Friday, November 4, 2011


My best friend (as shown above) is coming up for the weekend and I can't be more excited. We have gone through a lot together, especially over the summer, and it will be nice to see him in better quality than the Skype we have been using for drink nights and generally catching up.

One thing that worries me though, is making sure I am the best host in the world and showing him a good time with fun activities. Making sure that I am ready for his visit with a Pennsylvania 'welcome tourists' guide in hand. Although I have lived here for a little over seven months, I have mostly spent that time working, going to New York to visit friends, and on the internet. I haven't explored my town at all rather than the family trips to CVS and I wish I knew about "super secret young persons'" spots. I just do not want him on his departure plane on sunday thinking, "What a waste of a weekend!"

I mean, if anything, we can just drink the whole weekend.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Ducktails. Best Coast. Little Girls.

The Big Bang.

That's how you feel when you finally find a station on Pandora because of ONE BAND, where EVERY BAND, so far, is your favorite.

I am explaining the feeling of discovering a sub-genre, a genre broken down in it's most minute form. The sound of God's voice (sounding a lot like Ryan Gosling, if he were whispering what he plans to do to me tonight [I'm talking sexually, duh.])

Now, this is just what I believe I hear, and I've been told my whole life, I am able to explain and pin descriptions of things that people will say "Oh yeah, that's pretty much it. You hit the nail right on the head." If I were on the committee to name hipster fads, music or children I would beg to be in charge of naming this music.

And finally, without further to do, I would dub this music....   "SUPER AMAZING BEACH, MAYBE A LITTLE BIT OF EASTERN WOODLANDS INDIE EXPLOSION MUSIC THAT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND WHEN ZACH BRAFF PROPOSES TO YOU"

I mean, that's just what I hear.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

A Poem Inspired by Zach Schulte

Squid
Octopus
Porpoise
Purpose
Give me one
Give it all to me
Dolphin hearts
are just cold.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Holla at chur girl.

This is a rant. If you have somewhere to go....then, don't bother with this.




I am FUCKING SICK of people assuming I mean one thing and living life thinking I "meant" what you assumed.

Listen, I am a big girl and I have a hell of a self esteem so, just ask me and I. WILL. TELL. YOU. STRAIGHT. UP.

I am not afraid of you or explaining myself. Not like that, anymore.

But I WILL CHOOSE what I prefer to disclose and what to keep my own business. Again, it's not out of fear, I just don't live for you.

You don't need to know every time I wear leggings and pretend to be Nicki Minaj.

For real. I do that. I have false eyelashes...

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Hurricane of LURVE

I sleep to a rain soundtrack I have on my ipod, every night. For some reason I sleep better when it's raining outside and cannot bless god enough for putting the idea of recording hours and hours of thunderstorms into the creator's noggin from Nature Sounds.

Anyway, with Hurricane Irene only 7 hours away from this diving board  town I currently store my stuff in, I can't help but get excited about the amazing sleep, dreams and all the fun activities taking place tomorrow that aren't as thrilling as when its wet and dark outside.

Starting with tonight, I plan to scrub my face real nice like, slip into my fave pjs (an oversized striped men's button up *swoon*), slap on this goddamn Nicorette patch and snuggle up to my body pillow, Leonardo Dicaprio, and a hydrocodone and dream of rainy days in my New York City apartment getting ready for a Starbuck's trip on the way to a film shoot.

No rain track required.


Saturday, August 20, 2011

For the hipster on the go!


OH FUCK.

Ok, on tha real. If I rode bikes and had places to go where there would be people expecting me to be there at the same time when THEY were...I would totes buy this.

Blank check. Who should I make it out to?

I. Love. Wine. And I love drinking it, too (har har)! 

I love it so much that I have a filmed night that I have yet to put on tha YouTube where I am gettin all kinds of silly. W(h)ine Night will be on the internet one day, I swear to Bacchus.

In the mean time....here's an unedited clip.


Please be kind.


Friday, August 12, 2011

What to Pack to a Actor's Networking Party in NYC

I am a (wannabe) actor stationed out in Pennsylvania and a huge aspect of being a (wannabe) successful actor is to be able to network yourself, as in, whore your craft, as in, prostitute yourself and dish on how many projects you've done, how many accents you can shit out and how good your impressions of the hottest mistake of the moment is. Pretend these people are your friends and you will get a break, is the general idea of these things.

So, I had gotten to go to one of these things and whilst there, I was reminded of a few college parties I went to. People came in cliques: musical theater actors, models turned actors, actors turned models then decided modeling was too much pressure and went back to acting....actors, Bright eyed Beginners, 'I AM AN ARTIST' actors, 'I literally have no other skills' actors (me), Bad Childhood actors and the one sound guy. Everyone, once arriving, picked their corners and their drinks and talked to the people that came with them the duration of the party. I went with a friend of mine ( falls into the 'I AM AN ARTIST' actor category) and while feeling totally out of place, I made up a survival kit that I wish I would have brought. Here are the items:


1. Extra Money
You are going to feel self conscious here. Fucking admit it. This party will remind you of being a freshman and accidentally hearing about a party that you will stuff yourself like sardines with your other freshmen friends in a Jetta to get to. You know how to not feel as intimidated? Drink. Drink a lot. With the extra money you will be bringing, you can buy very many adult beverages that will give you the heart of the lion (and make every song they play at the venue your favorite). This magical tonic will allow you to go up to these cliques uninhibited and attempt to break barriers by talking about "the business" in New York and try to relate by talking about the most hilarious cat video on YouTube. You will be successful in this and be able to measure it by how many acty business cards you got.

2. Two Sets of Business Cards
When you're an actor, you are your business. And what totally legit business doesn't have business cards? Why two sets of business cards, you ask? Because, as I have mentioned above, there will be people getting drunk as well. Either they suffer from intimidation and just need a little nudge or they are really fucking bored and want to spice up the evening with some Martinis but there will be that one person who can't handle it. The one creepy ass dude or slurry, slutty drunk girl that wants to get in your pants and "Help you out because they see that you have some real talent (the both of you....because they are seeing double, get it?) and they are writing a movie that you fit this one character SOOO PERFECT and if they could bum a cigarette, that would be really cool". If this person doesn't leave you alone and you know that if you give up your digits, they WILL call you immediately after you leave the party (You can tell if you are meeting that person by their eye focusing problem), you give them the card with just your email on it. That way, you aren't being a total jerk off and giving out a false info or even shittier, the rejection hotline number. I have been caught giving fake digits before... I don't want to talk about it.

3. A False Sense of Superiority
I cannot stress enough how important you are. You are the shit. You are the next fucking Gary Oldman or Robin Williams when he's doing a serious role. That tv show you were an extra on? Yeah, Friday Night Lights. You were the best fucking background EVER. You sat in those bleachers like nobody's business. They didn't film your side because they didn't want you to upstage the main actors. Everyone needs to know how amazing you are and you should be the one to tell them. Being hammered will add to your believability.

4. Pictures of Your Mom

5. Conversation Topics/Starters
This is actually good material for any sort of social setting. If you see someone that you would wish to converse with, you will need a sweet opener to get their attention and pretty much let them know all about you and how the conversation with you will be rewarding in their life. I start with something everyone can relate to and something I am passionate about: child obesity. (I got nothing.) Next, an attention getter; danger is something no one can ignore. Use volcanoes. And lastly, an action: biking to the store. Now, put it all together. "Volcanoes erupted while I was bike riding to the store with my child obesity." You will be the most talked about person at the party! Congratulations, Mr. Popular

What are some things I missed?