Archive for May, 2003

Saturday, May 31st, 2003
Dear Diary,
I had an early morning shoot and then slept all afternoon.
I asked to borrow my character’s motorbike so I can practice tomorrow on my day off; it turned out to be quite a feat to get home on it as I had NO licence, NO registration, NO id, no nothing and I kept running into cops. I’d get off, turn the motor off, pretend I was waiting for someone and talked on my cell and wait till the cops would fuck off. Then I’d ride a few blocks more till the next bunch of cops. In the end I gave up and I WALKED the darn thing to my place. It was so hot and stuffy and I had skipped shower in the morning as I had woken up late. Yes, I was stink-EH! I fainted on the couch as soon as I got home and woke up when it was finally night.



Friday, May 30th, 2003
shooting 12 hours a day till 5 am.
Too tired to bother with you, my beloved LJ..



Tuesday, May 27th, 2003

Day.2
Better. A short day, I only had two scenes so I was home 4 hours later.
It rained a lot today but there was an OK atmosphere on the set as everyone is getting to know each other.




Tuesday, May 27th, 2003

Day.1
He yells a lot.
A 12 hour shoot.
ZZzzzzz……..




Monday, May 26th, 2003

one and a half hours till my call time.
I have to be there at 3pm..
fuck the first day of shooting is so weird.
I guess I’ll have to resort to the bottle once more hehe




Sunday, May 25th, 2003




Friday, May 23rd, 2003

I can’t concentrate.




Friday, May 23rd, 2003

D.D.
shooting starts this coming Monday for more than 10 weeks.
Scared, excited.
Day1 is so loaded with tough scenes.
All of them in a crazy sequence, like one from the very beginning of the story, two from the middle and two from near the end. I have to commit to certain decisions as Day1 affects my entire journey through the film. I have to abide to those decisions later on [stylistically, character choices, etc] The set is beautiful. It’s a decadent pizza parlor near Syndagma Sq.
Gawd the butterflies in my stomach.




Tuesday, May 20th, 2003

Dear Diary,
It’s been a crazy and tiring week and a half.
My time is officially not my own anymore and it will be so for the next 10 weeks. We start shooting May 26th and finish mid August. Fittings, rehearsals, meetings, motorbike lessons, haircuts, screen tests, sleepless nights, angst and a lot of excitement!

It’s so cool to shoot a film. Mid-August I start rehearsals at the National Theater and in October I’ll be shooting another feature. I do hate it when someone else has complete control over my life and my time; it’s the one thing I hate about my job. However it *does* get me out of the apartment which is where I came across these spiffing sets of drawers that I bought for my workbench! I stored everything and now there’s a place for everything and everything is in its place. Oh the Betsy Teens arrived too!

Other than that, Bryce is on her way back from Tess’, all fixed up and looking awesome. Mullet will be enroute as of tomorrow. Zozefina, the new blonde Kenner is also enroute, should be here within the next couple of days. How amazing. I’ve been Blythe-less for A LONG time. Now I’ll have 3 gorgeous gals [Bryce is so enraged] and I’ll be content. Phew, what a nightmare. Bryce was nearly destroyed by the first doctor she went to. My bad too. Should’ve sent her directly to Tess what was I THINKING?!? Here’s Mullet:


…and here’s a link for the new and refreshed Bryce: http://la-dollce-vita.com/bonbon/bryce/bryce2.html DR.TESS ROCKS. PERIOD.




Saturday, May 10th, 2003

Dear Diary,
Rehearsal went well.
I met Kaletsanos. Kewl.
Errikos is so funny and cute.
My part is so difficult and —-
WOAH!!
I JUST got an email from Ginger that Bryce arrived in San Francisco this morning!!
HALLELUJAH!
Yes!!!
*tears of joy* She’s safe!!!




Friday, May 9th, 2003
Dear Diary,
Had a meetin’ today where I was introduced to the ADs and some other people. They’re an OK bunch. The hairstylist came too and luckily it was decided that I had done an excellent job cutting my hair so they didn’t cut it any more. I hate other people cutting mah hair. They don’t know shit about cutting hair. Only *I* do. Ever. For ever. hehe
I’ve eaten a huge plate of black beans and I’m waiting for the miracles to start happenin’….



proud of my garden

Thursday, May 1st, 2003