or get out. I was paying my rent late - a month late and then I realized it was 2 months late. Ugh - haven't I done this before? The answer is yes. I feel so stupid - okay - because I just re-signed my lease and sent it in. I paid February's rent already - they must have mailed that letter before they got the check - now I have to somehow pay March's - hello and how about April. Ugh - wow - I am so fucked all of a sudden. I need to - what - I don't know - go to bed. I have to stop taking my acting class - that's all there is to it. Ugh - it's breaking my heart but - well - I have this commercial class I'm taking - my guy paid for it. I just can't do it all. I just can't - right? I mean - I have to pay my rent. Last time I did this it was because I wanted to act - got pictures done - stopped waitressing as much. Now - I just stopped waitressing. I just can't. I'm getting upset. The way my body looks is upsetting me too. Okay I'm going to go to sleep. I have to figure this out tomorrow. All so I can be a professional actress. Comedian and actress. It seems crazy to stop now but I can't not pay my rent. So something isn't right. Please blog let me get straight in the head tonight while I sleep. Love you Bluebie bye.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Hi. I'm a little crazy today. I got to work on time - a miracle - but not really because I left on time - so thats how that works. I just want to be on time - that's all. I also am clean and I have on clean clothes. I did an open mic last night which was painful. I got some good ideas from it though so it was fruitful. I just feel sad and tired today and like I can't keep up. I have a jewelry party this weekend and I honestly don't know why I'm doing this. I want to be an actress - I am an actress - I want to be a professional actor and a comedian - I am a comedian but I am spending a LOT of time trying to sell this jewelry. Ugh - okay - it is fun - I love it and I look so much better - I really do. People love the jewelry - a customer just came in here and tried on my bracelet. I gave her a card - why not? Okay - what else? I'm just stressed out about this party and trying to figure out how to gey my hair back to a decent color, make cupcakes and see my guy all in the next 2 days plus I'm starting a new class. Holy fucking stressful. Okay - okay let's be realistic - making cupcakes is by NO MEANS the most stressful thing I've been through. Fuck. I just need to be nice to myself, have fun and relax. I can only do my best today that I know how to do. I need a meeting. I need 2 meetings - one AA one Alanon. That's it. Okay - so this is good writing here. I'm just scared. I'm scared and I can not afford to pay that fucking penalty again for not having health insurance and I can't afford health insurance. Christ - is it really this hard to grow up at this age? Haha - yes - yes it is. I'm just super uncomfortable. So very, very uncomfortable - and bloated. I watched a video of me from St. Patrick's Day and I'm so - much bigger than I used to be. Ouch. So ouch. It's okay - I'm so lucky I'm sober - I'm sober - I have this beautiful man in my life - I love my family. I just have to breathe and keep going. Love myself and be kind - do the best I can today. Sigh. Love you Bluebie bye.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
I want health insurance - I want to join the union and be a professional actor. I want to make money and save money. I want to work. There's work to be had - tons of it and I can do it - that's it. We have to have insurance now - and for what I paid in doctors and the penalty combined I might as well be paying for insurance and I WANT TO HAVE IT THROUGH MY JOB and I want my job to be acting and comedy. That's it. Bye.