October 17th, 2003
i’m freezing but too lazy to shut the balcony door.
I’m homely; I look like a…
only I have brown hair.
October 16th, 2003
| wow i’m so sleep deprived. My eyes hurt and my tummy has that ‘i’m tired’ feeling. I can’t wait for the play to open so i can finally do my job without the fucking director breathing down my neck. Men suck. Directors suck more. This morning I went to try on the 6 inch [!!!] high heel stilleto boots that I will be wearing as Sonya in the play. That will be so much fun. La vieja mujer de cuarenta años is at it with vengence and is such a bore. I so want to slap her middleaged face. Boil her ass in fucking green tea heh fake-o-rama sensitivities.. |
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October 15th, 2003
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aaaahh… just had the most enjoyable poop. Always works wonders on my mood. Today at rehearsal, I dived under a bed and I got stuck there. Claustrophobia ensued and I panicked. The technicians lifted it up and saved me. Maybe I need to cut down on the pork chops. Increasingly I have less and less time for myself. |
October 14th, 2003
woah..
Dozed off in the afternoon only to wake up at 2am.
There goes my day off. *cries*
October 13th, 2003
I want to do a staging of The Killing of Sister George.
“A flawed, credible cow..
Mrs Coot! I have no intention of playing the part of a COW in any manner, shape of form! Is that absolutely bloody crystal clear!??!”
October 13th, 2003
We shot the blue screen stuff for the fake Academy Awards footage that will be part of the play. The studio was huge and very impressive. I’m in this big black gown and black wig, looking not that breathtaking. No face shots here cause I loathed the make up. Damn, I’m never trusting anyone with these things ever again.
Once again it’s October and I hate my job.
And I hate my director. Every year. Each job.
<-- clik-oh
how funny, I just became a….
October 12th, 2003
October 11th, 2003
i wish wish wish i had some time to myself.
as it is, i have to be there in 40 mins.
for 10 hours.
have lost it.
October 11th, 2003
argh..
home.
fucking slobodan took notice today.
i had to bark for it.
still a long way to go.
October 10th, 2003
| 8:00am wake up call 9:00am get to the theater 9:15am leave for the studio 6:00pm leave studio after a hell day 7:00pm get back to the theater 7:03pm throw up the meat balls 7:10pm collapse on dressing room couch 7:12pm fast asleep 10:00pm wake up to discover they mercifully left me sleeping 11:00pm eat crepe on the way home 3:25am starving but the kitchen is bare of edible food |
October 8th, 2003
What if..
-A huge earthquake hits Athens?
-Burglars break in and throw me out of the window? -and kill my cats?
-A fire breaks out in the apartment while I sleep?
-I get hit by a car?
-I get stabbed by a junkie in the street?
-I get cancer?
-I lose my loved ones?
-Nobody hires me ever again?
-I choke eating an apple?
-I slip on something slippery and bust my neck?
so many things
so so many things..
October 7th, 2003
They shot a bunch of photos for a possible poster for “Delivery”. It’s the last scene where I get shot to death.
yay for cigarettes and coffee.
Spent hours in the vaults of the dusty and smelly National Theater with 10 seamstresses fussing around me, trying on costumes, shoes, wigs, corsets even.
Went for lunch to my beloved crummy chinese joint.
October 6th, 2003
| Dear God. Thank you for another hellish week at the National Theater of Taking Things Too Seriously. The magazine cover scandal did not end in my favour. I have finally put my finger on why I like this doll, Mullet; her eyelashes look like they are wet with tears. I’m drinking yellow-y tap water and it’s comforting. I am using Selena dance moves for my role Kolia the fourth sister slave, when he transforms into Sonia the glamorous hooker and wins an Oscar. This play is silly but nice. Gawd I hate this business and the people in it. How not important it all is. I want a Mdvanii.
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October 5th, 2003
What’s a guy to do on a crummy Sunday morning than to get up at 8am, make almond flavored filtered coffee, shmoke a cigar and try to learn lines.
October 4th, 2003
i have like 3 minutes till i have to go to rehearsal.
Please! Argh! Oh, the sleep deprivation!
October 2nd, 2003
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“Dolly keeps a Secret Safer than a Friend Dolly’s Silent Sympathy Lasts without end. Friends may betray us Could Dolly tell of us? Dolly poem — |
September 27th, 2003
It’s suddenly very hot.
The film’s costume designer came over today to check out some of my clothes.
My character is quite conservative/geeky:
Everyday I eat at this skanky chinese place which makes real chinese food, not of the europeanised variety. Today’s grub: chicken setchuan, rice and white chinese vegetables.
rehearsal for this play is kind of a nightmare;
rehearsal for this film is fun.
I suspect I’ll be better at the play.
When you are a misanthropist you have to rely on chance. Who will put up with you?!
September 26th, 2003
My brain is scattered.
I’m constantly late for appointments and rehearsals,
most of the times I’m blissfully ignorant of my obligations
until I get the phone call: “Are you on your way?”
Then I stick my head under the tap
and out in the street I dash.
I feel heavy and clattered. ZZZZzzzzzz…..
Hi Jeanna, you’re so fiiiiiiiiiiine..
September 23rd, 2003
confounded.
Seems like I’m playing Tuesdays at the national theater and cannot do the ‘Shape of Things’ with Alexi on Mon-Tues. Dammit I’m disappointed. Pimps.
September 21st, 2003
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who was it who said one shouldn’t work with animals or children? DC Fields? Well, he left out ***** in that adage too.. |
September 19th, 2003
pizza, lays chips, chinese, japanese, polish, apples, tortellini, pop corn, sausage, pizza, pizza, pizza, chocolate, cookies, COOKIES, pizza. Can’t have none. Angelina says i must lose 6 kg. Can I have some eye candy too? Oh I forgot marshmallows. Ok eye candy.
[tastier when clicked]
September 18th, 2003
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oh… what a blast from the past! I LOVED this play. Bob is such a great director. New York… *sigh* <--- click-oh |
September 17th, 2003
lack of sleep is catching up with me.
Starting an experiment. Will last a week to begin with.
It has to do with deprivation of a certain something.
September 16th, 2003
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I just did something that will immensely help me remain sane this year; I quit one of the plays I was booked to do. There is just not enough time to do The Fourth Sister at the National, Alemaya, my new film, and do Tape as well. So Tape had to go. I’m so relieved. Angelina Atlagic, the gorgeous and supremely talented costume designer of Fourth Sister is town and we’re going out to the shops later today. How neat-o! |
