Jingle Bells And Attempted Murder

Just got home (finally) from the very long, very stressful shoot. The photographer/agent turned up hungover to the nines, which resulted in much snapping and me struggling to keep my knife-hand away from him. It's good to be back but won't be going home for another few days as he chose to wait until the last minute to inform me that I have a meeting/interview on Saturday. So just a note to the folks back home, I won't be back until late Saturday.

Is everyone ready for Christmas? I haven't finished my shopping but not sure I could handle the crowds this time of year. Perhaps I should fork out the extra and do my last minute shopping online. Luckily, this year our family christmas get-together is on the 30th, so I can hit the after Christmas sales for most of the gifts.

Seeing as I have tomorrow free, I was thinking of taking my young cousin Bree to see Jerry Seinfeld's 'Bee Movie'. Have any readers seen it? Please comment to let me know if it's worthwhile!

Right, must bugger off as I have limited net time until I get home. Hope everyone is well!

Procrastination

Quick quote as I am dashing around the house getting ready to go to Newcastle for a photoshoot.

"Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain - and most fools do." - Benjamin Franklin.

Came across this earlier and thought it was brilliant.

Must run, see you all thursday!

Cocktails And Chaos

I went to my friend Johnny's 21st last night, and am now suffering the self-inflicted aftereffects. The party was deliciously chaotic, filled with catfights, break-ups, over-the-top public displays of affection, and overall riffraff. While everyone else stressed over the surrounding bedlam, I sat back with my cocktail and just observed, in hopes of obtaining some blogging material, and humorous anecdotes to tell my grandchildren in 50 years time. Of course, I received plenty of said material, but regrettably, I was so intoxicated that I cannot remember any of it today.

Speaking of bedlam, the Tantrum Theatre schedule arrived in the mail yesterday. Coincidently, two of the four productions lined up for next year, involve mental patients. Obviously, this means I will fit in quite nicely.

I appologise if this post has not been of quality, or humor, however I have an inkling the dead braincells have taken my funny bone hostage. Let's hope all negotiations go well, and everything is returned to its rightful place, unharmed, as soon as possible.

Back In The Game

Just spoke to a place in Newcastle called "Tantrum Theatre", and they've agreed to send me out some information on their productions for next year. BOO YAH!

Who Needs PR When You've Got Friends Like This?

Well, I’m home!

The reunion between Mum and Sharyn went great; a teary affair for all involved. It was great hearing stories of what mischief they got up to when they were younger. On the way home, I decided to quiz my mother on what she thought the surprise might have been.

Myself: Who did you think was going to be waiting inside?

Mother: I had no idea. I thought maybe you’d organised some superstar through your connections or something.

Myself: Like, Orlando Bloom?

Mother: Well, yeah.

Myself: You think, if given the chance, I would share him with you?

Mother: Well, no I guess not.

Myself: You can have Brad.

Mother: Deal. By the way, Sharyn was a much better surprise than Orlando.

Thank goodness for that.

Loose Ends

I've recently recieved a couple of complaints from you perfectionist bastards that I never updated on how a few things went that I'd previously mentioned. So here goes.

Catwalk Debut. Put simply, I think I'll stick to acting; in the words of Emma Thompson, "Looking pretty is far too much effort".

NaNoWriMo. And the winner is..... Not me. 4,106 out of 50,000 words doesn't even really qualify. But I gave it a shot, and I'm still writing. Was a lot of fun and I encourage you all to give it a shot next year.

Colonel Brandon. Delicious as always, what more can I say?

That's Confidence!

Tomorrow's the big modelling debut! Somehow not nervous but definately disgusted at myself, as I spent most of the day in front of the mirror, criticising my worst points. Slightly more pathetic, I just wasted two whole hours which could have been used to make sure everything is ready for tomorrow, instead browsing the internet trying to find a celeb who looks as bad as me in a bikini, failing miserably and allowing myself a few moments to daydream about calling my agent and cancelling. Alas, I settled for pacing the house muttering "Doom. I'm doomed." over and over again.

Thankyou to the kind well-wishers who have sent lovely inspirational messages. Special thanks to Jo, who made my day with her beautiful sentiments, and Liam, whom without I would not have had this opportunity.

Stay safe folks, Ciao!


Total words for NaNoWriMo so far: 3,188 (And getting lazier by the minute.)