Yaowzah!

Since April, I have not written and therefore, I broke my promise to write more often.

Things got busy, then they got slow. Its been a grueling 2 and a half months of me trying, hoping, and contacting in hopes of getting on any local gigs. I was so busy for so long, then WHAM...summer hits and all slows down. I know thats not the case for many people, but it was for me (and others I know). The price you pay for working in this field eh?

I know there will always be moments like this, but its even harder when you're still practically brand new in the field. I don't think 2 years is enough to make a dent really. I'm trying hard to get in the union and work in wardrobe now...so we'll see how that goes. And of course, like always, like incredible, evil clockwork, today I get a call to work as a PA on a feature thats shooting in Florida for a week. Whoo hoo! And then another call from a contact I'd been in touch with about a music video and a casting call. The catch...BOTH in the same month and now I'm afraid I'll DOUBLEBOOK! Oh how I looooooathe double booking and having to let one go for the other! I guess thats life eh? It makes me nothing but anxious when I don't know the full stories from both. I hear it gets easier, having to choose and stuff. I just hate to disappoint.

Anyway, let me change the subject. My last post was about the world ending. All of the earth seems to have settled now, which is some comfort, but then it makes me think...its weird how major catastrophes don't happen all at once. Can you imagine an earthquake, a volcano, and an oil spill at the same time?!? Oh wait, that did happen, except they happened in sequential order. Like all of the world knows we can't handle all major things at once. Its funny how that works eh?

So lets briefly cover this oil spill. What is it, after almost 3 months of spillage or is it 4, what has become of the Gulf of Mexico. I can't explain how terribly sad and pissed off I feel about the oil spill. Its rather subdued, but when I sit to think about it, I want to punch something. I get teary when I see pictures of all the devastation and all the poor animals. Okay, see? I'm getting upset, so I have to digress.

What else do I have to babble about? Nothing much really. I suddenly feel sullen and in no mood to write.