Louise Louise Louise Louise Louise
Sunday, February 29th, 2004

| I suppose i didn’t get ‘that‘ film, so i guess i will do that ‘other‘ one. stuffed my face with oreos, girl scout cookies, twinkies, cherry coke, sweethearts, valentine chocolates and other staples. [ in other news; the lies, oh the lies] |

Just watched Monster. Poor girl, she got so totally fucked by everyone.
There is no god. *spit*
[i hope she gets the oscar too]
NEVER, EVER going against my instincts.
So we meet at the National f Theater, luggage in toe and fart around at the theater coffee shop until it’s time to go to the airport.
..when:
“A plane crashed in Skopje. No survivors.”
THE. FUUUCK.
GIMME MY PASSPORT
On the brink of hysterics, demanded my passport back and barked that I was taking full fucking responsibility to get my fucking ass to fucking Skopje by fucking train, which a few of the cast members had opted for and were already on the way; why had I agreed to the plane?! Marilita decided to join me so we so we dragged ourselves to the train station and stood in line for tickets. Not 2 minutes we were there, I get a phone call: “Show’s canceled. Come back.”
Fuck yeah.
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my first photo using my new and oh so wonderful picture phone. She’s so pretty/austere. She’s a hairdressing model i bought today. Argh life would be so neat right now if I didn’t have to get on the big metal bird in 10 hours [and counting]. |
oh i’m going to have to be SO drunk to get on that fucker…

the scary thing is that although it starts as an affectation you may get lost in it forever. And time is short.
I have a new passport.
I don’t want to use it.
Leaving for Skopje on the 25th.
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so the car pulls up next to the bank, I jump out, pop my card into the ATM machine, I take the money and I get back into the car. The WRONG car!!!!! How embarrassing, let alone scary! Thankfully there was no one in there so I didn’t get punched out or screamed at. heheheheheheheheheh |

Testing tomorrow for the film I *really* want.
goddamit gimmegimmegimme it
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bored.. hey this is my expired passport I look so angry. I remember that day. my dad took me to get the photos done so I could have a passport issued. He was there staring at me behind the photographer who was making fun of me because I wouldn’t smile and I felt self conscious as hell. I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was sweating and my face was burning under the lights and the only thing I was thinking was to get the fucking passport ready and get the fuck outta that fucking country. A week later I was living in London where I stayed for 6 years. |
Went to do a read-through for the new film. Met the rest of the cast.
Hm.. Should I do it? Should I not?
Hm..
Hm….
I keep thinking of all the friends who have died; Noel, Minas, um.. these two.
And Mania. And Auntie Bebe. And grandpa. I wonder who’s next?…
How terrible.

It snowed so much! I hope the whole city is forever covered under an avalanche with many many casualties. Youla, Syllas, Aspasia, Pandelis came over and we pigged out.
I considered shaving the old head but kinda hesitated.
Then I felt guilty for all the unticked things on my huge To Do list.
Then I felt a surge of creativity and made a pair of earrings out of doll legs.
so i just got offered the lead in a feature but maybe i don’t like the script…
aaaaargh
I have 1.000.000 chores to do and i won’t do none.
goddamitshitfuckcocksuckahdammitshitmofo
ok the vintage phone works all of a sudden.
i’ll take it as a good sign.
oh biorhythms go away go right back on
‘s face.
Everything breaks down in this apartment. Now my phone is broken. Why is that happening??! I can’t keep up. My laptop is so fucked too. Did I pay 2,300 euro for this goddamn piece of shit? Nothing works out my way and I’m tired of it.
Off to Ektoras’ shoot.
Ah I have a terrible bout of the flu too. Last night I thought I was gonna die.