Go Mavs.

The play-offs started last weekend. Here's to going all the way this year.



I should say, I have this huge fear that since I blogged about my boys, we'll lose horribly in the first round. I'm this close to deleting this post...I just can't get enough of this damn song though. I know. It's embarrassing. Really embarrassing.

Look Ma, I live in the city now!

I had an audition this morning and then had to run to my internship. Because of the locations of all of the above I took a cab to my audition and then to work. I felt all "city." I then got all "touristy" and had to take pictures.


Look at all the happy Oprah people leaving Oprah! They look so Oprah, don't you think!


Look, semi-tall buildings!


Look, me in a cab looking "thoughtful" and "reflecting" on what all this concrete really means!


Look, me with a double chin!


Look, I made it to work!

Phew!

Buy This CD...

Jessie Baylin - You

This is her:



You can buy it on iTunes, but not Amazon. Otherwise I would link it directly to Amazon so you could go ahead and purchase it.

I can't stop listening to this CD. I bought it last Friday and it's been on rotation ever since. Go buy it NOW.

The best songs that I keep singing over and over are, "Tennessee Gem," "By Any Rules, " "See How I Run," "Lonely Heaven," and "Never."

So good. Just go buy it. You know I probably won't burn it for you because that's cheating. She isn't making any money ya'll, help a sister out. She's Scarlett Johansson's bff after all.

Oh Sunday...

I could not sleep last night. I woke up around 8am and watched a show I really don't like, Inside the Actors Studio. I don't know why but I can't stand that show! And it was a best of! Even worse!

I realized I was up early enough to make it to church so I jumped up and got dressed very quickly.

I caught the train.

The train got stuck underground with the electricity off. The only person in my car brave enough to try and talk to the train driver/conductor whatever...was this homeless guy. There was a shouting match.

I did manage to make it to church 30 minutes early. I had to leave fifteen minutes early to be able to make it to my writing class.

I caught the train.

Oh wait, no I didn't. The train wasn't running northbound underground until 3pm. I was instructed to catch the Orange Line. Because I understood this concept the CTA worker told a very large crowd of people to follow me to the Addison Red Line stop (they were going to the Cubs game...you probably guessed that). Yep. Me and some other dude who disappeared. By the time I made it to the Orange Line the only person left following me was a little Asian woman. Very nice woman. But very small and much older than I.

About the time the train came it became clear that this wasn't an Orange Line train, it was a Red Line train running above ground through the Loop since the subway was shut down.

At this exact moment Frank Sinatra's Christmas Waltz came on my iPod.

I could keep going, but then my writing class would realize why I was really late to class this week and it wasn't because the train was delayed. I actually made it in plenty of time. I just needed to take care of some things. I hate being late, but sometimes you have to do some things for yourself...don't get dirty people. I was hungry. So I got some breakfast.

There. I said it. Are you happy? I was late because I needed to pick up some food. For my health people.

Just a Thought...

The advantage of having really large sunglasses is that you can watch people intently, I mean stare at them, and they never know.

One must always remind them self that when you aren't wearing the really large sunglasses, you can't watch people that intently. Because they can see you.

Welcome to My Life...

I like it when stuff that isn't related, or may be slightly related but not, comes together. You might call them coincidences. For you fortune cookie lovers they are instances when, "God chooses to remain anonymous." You might also just not think twice about things like this. I do.

I have started interning at a casting office. I checked the written messages from yesterday and there was one from a "Susan." (That's her real name). This "Susan" owns a certain talent management office in Los Angeles. She was also my talent manager when I lived in LA. She is very good at what she does even though our relationship was very strained. She never forgave me for not booking the very first audition she sent me on. Not kidding.

I originally was moving back to LA when I decided to move to Chicago instead. In fact, all of my furniture was still in LA at the time...that's a fun moving story. :) It was very odd to see "Susan's" name and number written on a piece of paper here in Chicago. In an office I work at. Very odd indeed.

In other news, I hated the way this blog look so I changed it. Love it.

Courtyard Lovin'...

Around 2am this a morning some guy came running into the courtyard of my building. He yelled, "Melissa is the GREATEST!"

I knew he was talking about my neighbor across the hall. I just knew it. I've never met her and I don't know her name. I left her a note once, along with someone else in my building, asking her to clean up the cat poop she left on the back stairs and she once told me I had cute shoes. I do however hear and smell her most weekend evenings. She has drunk friends who like to argue, smoke weed, set off the fire alarm, smoke cigarettes, argue some more and then run up and down the stairs several times which usually ends around 7am. Yep.

I knew this man was yelling for her. I waited and sure enough I heard the security door open, heavy steps up the stairs, and my lovely neighbor's door open and her voice talking to the man.

I knew he was coming to see her. It all reminded me of this picture I took when it was snowing several months ago. I walked outside and saw this:


Both Melissa and Amanda have been shown some love in the courtyard. I wish someone would boost my self esteem by writing my name in snow or yelling at the top of their lungs at 2am waking up the whole building. Oh wait, I really don't. But good for Amanda and Melissa. Good for them.

It's Been Awhile...

I haven't been posting because my picture library and blogger have been fighting. What good is a blog without some sort of visual aid? Like this one:


Those spotlights are pointing to Heaven T...just like you.

I put my Christmas decorations away today. I am fully aware that it's April, you don't need to remind me. My motivation to put them away was not because they were bothering me or because I really felt that it was time for Christmas to be over...oh no. I want to move my keyboard out of my closet so the only logical place is my dining area aka: Christmas Central.
Now if I can only find some strong, handsome, tall, and hilariously kind man to help me move it. Hmmmm...do those types of boys exist in Chicago? They just might.

A Case of Bad Luck...

I woke up this morning, after a mostly restful weekend, expecting to feel better. I ran some errands and quickly realized that I didn't feel better at all. The doc had said to call back on Monday if I didn't feel better so I did. Another doctor in the office finally called me back this evening. He was rude. He claimed I wasn't sick and that the other doctor hadn't told me to call back. He was patronizing. I hate that. He was describing sinus infections to me, which I'm no stranger too. I used to get them eight or nine times a year. I snapped at him. I don't snap at anybody! Ever! The best part though? When I was describing my symptoms he told me I was suffering from, "bad luck." Really? Did you learn that in Merck's Dr. Gong? Yes, his name is Dr. Gong.

Happy Eastover!

Tahnee and I were walking by a candy shop that had signs for passover and Easter in the window. I went to proclaim, "Happy Easter!" and ended up proclaiming, "Happy Eastoever!" I'm sure I'm not the first to say that, but I like it.

Easter question: How come everything closes here on Easter? I ended up eating at my neighborhood diner twice because nothing else was open. What the eff people?

I mad an easter basket for T:

I would have a picture right here but my camera and computer are fighting. So use your imagination...

Sick on a Saturday...

And bored. Very very bored. I tried to clean a little bit and then got dizzy, so I sat back down at my computer and thought, "I'll write a blog." About what, I didn't know. I thought. And thought. And thought some more. I got nothing. Then I remembered that my dear friend Tahnee had e-mailed me some pictures a few days ago that I love. So I'm going to share them.

Happy Good Friday...

It is Good Friday, right?

I'm sick. In fact something very unusual is taking place today. I'm going to the doctor. I never go to the doctor. Whoa.

I pulled up my e-mail this morning and this had arrived from my "dad's" e-mail address:

Molly,

It’s too darn cold for me to make my rounds in Chicago this weekend, so I talked to your mom and pops. They gave me your account info and as luck would have it, the Bunny uses ::insert bank name here:: too! Small, small world…so I deposited 50.00 bucks in your account. Enjoy! Buy some carrots for me. You know you want to.

Love,

The Bunny…Easter that is….

Ugh...my parents are the coolest. I mean that. Wait, I mean the Easter Bunny is the coolest. That's what I meant. Totally. :)

Slightly Under the Weather...

I woke up for work this morning at 4:30 am. It's funny because I got home pretty late last night and when I got in bed, I propped myself up a so I could watch T.V. I never actually turned the T.V. on. I woke up still propped up in the same position with the addition of a sore throat. Smart little me left the window open and it was chilly last night. The cold breeze sent my sinuses into a tizzy my friends.

I've felt pretty poopy all day. I thought I would get a chance to rest, but I really didn't. I had a lot of things to catch up on. I was supposed to attend a Seder at my friend Johannah's house but I have a late rehearsal tonight and I start my internship tomorrow so I want to be rested. I'm sad.

Can I tell you what just made me the happiest person alive? Seriously? Can I?

This place: Duck Walk.

Every time I order food to be delivered, the delivery man shows up with the biggest smile and the happiest, friendliest attitude. It's so refreshing! Yea!!!!!!!! For happy people who serve Thai food!

I'm Old...

Yesterday (Sunday) was maybe my favorite day in months, weeks, years even. Okay, maybe just my favorite day in a few weeks. Surprising my parents by coming home after Christmas is still my favorite day ever.

Yesterday morning I went to brunch with a bunch of girly friends.


My food was so yummy. It even had edible flowers. I also had some delicious freshly made juice and a really yummy cup of coffee. Oh yeah, and there was good conversation too.

Then I had my Project Writing class with Jeff Griggs. (It's actually required by Griggs that we use his name when talking about the class for "publicity." We had to sign a statement.) I love that class. This is a half new/half returning group of students . We read the first ten pages of our scripts today. I love it when we start reading them out loud. It's so much fun.

After class I went to book club.


Alexandra had macaroons and hot dogs in honor of the book we read, A Confederacy of Dunces. It was fun and full of wine.

I told my friend Thomas that I had brunch and book club and he made the comment that my day was that of a middle-aged woman. You're a little right Sir Thomas III...and I like it that way. Tahnee likes it that way too.