Archive for November, 2003
Mania died 3 days ago.
She was- is?- my favorite aunt.
I cannot take it in. There’s noway she’s 6 feet under as I write these words.
But she is. I don’t understand how I will never hear her voice again.
I don’t understand.
I don’t understand.
Just got back home.
Went to the festival for a few hours for a screening of Olo To Varos Tou Kosmou.
Met friends from work and drank drank drank with my buddy georgakis.
Then came back to Athens for some shooting and now I’m black and blue.
At work we did a scene where I bully my soon-to-commit-suicide-brother’s girlfriend and another one where I wave goodbye to my finally-insane mother harhar
At lunch break I had a great talk with Kataleifos who is a total god. There, I also played with a really nice doggy called Efterpi. She was such a dear and fast. Pant.
Ate a cookie.
Ah, I want to slap some face.
Oh, they made some publicity postcards for the film and here’s one of me and Bryce. Perhaps it’s the first European film with a Blythe in it. buaha
|off to Thessaloniki for the press conference of “Atlas”, this really neat film I did last year. Then back on Tuesday for work. Gotta look up this Vera woman. She has something I want.|
how boring can it be to go there everyday?
and pretend it’s ok?
the double show was so hard. at least tomorrow sunday i can sleep in a bit.
at some point I was sure I could see my Dad in the audience in the corner of my eye. talk about concentration. anyhoo. it turned out to be a man with peroxided backcombed hair!!!! wtf? Does the corner of my eye need serious treatment?
had such a lovely dinner with syllas, aspasia and hec yum yum.
Manos Labrakis: the person who couldn’t even commit suicide successfully.
Can you say: Loser?
i have to go to a photoshoot for Status magazine in 30 mins but the bozos don’t have a stylist and all my favorite clothes are at the film wardrobe; I ate at La Pasteria last night with Mariloo and Aris and now I’m bloated and dizzy. no time for myself.
I keep thinking about Kim Novac in Vertigo.
|yeah yeah yeah I lied I lied I lied
I woke up 20 mins AFTER my call time at work and I conjured up a story where the train broke down and bla bla so I arrived 1 and a half hour late. woohoo the great welcome i received. well no one said anything but their faces spoke volumes.
oh i bumped into koumen. on the train. what a great guy.
so now i ordered chinese and i’ll watch marilita’s episode. that’s always fun hehe
as of fri. H will be mine again.
|I put in 15 hour days as I work at the movie during the day and do the play at night. Then of course there’s the magazines and shit which one is supposed to do ’cause one must keep up with the rat race. HURL How boring boring boring boring i vant to bee alooone. As it is, I’m too tired to do either job well and I’d definitely fire me but as with everything else in this country, mediocrity prevails and I stay employed. I just had Ethiopian food with Artemis at an incredibly tacky and skanky place. The waiter reeked and I think I will too tomorrow at work. It’s got the stinkiest spices in edible cuisine. I see H for 10 mins each day as Lady L is working everyone in there to death.
I must get up in 5 hours to drag my sorry ass to the set.
Oh and -how could i forget- the mother of the soundman of this movie sucks cock in hell.
Two shows today at 6pm and at 9pm.
1st show: 97% goals achieved.
2nd show: 95% goals achieved.
T’was a hard day but the audience was cool.
My face is raw from the continuous scraping/plastering of make up off and on.
La Prairie take me awaaaaay…
Oh and here’s a lovely photo of
our lovely lady of the arts Stella Loizou hard at it.
Baby, you’re a big girl now!..
[put down that eclair]
busted my nose during the show. Now it’s got a big, grey bump on the bridge. I start the new movie tomorrow at 9am. Buahaha. They are in for a surprise when they see me.
Saw Lost In Translation. God how chaotic Tokyo is. My two Kenners are going to feel so weird after living the sunny side up in Greece. Fist scene of the day tomorrow is after “dad’s” funeral. Oh the drama.
|I took the pussies to ger vaccinated. They cried the whole way there and back.
A cat was at the vet’s, the good doctor told the woman:
“Things are really bad for your Jordi” He is dying.
I went to the theater and did the show. Everyone was out of shape.
Then I turned down the offers I had for going out and came home.
Ate an apple.
Held my 8′ Betsy Mc Call. She’s sweet.
I’m an idiot.
hell hell hell hellish show tonight.
I just can’t seem to remember certain lines.
And of course there were “people” in the audience.
Oh the death I died.