So Much Time, So Little to Do

Strike that. Reverse it.

Actually, this is what I'm doing all month:

There is still time left to get in on the fun!

Think about it.

(click the picture to go to the Script Frenzy site.)

Title Quote: Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (did you expect a quote from anywhere else?)

Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang = Great Great Time Time

Hola!

Sure has been a while. Wouldn't you agree? I haven't felt very much like blogging.

Right now I'm watching some old school Looney Tunes. I mean, Bugs Bunny and Yosemite Sam digging for gold, old school.

I'm still riding high after my night in Seattle last weekend. I got dressed up for the first time since Jan-Term, or thereabout.

My friend and I drove up to Seattle. Ate dinner and had drinks at The Cheesecake Factory. Stood in a line outside of the Paramout (the line literally went around the block). My friend, however, made friends with some random lady, so we were only at the end of the first block.

Luckily, Seattle stepped it's game up and it was a beautiful night. Warm-no rain-clear skies kind of beautiful.

After the long wait in line, we got inside of the theatre, sat in our balcony seats and the fun began.

Guy Branum opened the show. He had a lot to say about the PNW. My favorite reference to WA had to be, "Maria Cantwell looks like a cunt, but I'd fuck her." I was impressed with his knowledge of WA's senators. He was an awesome opening act.

Then, there was a video montage of Chelsea in different sketches from her show, set to the tune of David Guetta's tasteful song, Sexy Bitch.

Finally, Chelsea came on stage. She started by saying, "Is everyone here as wasted as I am?" And, let me tell you, she was waaaaaaaasted.

Needless to say, it was an amazing show.

Afterwards, we stood in line to get our books signed. The show started an hour late because she stayed after her first show and signed every single book that was handed to her. Some people in line were mad, but I'm happy that she did that, it's admirable; I didn't care that our show started late.

Our show was over around 1:30AM and, again, she stayed and signed every book handed to her.

All this with a cup of Belvedere by her side.

It was fun watching her interact with all of her fans, she seems like a pretty awesome person. I already thought that, but seeing her interact with fans in person reassured me.

(Aren't we all secretly scared that our favorite celebrities are huge dicks?)

Her brother, Roy, was there with her (I only know it was her brother from seeing him on her show a couple of times). It must be crazy/cool/surreal to watch a sibling signing autographs for hundreds of people, performing for thousands every weekend and having 3 books (simultaneously) on the NYT Bestsellers List.

If ever I were to tour the country, I would also take my family with me.

Seeing her was inspiring (that sounds corny, but I like to speak the truth); it kind of re-lit something in me. I couldn't sleep for hours after we got back from the show. All I could focus on was how to start turning my dreams into reality.

I think I've figured some of it out.

Overall, it was a great, great night. One of the best I've had in a long time.

Seeing Chelsea was the main reason it was so great. But, it was just fantastic to go out with a friend, eat dinner, have a few drinks, laugh, reminisce (we've been friends since elem. school), and feel inspired all in one night.

I've decided that Seattle is the popular, glamorous sister of the tomboyish, brooding Tacoma. My friend and I have decided to make going to Seattle a monthly thing.

This wasn't the post I had in mind to write, but it is what it is.

It's the Little Things

It's 3:15AM and here I am starting a post. I couldn't help it. I was compelled to write. I was listening to music at random on iTunes when a Tyrone Wells song came on. Happy As the Sun came on, to be exact.

It was the strangest thing, really.

We all know the power that music has. That power to take us back to a specific moment. Just like a scent can make you feel like you're standing in your grandma's kitchen on Christmas, instead of a bakery on a Tuesday in July.

Songs make you remember things that you might otherwise forget.

I remember, with fondness, having my first dance with a boy at a middle school dance. I danced to My Heart Will Go On with a boy I had a crush on, named Dylan. And much like Celine's heart, the song went on and on; and the awkward dance droned on along with it. If I could go back, I'd tell my 6th grade self to make up an excuse (Would you excuse me? I cut my foot before and my shoe is filling up with blood.) and tell him that I'd cash in a rain check for the next slow song.

I remember the song that the pep band played as we went to halftime during the game when I made 6 3-pointers in the first half. As we ran off the court, to the locker room, the band played Hey! Baby and the crowd sang along. That was the night I earned the nickname Tres. I hear that song and I get butterflies in my stomach as if I'm still 17, wearing blue and gold and calling myself a "Lady Tiger". I can almost hear my coach yelling, "Motion!"

Anyway.

Tonight, as I was saying, Happy As the Sun started playing and I thought about my friend, Kelly (who introduced me to Tyrone Wells' music), and the few times we saw him play at Linfield. After that song started playing, I decided I only wanted to listen to Mr. Wells at the moment, so I typed his name in the search and watched as all songs, but his, disappeared.

The next song, which is the song that made me want to write, was Sea Breeze. The first measures of music began to play and, had I closed my eyes, I could have sworn I was back in my sophomore year at Linfield.

It really is wonderfully stunning how a song can take you back to a place you haven't been in years.

As I listened, there I was back in Larsell 106, lying on my bed with a desk lamp on, staring aimlessly at my shadowed ceiling.

I'd like to say that this song took me back to a brilliant time, but at that moment in room 106, I was unhappy.

The interesting part of it all, is that as the memory flooded back, so did the emotions and my physical reactions to them. I specifically remember feeling like I was carrying weights at all times and was constantly struggling to be happy. It was the beginning of a particularly rough couple of years for me.

I won't go into it. But I could feel all of that.

I just thought it was amazing the way the song did that.

And though it wasn't a brilliant moment in my life during the time I was living it, it was completely impressive how the song made me look back at the moment with the same fondness as my first dance.

I wish I could effectively explain the difference between that moment and this one. The only way I can think to explain it is to say that:

Everything then was so heavy, whereas things now are light and radiant. Then: every little thing felt more like a wrecking ball of discourage. Now: it's the little things, good and bad, that fill me with motivation, excitement and wonder.

For this, I am grateful.

Until next time,
Find: Love. Grace. Music. Little things.

No One Uses the Word 'Strife' Anymore

So, I think I've figured this all out. Though, I'm not sure any one of you has read my last few posts, so this may just be me talking to myself about my blog shuffling as of late (this goes back to the topic of "if there are no comments, it's hard not to assume the post hasn't been read").

Anyway, here are the statuses of my (as of now) three blogs:

• Strictly For Suckers: Defunct
• This blog: Using it for general life updates

So, we have that. Now, we have this:

An update on that aforementioned static life:

Well, there's not much to report (shocker?), life feels much like a waiting game at the moment--most of the waiting is for my damn phone to ring, or for a few certain somebodies to bless my inbox.

The waiting game isn't the worst situation to be in. I know it won't be like this all the time (I'm determined that it won't be).

Things of Note:

• I recently pre-ordered Chelsea Handler's new book: Chelsea Chelsea Bang Bang and I'm super excited about it.
• I'm going to Seattle for a casting call for a new ABC Family series (based on this book).
• I'm going to Portland next-next weekend to celebrate my mom's birthday!
• I'm currently 30 pages into a new screenplay that I'm really enjoying to write.
• I still don't have a job.
• I'm still sleeping on the couch (thanks to, what I now call, The Great Futon Hoax of 2010).

Aaaaaaaand....

• I'm rocking longer locks:

Well, that's pretty much it for now.

Hope all is well with you.

Title Song: 'Lost in Your Own Life' - Alexa Vega

I'm the Next Big Thing

I'm posting this here, too, in case some of you didn't see it on the my other blog.

If you have Twitter, you can follow all of the comedians of Chelsea Lately HERE. It's a Twitter List I made so I could see all of their tweets at once.

Now, the post:

Brad Wollack, one of the comedians that works on Chelsea Lately, was doing a live stream on USTREAM. I decided to check it out because he's a funny guy and I wanted to see what he was going to be talking about. I was surprised when I got there because he was filming from the Chelsea Lately "Media Lounge" and almost all of the comedians that work on the show, including Chelsea Handler, were hanging around.

Anyway, while he was streaming, I was able to send IMs that he was able to see. So, I decided to ask for a shout out. I figured, "What the hell, it can't hurt." Well, ask and you shall receive.

If you don't care for the show, or if you do care for the show and not for the backstage chatter, skip ahead to the 4:57 mark to hear Brad Wollack and Jen Kirkman mention me! I was pretty much ecstatic, haha.

Pretty awesome, no? I'm pretty much famous now.

Title Song: 'Beverly Hills' - Weezer