And now, Two A-Holes at a film audition.

So I was at an audition the other day. I won't name the casting director nor the project, but I will say that they were INCREDIBLY behind schedule. It was irritating at first, but I was entertaining myself by alternately texting, Twittering, and reading through a stack of Emmy magazines on the table, so it wasn't that big of a deal. However, though, it is really interesting to see how people handle this kind of thing. While we're all sitting there waiting to be called in, the poor assistant with his clipboard has the unenviable job of coming over to us and saying "Uh, I know you've been here for a while, but--" And that's all you hear/pay attention to because everyone starts groaning, and you know it's not good news anyway.

Anyway, while I'm reading an interview with Mitch Hurwitz and still kind of half-listening for my name perchance it be called ahead of time, I hear this girl say, "You know," with her lips all pursed - ugh, I wanted to smack her a little - "you know, this casting office is always slow, I haaaate coming here. It's such a waste of time."

You know what, chick, with your pursed lips and your knockoff bag and your two-month-old highlights? These underpaid people do not get blue ribbons at the end of their day for making our lives more difficult just for the heck of it. Just cool it.

But then, just as I'm judging this girl for her bitchy attitude, I remember one of my own low moments...

I was on a flight to Australia where we sat on the runway for four and a half hours. And at one point I actually yelled out, very loudly, into a quiet plane packed full of people, "Oh, please! Come on now! Let's go already!" And I know I know I know. That was so rude. But. The plane like, broke or something and then they brought us back to the gate but didn't let us off until they fixed it. And then they sent us back out and proceeded to put us on a runway that they weren't using or something inane like that, AND THEN FORGOT THAT WE WERE OUT THERE! We were waiting forever and once they realized their mistake we had to get back into the line of like 45 planes to take off again. Ugh.

But regardless of all of that, that girl with the bag and the lips should have been right there, right then, to smack me across the face and say "You spoiled little brat. Cool it."

So I guess my long-winded point is that we all get pushed to that point sometimes. And while what comes out isn't always pretty, we need to remember:

1. Don't shoot the messenger
2. Things happen and roll easy
and (my lesson today)
3. People who live in glass houses... shouldn't go into show business.

ODLR Resort 2010

All I know is that this collection totally reminds me of Madeline. And all of a sudden, I want to be an adorable pipsqueak of a boarding school student in 1930s France.

When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies.

The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien starts tonight.

I think the technical term for this is booyah.

I love it when the first of the month falls on a Monday. It just feels so right, y'know? This whole month feels like it's shaping up to be a good one. Happy June, my love angels!

In other news, Tina Fey and I ate at the same restaurant the other day. Not at the same time, though. You know what sucks? When you're looking at ONTD and there are pictures of your hero seeing a movie and grabbing a cheeseburger with her adorable family and being all "Um, I just had a turkey burger there this afternoon and all I saw was a hot guy in a Red Sox hat being a douche to the waitress." That is essentially the essence of an FML moment. FML.

This blog entry needs some pointless eye candy. Here we go:


Seth Meyers leaving Letterman in January (Hi, Linda.)

Zachary Quinto


Paul Rudd

And, okay, why not? Jon Hamm and Tina Fey filming 30 Rock earlier this year.

Le sigh.

(PS. Will someone make me stop listening to the Pussycat Dolls? This can't be good for me. My brain is slowly atrophying and turning into mush, like in those Hulu commercials. But it's oh so catchy!)

An entry, oh my!

So, uh, that's me. The days of the red hair have finally come to a permanent end, and I couldn't be happier. So far, reactions to the new color have been overwhelmingly positive. By the numbers: "Your eyes pop!": 9, "You look so much more mature!": 5, "You look like Bella Swan!": 3, "You look like Katy Perry!": 1 (Thanks... Mom.)

I'm currently trying to lose 5 pounds, just for the heck of it. It's going well, and I haven't found myself craving sweets at all lately. (Knock on wood. )

In other news, I'm finally done with my first year of college! Crazy! Where does the time go?!

This is such an ADD entry, really. I could've turned it into a Recent Findings post, but I've found myself craving a little more substance lately (because really, when you think substantial, you think this blog.). So here are a few more random facts about my life as of late:

1. I have developed a certain fondness for rhinestoned Ed Hardy t-shirts. I am trying to convince myself that this is ironic.
2. This summer is going to be a good one, creatively speaking: improv classes at the Upright Citizens Brigade coupled with playing Marcy in Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead. The latter is really very exciting for me since this role involves onstage drunkenness, an offstage threesome, and more F-bombs than a Christian Bale rant. Aww... theatre.
3. In other news, I saw Jay Leno driving in Burbank today. He was in a superhero car. If I tell hackneyed Clinton jokes on sorta-late-night TV for fifteen years, can I have a cool car like that too?
4. I have recently developed a bad case of Face Tan. (God only knows how, I don't tan!) It's really annoying and makes me look like I just blended my foundation badly, but it's real! I wonder if putting that Jergens Natural Glow moisturizing self-tanner lotion on my neck would work, or whether I should just tough it out. I'm still baffled as to how I got this way. Maybe it was my recent five-hour beach trip...
5. This:

Genius.

Recent Findings

Song: "Because I'm Awesome" - The Dollyrots
Favorite season: Spring!
Brunch spot: Beverly Hills Hotel
Short film: Maestro (Think Pushing Daisies, only starring Seth Meyers. Scroll down on the link and watch it, dangit!)
Insanity: Swine flu
Current ailment: Ed Hardy flu (feels a lot like a hangover, only you wake up smelling overwhelmingly of cigarettes and Victoria's Secret Lovespell)
HIGH FIVE: Arlen Specter (now can we just seat Al Franken already?)
Accidental awesomeness: Double-renewing my Entertainment Weekly subscription (two more years!)
Novel: Dog Days by Ana Marie Cox (The Devil Wears Prada goes D.C.)
Favorite Twitterers: @anamariecox, @robhuebel, @michaelurie, @azizansari
DVD obsession: Human Giant
Annoyance: Pick Your Five notifications on Facebook
Philosophy: "There's nobody to blame but yourself" (but that's no fun)
Overused punctuation mark: Parentheses (you were thinking it too)

On to the weekend.

Let's go!

Human Giant: Let's Go (w/Patton Oswalt) - watch more funny videos

you can stand under my umbrella ella ella by ♔ COSMOPOLITICS featuring Tibi day dresses

It'll always be perfect, but we didn't get to live it.

My yesterday was completely hellacious. Long story short: drove all over town all day looking for an outfit for an event this week and found nothing; had my car scratched up by a churchgoing Lexus-driving idiot in Toluca Lake; etc. So in lieu of a real entry today (because I'm still looking for something to wear on this stupid red carpet), some lyrics from my current favorite songs:

Sleepwalker - The Wallflowers
Maybe I could be the one they adore
That could be my reputation
It's where I'm from that lets them think I'm a whore
I'm an educated virgin
Sleepwalker, don't be shy
Now don't open your eyes tonight
You'll be the one that defends my life

While I'm dead asleep dreamin'

Naturally - Middle Distance Runner
'Cause lovin' is not something that I find comes to me naturally
But sometimes lovin' is all I can do to keep myself together through the week

Elvis Ain't Dead - Scouting for Girls
But I wish it was me you chose
I wish it was me you chose
I wish it was me you chose
I wish it was me you chose
cause Elvis ain't dead
and you're coming back
cause Elvis ain't dead
and you're coming back

Being Agent 99.

All right. I think it's time for a new style post.

As some of you reading this blog may have garnered, I am an actor. Due to the slow nature of the business as of late, I recently returned to doing theatre in order to stay loose and creatively fulfilled (in addition to taking my normal acting classes, which are a challenge in and of themselves, but that's another story). My latest show, which closed two weeks ago today, was a production of Get Smart, an adaption of the classic 1960s TV show. It was a fantastic production on so many levels - great source material, a very talented cast, a fantastic director, etc. And one
of the elements that I enjoyed most about doing the show were my costumes.

For those of you unfamiliar with Get Smart (or for those of you who have only seen the funny but incomparable 2008 film), The show itself focused on the exploits of CONTROL's Agents 86, Maxwell Smart (played with spot-on comedic relish by the excellent Don Adams) and 99 (Barbara Feldon). For many, Agent 99 was perhaps the ultimate modern career woman of the 1960s, proving that women in high-ranking positions could be both beautiful and capable, and her wardrobe reflected this, consisting primarily of shift dresses and gorgeous skirt-blouse combos. (Since Feldon, a former model, was in fact taller than her costar Adams, 99 was never seen in heels.)

The 2008 movie adaption, which starred Steve Carell and Anne Hathaway as Max and 99, updated the show for its modern setting. The film's wardrobe showcased Hathaway's athletic figure with many a little black dress, while paying homage to the original show with an impressive array of sleek trenches and Chanel bags.

Our production, meanwhile, fell somewhere in the middle. While Feldon and Hathaway both embodied 99 as a leggy brunette, I'm a petite redhead. The director, Michael, did his best to combat the possible fallout from Mel Brooks enthusiasts by outfitting me in classy monochrome shifts (one of them authentically from the 60s - I wish I had decent pictures of it!) and black pumps. I'm a huge appreciator of the 60s and the style it brought, and recently, upon finding this dress during one of my shopping excursions, had to buy it:

Simple, yes. But I can't help thinking that 99 would approve.