Watch this.

Thanks to the great city of San Francisco, we have been blessed with a dramatic production taking place in some of the beautiful spots around the city. This little production is called Trauma, which aired its first episode on NBC. It is starting to look like for that 75% of San Francisco's actors are working on this show. My friend Mike :) is one of them, officially cast as a reoccurring character. Keep an eye out everybody, not only are the views of SF incredible, but you may get an eyeful of some coolness. Monday nights! NBC! Give it a gander!

Trauma IMDB

Finally!

My beautiful laptop is back.
If anyone is a Sex and The City viewer, like moi, then possibly you can relate to my situation. When Carrie's original laptop, with all of her work and history stored on it, died with that tiny bomb with a pissed off face on the screen, she wanted it to be fixed. A new laptop, although a kind gesture, did not help. My laptop (old, from 2005) has all of my history (post high school) on it. From letters from ex's, to pictures of random people I run into on the streets of San Francisco, and bookmarks of all of the designers I keep an eye on, my computer has everything I need. But, I thought this would be the last time I would be able to use it, seeing as it has broken down quite a few times before. So, I saved the most important things onto an external hard drive, and said a quite good bye to the rest, from pictures, to my music library, knowing that if there was something very important deleted, it would somehow find its way back to me.

I realized that saying goodbye to something doesn't mean you will never see it again. Maybe I was trying to finally be done with those memories, good, bad or indifferent, as to be able to move to the next chapter of life without having these weights holding me back. Maybe we all need to go through our memory and pluck out the important things, then let the rest fall behind.. Just a thought.

I know, blurry..
one of the images salvaged from the downfall of my laptop, a champagne toast to celebrate her graduation.

hi mom

she likes to stalk me.

"hi f*ckers."

I shouldn't censor myself because of the whole freedom of speech and the press, but I don't want to turn away too many readers who are into the whole "judge a blog by its title" mindset.
Here's the story about those f*ckers.
Once upon a time, there was an aspiring actor who had just began acting in independent films. Things were going well when she received an email from the director outlining the schedule for filming. Set was being put up in a city about one hour away from my city, and we were all to find our own transportation. Day for filming rolls around and she is on her way to set. She runs into the other lead, which is dandy, we catch up, get coffee and walk over to set. The director sees them and asks what they were doing there, they tell him that they were there per his instructions. He says the actors weren't to be on set today, they were only getting background shots.
Now these two fine actors are walking around, fairly annoyed about the events that have transpired, when they overhear a conversation from the crew. This conversation blasted every aspect of the misplaced actors, from their not being able to read an email, to being so divalicious that they expect people to jump at every whim of theirs. The actor then walked around the corner, smiled politely at the group of people who were just talking poorly about them, and she says, "Hi, Fuckers".
But on another note, filming is going very well, and Levi's keeps asking my agent for me, but we are all waiting for the right project. I love me some Levi's.

Hello old home

I suppose I need to move back to Los Angeles.

There is a show being shot in San Francisco, and about 90% of the San Francisco actors are getting work as extras on the set. My good friend Michael (shout out!) Cineceroz ( I'm spelling that incorrectly.) is shooting as a reoccurring extra, with potential of becoming a regular cast member.

Its raining in SF. I want to be in LA right about now.

Thanks for reading.

That is all.

I have no excuses

The premier of the film's trailer (of which the film I was in) came out last weekend at a fantastic night of San Francisco's finest, and a dark theater replaying the same 5 minute clip over and over, after which people would hoot, holler, and laugh because they remember the hilarious, uncomfortable, and tragically awkward events took place on set, although on the screen everything looked beautiful and professional. I cannot believe I was a part of this film, and please send positive vibes, as we are hoping to qualify for Sundance!!!