A Gripe

When I'm sad I look at this picture and marvel at the amazing, life-size puppet on my arm.

I was perusing YouTube today, following a link off of the witty and beautiful Amanda Facemire's blog (follow her, she's meandering through India), and was taken to a variety of video bloggers that have like...made themselves internet sensations because they happen to own a flip cam and video editing software. One dude had over 2 million views on each of his 120someodd videos, and had been nominated for a teen choice award because of this. He was A. not funny B. not talented and C. just...fuck it, he was dumb as shit. I simultaneously hated and envied him. I have to give him some respect because he is making a name for himself all on his own, and I admire that. This topic has been on my mind a lot as of late. Probably due to my mother repeatedly telling me to write my own movie to be in and call it “The Life of Riley.” Look at the blog Robyn, my play is as good as gold, obviously.

I should call it “Confessions of a Ginger: A Dying Breed” or maybe “Why I Wear SPF 45, and other Musings from a Freckled Perspective”

I am still waiting for my day job to let me start working, and I am surviving off of macaroni and I Love Lucy re-runs.

It's strange, I expected to feel quite self-conscious and insecure after moving out here, regarding my acting ability and promise and what-not. After viewing the caliber of other actors out here, however, at the few auditions I've actually attended, that isn't the case. I, in fact, feel more confident about my acting ability than I even might have felt at school. That's not saying much though, I'm not the most self-confident penguin in the pack (or whatever colloquialism would actually be appropriate to use in this instance). People really do just decide, “I'm going to be an actor” but do NOTHING to actually train themselves and learn how to be a real person. And you know what the BITCH is? Some of them are never going to have to, because they are pretty and will have a part written for them in their own voice, giving the illusion that they are natural and subtle actors when they are doing nothing BUT BEING THEMSELVES, THEREBY DEFEATING THE ACTUAL PURPOSE AND DEFINITION OF “ACTING.”

I'm not annoyed.

It's alright though, “luck is when preparation meets opportunity.” I have learned that getting my BFA gave me the preparation I think is necessary...now about that opportunity. Seriously, I'm about to start sleeping my way to the top.