Prequel

Here's a follow up/prequel to Jessica's Daily affirmation.



Again, let's take a lesson and live each day like little Jessica, who apparently is a tween now. But whatever, I'm 25, and I still love a good pillow bomb. ;)

Remember When...

Confidence came this easily?





I'm gonna try and begin each new day on my bathroom countertop like this. You should too.

Space Day #3

I mean, I know my job can be pretty cool, but I don't get to do this:




Rocket into outer space, that is.

Whisper...

A little secret to me...or post it on the Internet in front of everyone's faces. Either/or.
I haven't posted about PostSecret's Sunday Secrets in ages, but what better time than on a random Thursday? Here are the gems from this week, and my accompanying witty banter:



I'm sorry, I confused this one with a fortune cookie. My b.


I'm a huge supporter of leggings, I wore some today actually, but some ill-fitting leggings do allude nudity. Not the point.


Is this referring to the idiot that illustrated this postcard? I'm not getting it. Regardless, this is sound advice.


This is called compassion. Or your average theme park people watching experience.


Hell, I pretend people fall in love with ME! I had three imaginary boyfriends at work today. But then I got tired of imaginary serial dating and wanted to settle down...


If JK Rowling can do it in 7 books, so can you.



My secret:
I think my cat judges my outfits. If I ask her if she likes it and she doesn't immediately meow in an upglide, I feel like I have to change.

Never Sleeps...

I was recently lucky enough to steal away to one of my favorite places on Earth, New York City. I ventured, planning simply on seeing friends, hitting up a few auditions, and maybe catching a show or two. I did just that and more. But I was naiive enough to discount the city planning things for me. She was kind enough to catch me in the rain, reveal a few celebrity sightings, trap me on the D train during a bomb threat, spin me around on a sexy pole, feed me the best cookie of my life, solicit career advice on a West Side balcony, reconnect me with some damn important people, throw me in a no joke subway fight, and woo me with poetry in a hidden Central Park garden.




I really couldn't be naiive enough now to say all this happened by chance.




So I kept a journal on my phone of things I've learned. I'd like to share them with the blogosphere. Take it or leave it:

No one always looks cool. We all mess up the stupid shit. Aka, rolling luggage is still hard to handle no matter the designer.

You don't have to do New York alone. There's abjillion other people doing it too.
But it can feel oddly lonely sometimes.

There's always someone wierder than you.

The city will turn in a split second. Heed who you sit next to on the train and respect their invisible bubble.

People still get nervous at auditions.

It's hard. It's expensive. It'll kick your ass if you're not quick enough to get out the way.

Thugish looking people can be nice. And nice looking people can be thugish.

Everyone at auditions can sing well...for the most part. But not everyone can bring the IT factor that you have.

A backpack is not a bad idea.

Every day works out.


So overall, the pilgrimage was all I was searching for and more. And I'm still astonished at how I was so meant to be there that week. Not just for me, but for other people. It's a scary and beautiful place to have your own place.






Oh yeah, and this guy has jazz hands in New York City... Figures.



Ps, Happy 100th post to me :) I think I used it well.

LOG 5

Salutations to you, my followers of past and present. Allow me to begin this log entry by expressing my embarrassment for not posting my escape efforts and progress for over a year. I would be happy to report that my keeper has kept a strict sentry on me, cutting me off from the computer, but that would be a lie.
To avoid an extremely long-winded post, I'll touch on the highlights:
We've since moved into a new dwelling. It's more spacious and double layered, allowing me a greater arena for running, pouncing, hiding, etc. I challenge Medusa to a race up the stairs on a daily basis. I always win, naturally. She is slow and pitifully un-agile in comparison. But I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that. I've also taken up permanent camp in the bathroom sink. It's comfortable.




Another upgraded feature of the new captivity, aside from granite elevated countertops, is the screened in lanai. I spend the majority of my time here, studying the wildlife (well, OTHER wildlife, besides me) and expanding my lungs in the fresh air. I wouldn't be surprised if I grew a new pair altogether.
Onto a more thrilling subject. After this suitcase escape attempt failed:




I knew riskier measures had to be taken, and I managed to escape for at least 2 minutes. I stealthily slithered out the front door into the mask of night when the flighty roommate was leaving one particular evening, and reached the bushes on the other side of the neighbor's house where I took sanctuary until Medusa lured me out with the word "treat". Fail. But this I know next time: when you have the obvious advantage, people will easily lie to you. Mind who you believe or you, too, could be shut in the laundry room for 15+ minutes.
On a positive note, I'm happy to report the feature film I'm starring in is doing very well at the box office, "How to Train Your Dragon".




It's an epic and heartwarming tale that sheds light on the souls and good nature of sorely misunderstood animals. It's a cause close to my heart. I think I'll look for more projects similar to this one in the future. I sent James Cameron my headshot, I think he'll be moved by animal rights soon enough.

CirqueDuSolERIN GO BRAUGH!

That means: Luck of the CirqueDuSolIrish.



The day of 1/8 of my people is fast approaching, lads and lassies. I LOVE St. Patrick's Day! All you do is drink, wear green, and get kissed and pinched. Recipe for success.