Meet my boyfriend John. Isn't he cute? So cute he needs to be eaten.

This is the view from my "desk." My "desk" is really my breakfast bar.

I'm taking a lot of time off from day-job work this month to work on real life work: writing, music, agenting (securing additional), and other acting pursuits. It's nice to focus on the things I care about in life more.

That being said, this morning I have accomplished the following:

1) Slept in.
2) Coffee
3) Cleaned the kitchen
4) Uploaded an episode of Friday Night Lights to my iPod for viewing at the gym
5) Watched an episode of For Rent, Bethenny Getting Married, and The Glades
6) Read some blogs
7) Sent e-mail to agent
8) Blogged

Only 1 of these things accomplishes the real reason I have today off. I'll get to the rest though. I did only wake up 2 hours ago. I also did several of these at the same time. Multi-tasking is something I do well and far too often.

A picture not from my phone!

Miami. John, a couple friend, and I went there last year. On the last day, John and I snuck into a fancy hotel pool and stared at trees. These were the trees.

Miami is great. Miami is expensive. Miami should probably be saved for when I am rich.

Sweeter Than Sugar Pie

This is picture text from my momma. That's my dad (aka: Grandpa) hanging with Lyndie and Gavin.

I. Heart. This. Picture.

That's all.

Times Square

I was inspired to partake in this little idea for the month of August. I apologize that my pics will be cell phone pics. My camera is unusable at the mo and has been for some time.

Let's here it for Times Square!

I had never been there at night, so this past weekend while visiting I walked there at 2am with a friend. I almost find it more overwhelming during the day than at night. The first time I ever visited I was in shock that lights could be so bright during daylight hours. At night I sort of expected it I guess. Still crazy and still too ridiculous.

My friend Dan who I was walking with works in advertising. He had never been to Times Square before. I have to admit, hearing him talk about the advertising business and relating it to Times Square gave me a whole new perspective.

Also, I've come to the conclusion I don't really desire to have my face on any lighty lighted billboard in Times Square. So for those of you working on my billboard, you can stop. We'll save it for somewhere else. Maybe Miami? We'll discuss soon, promise.

FALSE.

No one finds out about an audition two weeks prior to the date.

Sorry I've been absent. Went to Texas. I don't do ANYTHING while I'm in Texas except eat and watch trashy television. Shut your mouth and stop the protesting. I do not ONLY eat and watch trashy television on a regular basis. Sometimes I go to auditions (I get 5-24 hours notice) and wake up early to sit at a desk...and eat while I watch trashy television.

Fireflies

Why does a cheesy emo-ey top 40 hit make me smile so much?

Even Ke$ha does it these days. She’s not emo but for sure not “credible.”

I wish that I was joking, but I’m not.

Something about the simplicity of the chords, the lyrics that don’t apply at all to my life, and the weird hope you can feel the performer emitting. Their little hope that says, “I’m probably not the best musician, I may not really be able to sing even. You don’t know that because of Pro-tools and my producer over-producing my mix. Regardless, I get to do something fun for a living! Help me do that! Come see me live and buy a t-shirt because I really don’t make that much money off of record sales!”

I like these things right now.

Fireflies by Owl City, Break Your Heart by Taio Cruz and Luda(cris), Your Love Is My Drug by Ke$ha, California Girls by Katy Perry....

I’m a regular 16 year old suburban girl so happy for Summer, but secretly waiting for school to start so I can reinvent myself yet another year in a row.

Ahhhh, the joys of being a 16 year old....

I’m not ashamed to admit my bad music taste. I have it sometimes. I also have very good taste. The bad taste passes in phases. The good taste is always there. Like Dave Brubeck. Dave Brubeck is always in good taste in my book.

Not to bring it down BUT:

Lady Gaga does not feel like these other pop sensations to me. She feels...kind of...dirty. Like the mean girl on the playground who stands by the one good climbing rope so nobody else can use it. She doesn’t use it either. She just stands there. So no one else can use it.

You might be thinking Ke$ha feels this way too. She doesn’t. She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into yet. She’s still “green.” Give a year and another album or two and she’ll be hot on the Gaga’s heels to mean girl territory. Until then, your love is my drug.



Don't actually watch this video. It's creepy. Press play and switch back to the other blog you were reading.