Not much to report here. These last couple have days have been pretty mellow... and it's sorta freaking me out. My partner and I got a 6 week job for an internet project - one that doesn't need WGA writers so it's a go. Unfortunately, we have yet to receive good information from the company or even a deal, and so we just wait.
And waiting? Is one of the hardest things for me to do. I am the first person to call myself impatient. Have always been. If I want something? I want it NOW. Whether it be a job or a boyfriend or chocolate or shoes. For example, C and I have been eyeing this amazing camera which retails for $500 plus, and I obviously can't afford it right now but of course, it's the only thing on my mind. Same thing for the Nintendo Wii which reminds me, I've really got to play that more often!
Anyway, I kinda feel like it's the calm before the storm, and any minute things will start happening, and I wont have a second to breathe (or eat, hopefully) and before I know it, I'll have to leave town (C and I go to Colorado & Chicago on the 17th) and then it will be the new year and (hopefully) the strike will end but then HIOLY SHIT we'll have two projects and we'll become INSANE. Meanwhile, I can't do anything so I spend my time reading blogs and watching TV. And Facebook. Are you guys on Facebook? I know some of you are, but I just got into it yesterday and before I know it, people from all walks of life are finding me or I'm finding them, and I know I NEVER wanted to get on another site like this after Myspace but then just found myself... so c'est la vie.
Also, yesterday my friend wanted me to go to the mall with her so she could pick up a couple of things and I was very adamant that I didn't want to join because I have a bit of a shopping problem. She finally coerced me into joining and sure enough? $100 were spent at Sephora. But damn! My makeup looks H-O-T today!
And last night? Just as C and I were about to leave to grab dinner, we both started smelling gas (not the farting kind!) coming from our stove. I immediately expected the worse (meaning, I prepared for my apartment to blow up) and called the gas company, who told us to stay away from the stove, keep the apt. ventilated, and wait for a technician to come out. So, 45 minutes later, no technician, and C and I both feel woozy. I'm sure it was in our heads but still I called them and told them that we weren't feeling good and it was too cold to sit outside, so they moved us up to "priority". Yeah, note to self - if ever a gas leak, always complain of feeling nauseous and sure enough someone will be at your door within minutes. Well, after all that drama, it looks like the only problem was that the pilot light wasn't lit. DG = Genius.
Just another day in the life.
