Procrastination. It's a valuable quality.

What a frickin' day! Yes mom, I said frickin'. The word I wasn't allowed to say as a kid because we all knew what I was really wanting to say--take out 'ri' insert 'u'.

I am just so glad to be a mere 29 min. away from going home, getting into my PJs and watching TV. I have been so busy with work and the movie, that a night of doing nothing is the best treat EVER. Just me, Adam, my 3 pups and a good book. (insert dreamy sigh here)

Now, back to today and why it's been a frickin' one. All was well this morning and the first of the afternoon. Left for lunch at 2pm and went to Randall's to renew the registration on Adam's truck. Why was I doing it? Because legally the truck's mine. It's in my name. Adam makes the payments, pays the insurance, registration renewals, inspections, etc., but I have better credit, which equaled lower payments. It's actually a win for me because my credit score gets the boost. 

Anyway, his registration is up on May 31, so I go today, May 29, to renew it. Sure, I've had the paper at home for a month, but it would be totally out of character for me to take care of things early rather than procrastinate. Everyone thinks Sarah means princess, but that's only half true. The rest of the meaning was lost centuries ago. However, I have uncovered the secret. Sarah by definition means princess procrastinator. I would be untrue to myself had I renewed the registration a month ago.

I walk up to the customer service desk at Randall's, confident that I have everything and will be in and out. It is then brought to my attention that I cannot renew the registration because Adam's truck needs new license plates. At this point there is only small frustration. After all, I had to get lettuce, croutons and salad dressing, so the trip was not wasted.

I call Adam when I get home for lunch and tell him the situation. He calls the tax assessor's office downtown and finds out that because May 31 falls on a Sunday the registration and new license plates must be purchased by 4:45pm today. Now I have a rage of frustration. I'm supposed to be back at work in 30 min., so I don't have time to do this. Adam says he'll go. Frustration decreases...a little. We hang up, and I eat my salad. Then he calls me back and says he can't do. I, as the legal owner, have to do it. Frustration surges again.

I have no choice but to go, so I call a colleague and explain the situation. MMI is awesome, and they understand that, sorry to be cliche, shit happens. Adam then tells me that a woman at the tax assessor's office said I needed to bring the old plates with me...Yes, I later discovered that she is a moron who is in no way qualified to advise people on procedure. But this is a lesson to be learned later. So now I'm supper pissed because I have to drive to Adam's office to pick up his old plates and then drive over to the court house to get the new ones. I get in the line, which NEVER moves quickly, renew the registration and get the new plates (discovering what a waste it was to have the old ones and thinking how stupid I looked holding them in line). Now I have to drive back to Adam's work because he now has no plates on his truck, when he could have kept the old ones on until we both arrived home from work, at which time he could exchange them for the new ones. But because lady dumbass told him I had to have the old plates with me, I had to make yet another unnecessary stop.

So after an hour from when I left my house, I was finally headed back to work. However, it is done and done. I got my ass in gear and accomplished the mission. Nothing like procrastination to make you hustle. That's why I believe in it so much.

Good evening, Clarice

Just call me Hannibalette Lecter. I warned in my previous post that if someone invoked my road rage I would bite their face...and I ain't no liar. Someone cut me off the other day so I went after him, ran him off the road and bit his forehead. It's kind of hard to really bite a forehead, but I did what I could. So, if you see a man around town with teeth marks above his brow, you will know that he was my victim. And let him be a lesson to you all.

Ok, so I didn't really bite anyone...but I wanted to. I did grit my teeth and snarl a little, though.

Did some filming this weekend. We shot the newsroom meeting scenes. It was a long day, but I had a good time. My fellow actors did great! I started a Twitter page for the film: @ShutYourBlogOff and synced it with my cell phone so that I can tweet on set. If you have a Twitter account, come follow us, and if you don't, you better go get one : ) 

This evening I am attending a free film class on how to score your movie...No, that doesn't mean that I am trying to get the movie layed. Scoring your movie is the process of adding music and sound in post production. When you hear a song playing during a scene, that song wasn't really playing at the moment of filming. It was added in post production to enhance or create a feeling or tone. Myself, the director and the cameraman are going. Should be interesting.

Well, that's all I got for you today. I am kind of beat. Perhaps I will catch someone digging in their nose or picking their butt this evening and can tell you all about it tomorrow. 

Don't make me shine my glock

As I was driving home yesterday and driving to get me nails did at lunchtime today, I had to ask myself, in between my cursing and choice hand gestures no less, if I could have the worst case of road rage out of everyone I know...and I think the answer is yes.

Ugh! I just can't stand stupid drivers. Before I know it I'm honking my horn or beating the steering wheel and saying things like, "WTF! Are you a moron? Green means go, you idiot!" Or I revert to a solo conversation of sarcasm where I make remarks like, "Ok. See that speed limit sign we just passed? It had a number on it. That's how fast we get to go. Kinda crazy, huh? Just a little lesson to put in your pocket (insert fake laugh)." Oh sure, I'm certain I look like a big crazy talking to myself, but my sarcastic banters help me refrain from pulling out my 9 and bustin' a cap.

So, in case you ever find yourself on the road with me, do us all a favor and...

1. Drive the freakin' speed limit. We are on a damn highway. No need to go 40...unless in traffic. I may be a biatch, but I do have logic and understand that 65 in traffic means nothing but collision.

2. They didn't put blinkers on cars just for shits and giggles. I know that stupid tick, tick noise can get annoying, but use that damn blinker. If I am waiting to cross over your lane, and you plan on turning onto the street I'm on, hence allowing me to cross before the 68 cars coming behind you reach my intersection, then that blinker better be on. If not, I'll u-turn, make you pull over, yank that blinker handle off your steering wheel and shove it right up your.....and breathe. 12345678910. Also, if I'm behind you, and you decide that up ahead at that video store you want to turn in and rent Dumb & Dumber, that blinker? Better be a flashin'.

3. When in slow traffic and you see me with my blinker on indicating my desire to get in your lane, don't be a douche bag and hug the car's ass in front of you so that I can't get in. I mean really? Do you think God forbid one more car get ahead of you and you'll never make it home?

4. Do not EVER pull out in front of me and proceed to go slow! I loath that. Here I am coming 40+, and you see it in your best interest to pull out in front of me and go 30? I will beat some ass for that one.

5. OK. Most exits lanes are marked clearly with dotted lines and the words "Exit Only" painted on the damn lane itself. And a lot of exit lanes are long, giving drivers plenty of time to get the hell out if they don't want to exit. So why is it that you stay in the exit only lane until the last minute and decide, "Oops. I didn't know I had to exit here. Silly me (haha)," and then you brake hard (making me brake hard) so as to find a place to get over. All I say to you is...Jackass!

6. Merging lanes. Don't get me started...too late, already am. If your lane is merging with my lane, guess what that means? I have the right of way, not you, dip. Also, when on ramps merge with a freeway lane, don't be that prick who slams on their accelerator to get in front of the car entering the freeway as if to say, "Whoa man! I'm the freeway warden in these parts, and you ain't allowed on. So what I'm gonna do is make you have to swerve into the shoulder to avoid hitting me because I am a big, ugly ass." Yeah, don't be the big, ugly ass.

7. Driver courtesy has it's rules too. If you're at a red light that has a good line going, a line that could potentially block an intersection or driveway. Do not pull up so that the person on said intersection can't pass through. It's just freakin' rude and selfish. Leave a gap so people can cross over your lane. However, if you are at a red light, a long annoying red light that only stays green for 2 seconds, and a car suddenly comes up from the side and wants to get into your lane when the light turns? That is when it's not only OK, but vital that you simply act as though you don't see them and carry on through the green light. If you stay stopped and allow them to get in front of you, they slow shit up, making those of us who have been waiting in that stupid ass line forever, miss the light. Just something to remember. Now, on good days when I'm not feeling so bitchy, I have broken the code and let a driver into my lane when a light has turned green. But I only do it when I know my ass is gonna make it through the light : ) 

I could go on and on, but I like the number 7, so I'll stop there. Now it's off to my car to drive home. Better look out for me or I'll come up to your window, nicely ask you to roll it down and then bite your face. No one likes to have teeth marks in their face, so be warned.

Something Short & Sweet

Man, what a day! I was wondering why I felt so hungry and then  looked up and saw it was 3pm. Where had the day gone? I have been so busy today that I lost track of the time...but I managed to shoot on over to Chick-fil-A and grab a sandwich, which I proceeded to hork down like a vulture. It was hella good too. However, I couldn't just let myself eat. I had to eat and type, which did nothing but grease up my keyboard. Yuk! Oh, woe is me...

I had my first cast rehearsal last night, and it was a lot of fun. I got to meet my fellow actors and hear what the scene really sounds like when it's not just me reading everyone's part in my head. A couple of actors there last night are experienced, and it was neat (Neat. Hello, jr. high) to watch them in action and learn from them. The ideas they had about developing their character and what mannerisms they could take on were awesome. It inspired me to think about my character more. 

I also got some pretty cool news last night from the producer/director. He told them that I have contributed so much to the film that I shall be listed in the movie credits as the Executive or Assistant Producer, whichever we decide upon. How freakin' nifty is that?! I'm really diggin' this film making thing.

Sorry this post is short and blah, but it's time for me to head home. I'll try and find time manana (Dora the Explorer would be proud of that) to post something better. Peace!

IT'S ALIVE!!

Holy Moses, it has been a while since I blogged! I just got so busy at work that I didn't have time to make a post. Lame excuse, I know, but it's the truth. I've been spending so much time trying to figure out Twitter on behalf of my clients that I forgot all about my lowly blog (picture me frowning). And to add salt (Morton's lite salt) to an open wound, I don't have crap to say right now. One would think that having almost 2 weeks to experience things and think about things that I would have tons of stuff to say by now...but I don't. I'm tempted to go out in public and stage a dramatically embarrassing trip and fall scene just for the sake of this blog. Too bad I have too much self pride to carry out that idea...but if I could make someone else fall down. Now that's an awesome idea! I do love to watch others trip and fall. Sadistic? Some would say.

Today is Friday, to state the obvious, but it's even more joyous because it's payday too. Hip Hip Hooray! That really doesn't elude to too much excitement, though, because the electric, water, cable and gas bills are stuck to the frig door waiting to suck my hard-earned money right out of my bank account. It is these moments that I miss being a young tot, living at home with my parents, never falling victim to the woes of bills, rent, groceries and vet appointments--Lola's is tomorrow, by the way. Oh, to be a kid again. Take away that awkward stage, acne and braces, and I'm in. Time machine, do your stuff.

Got a screenwriters workshop tomorrow morning. Since I have been brought on as an assistant screenwriter, the film's producer wants me to attend this workshop with him. He paid for me to go, which was super nice. It's at Rice University at 10am. I've never been to a screenwriters workshop, probably because I never thought I'd be writing a screenplay, but I'm excited about it. 

The game plan was to shoot our newsroom scenes on Sunday, but one of the other actors, the news director, was in a car accident. Nothing serious, but it did prevent him from filming this weekend. So now we are shooting the scenes next weekend. It will be a long day, maybe a long two days depending on how much we get done on Saturday. It's a 6 person scene, so we have to get the lines and reactions of all 6 people individually as well as group shots. But it's gonna be a blast! 

Rehearsal is Monday night, and I am sooo anxious to meet the other actors. I discovered earlier this week that I already know one of them. The day before my audition, I was an extra in a short film, and I was seated next to a guy named Bobby. As Bobby and I talked we learned that both of us were going to the following day's audition and even saw each other there. Low and behold, when Wonedwossn (producer/director) told me the names of the other actors, it was Bobby whom he casts as Tim, the cocky, pretentious, materialistic reporter who doesn't care for the new guy (male lead). Now Bobby isn't really like that, but he's a handsome, sharp dressing, confident man, so he can pull the role off well.

It's just all a bundle of excitement, and I can't wait to see the finished product! It's gonna be a great film, I just know it.

Well, got work to do. I know, it's a crazy concept, this actually working while at work thing. Who came up with that one? I'll try to be better at making posts. Promise (fingers secretly crossed under desk)

Quiet on the set!

Yesterday I had my first day on set. (That's so cool to say) I wasn't in the scene but wanted to be there so that I could understand the process of filming, meet some of  the other actors, get a feel for the tone of the movie, etc. We shot the 'CEO scene,' which I helped write. The producer, who is the main script writer, sends me the scenes and lets me edit, change and add dialogue as needed. I keep the tone and attitude of the scenes and just make the dialogue more conversational. It's pretty cool to get to help write the movie too.

We met at IHOP at 8am so the actors could start rehearsing, then at 11:30am we headed over to the set, which was a law office off Memorial Dr. The man playing the CEO really looked the part. We was very tall and had that loud, deep voice that was great when he got angry in the scene. Once he put his suit on it was like, BAM, he really captured the feel of a CEO. The guy playing the CEO's right hand man (character name: Scott) was really good. He got his lines down fast and did great at appearing inferior and frightened as his boss yelled at him. There was a third guy who was in the background playing the "attack dog" type. He works for Scott. He didn't have any lines in yesterday's scene, but as he stood in the background you could see him making tight fists and crinkling his knuckles. He never took his eyes off Scott, like he was just waiting for the attack command. (This attack would be on the nosey reporter, not the CEO)

We starting wrapping things up at 3pm and left by 4pm. I was so exhausted when I got home. I had a great time, though, and was glad I went. It allowed me to meet and get comfortable with the camera crew, so that when it's time for me to do my scenes I will feel at ease. They have so much cool equipment that it felt like a big-time movie set. I'm so excited about getting more scenes shot! Next weekend will be another adventure, and I'll let you know how it goes.

On another note. I went to Quick Weight Loss to weigh in and get measured, and when the consultant measured my waist she said, "Wait. Let me do that again. I must have messed up because that's a lot of inches off in a week." But, no mistake. I lost 3 inches off my waist!! Woo Freakin' Hoo!! That just made my day : ) I wasn't seeing too much of a decrease on the scale so I thought progress has slowed, but no sir. I've always been like that, though, on any diet. I don't see much difference on the scale, but my clothes get really baggy, which is all that matters to me. Confidence restored. Motivation replenished.

Will You Save the Environment? Depends

OK, I know I just made a post, but I checked my email and found a HARO (Help A Reporter Out) query that I had to share. This is the reporter's topic: Ecological Impact of Adult Diapers. Ah yes, I do recall that being a major issue effecting our environment. Those damn Depends! I say we just let people wet themselves, their bed, the floor, wherever. Hey, sacrifices must be made to save the the world's living organisms and the environment in which they live, and we all know that adult diapers are the root cause of environmental downfalls. Lets start a petition that I will send to the CEO of Depends, asking that he discontinue his product and save the world. Hurry! We may not have much time.

As Long As It Works, Use It...On Second Thought

Yesterday I did a lot of research on the growing population of senior citizens who have a blog and/or read blogs (No mom and dad, I do not consider you senior citizens....yet). In doing so, I found some pretty funny and cleverly witty senior blogs. One of my favs is My Senior Citizen Humor. This guy cracks me up...and so I wanted to share a bit of his humor with you. I found this posted on his site, and I actually believe that it this will happen come 2029.

I see a strong sense of truth in this image because you know Madonna is gonna keep putting on shows until she croaks. This artist must also me a soothsayer.

On another note, I shamefully admit that I have peaked on my diet, meaning I've haven't gained any weight back, but I also haven't lost more than a couple of pounds this week. But if we're being totally honest here, and I feel we have that kind of relationship, I haven't been following the program to the T. I'm not eating bad stuff or gorging myself, nothing like that, but I've been so preoccupied that I don't get all my foods in everyday. I don't eat all my veggies and have run out of my food supplements, and I will confess that the 80 oz of water I'm supposed to drink a day...not happening. I think I'm at Post It Note yellow on my pee chart, which isn't so far off that I can't redeem myself. However, I proudly announce that I am back on the wagon. I have a cup of water by my side that is consistently full, I took my vitamins this morning and I brought a cucumber for my mid morning snack. The hard part for me is eating protein. I never realized how much I really don't care for meat. In the past, I always had cereal for lunch or a PB&J (yum...miss that one), but now I have to eat a chicken breast for lunch (who has time to cook that on their lunch break?) or a fish fillet. 

Now, the QWLC claims that you can still go out to eat and stay true to your diet. I call that bluff, my friend. I have been out to eat a few times recently, and unless I want to order a bowl of leaves with some lemon juice on it, then nothing on the menu fits the rules. Am I supposed to do say, "Excuse me waiter, can you ask the chef to use ONLY Mrs. Dash seasoning on my chicken breast, or he can bake me a fish as long as he uses just one tablespoon of butter? Thanks." Umm, no. It's hard to order out and stay true to the rules. Like today for instance, I wont be going home for lunch so I have to pick something up, but from where? This is were I get frustrated.

Well, I better go peel my cucumber and pull out my Morton's salt and have at my mid morning snack. Jealous, aren't you?