Just realized Set Crush was revealed on April Fool's Day. Am I an April Fool? Hmm. Bridget would agree, there is room to doubt. Let's think about it daily for the next 3 months and go back and forth between decisions, never accomplishing anything.
In other news, freedom of not weighing in gave me the confidence to fully eat my feelings today! Hooray! Thank you, Disney commissary, for having Haagen Daz mini-cups of one of my favorite flavors - Caramel Cone. I mean, had they been quarts, I would have eaten that too, but mini-cups...that hit the spot. Will stop eating my hair now.
I think Bridget says it best: "At times like this, continuing with one's life seems impossible, and eating the entire contents of one's fridge seems inevitable."
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Bridget on the "Set Crush"
Weight: x+17. Thanks to bringing Porto's Pastries to the office Monday to welcome new neighbors I had never met. Mistake. They didn't show up, and with the help of the whopping TWO office-mates, we pretty much ate for TEN.
I've already talked a little about my experiences on the set of "X TV Show." My official role on the set was the often overlooked role of "Head of Guest Services" as well as "Chief Twitterer." In other words, I had no real responsibility. Which left me PLENTY of time to chat with everyone, learn all 147 people's names, remember who had a twin sister, who won last year's fantasy football league, who likes white mochas vs. vanilla lattes, learn a new game that you can NOT be me at, research who was the prankster putting sandbags in someone's bag, break up a fight, and in all other ways "be social."
Amid all of this "being social," I discovered a bit of male attention which is quite unusual for little me who barely interacts with humans. Apparently, there's something called a "set crush," and on the last day on set, I was told point blank I was the subject of one. I might be glorifying it a tad by comparing it to the "just a girl, standing in front of a boy" scene in Notting Hill. Or better yet, the end of the dinner scene "I like you, just the way you are" in BJD. But still, when was the last time that someone simply said "I like you?" At our age, it's more like "if you ask me how I feel, I'll make a joke out of it to protect myself."
So, I ask you, universe, how is that fair? Now I'm back in LA, and I'm sure the next male attraction I receive will be from a dog trying to mount my pup. (She's quite popular at the dog park.)
I've already talked a little about my experiences on the set of "X TV Show." My official role on the set was the often overlooked role of "Head of Guest Services" as well as "Chief Twitterer." In other words, I had no real responsibility. Which left me PLENTY of time to chat with everyone, learn all 147 people's names, remember who had a twin sister, who won last year's fantasy football league, who likes white mochas vs. vanilla lattes, learn a new game that you can NOT be me at, research who was the prankster putting sandbags in someone's bag, break up a fight, and in all other ways "be social."
Amid all of this "being social," I discovered a bit of male attention which is quite unusual for little me who barely interacts with humans. Apparently, there's something called a "set crush," and on the last day on set, I was told point blank I was the subject of one. I might be glorifying it a tad by comparing it to the "just a girl, standing in front of a boy" scene in Notting Hill. Or better yet, the end of the dinner scene "I like you, just the way you are" in BJD. But still, when was the last time that someone simply said "I like you?" At our age, it's more like "if you ask me how I feel, I'll make a joke out of it to protect myself."
So, I ask you, universe, how is that fair? Now I'm back in LA, and I'm sure the next male attraction I receive will be from a dog trying to mount my pup. (She's quite popular at the dog park.)
Monday, April 4, 2011
Bridget on Saying Goodbye
Weight: x+16 = still considering it an accomplishment not to have gained more....
So, I survived until April! Hooray! But I had no idea how much I was going to miss all of the folks who've been with me for the last month that I term "hell-month."
We wrapped our shoot on Friday around 10pm. I struggled for a good half-hour, thinking up things I needed to do that were NOT "pack my bag and leave." I didn't want to go! It was 10pm on a Friday night, and I did not for the life of me want to get into my car and drive away from work. I missed everyone before I even left. I missed long hours, I missed unhealthy food (and sometimes uncooked food). I just missed it all. Every day since 1/14/11, what I've really missed most is sleep. But since 4/1/11, all I've missed is the 147 people who made my experience so fulfilling.
In summary, I kind of want to move back to Georgia. But only kind of. This too shall pass.
So, I survived until April! Hooray! But I had no idea how much I was going to miss all of the folks who've been with me for the last month that I term "hell-month."
We wrapped our shoot on Friday around 10pm. I struggled for a good half-hour, thinking up things I needed to do that were NOT "pack my bag and leave." I didn't want to go! It was 10pm on a Friday night, and I did not for the life of me want to get into my car and drive away from work. I missed everyone before I even left. I missed long hours, I missed unhealthy food (and sometimes uncooked food). I just missed it all. Every day since 1/14/11, what I've really missed most is sleep. But since 4/1/11, all I've missed is the 147 people who made my experience so fulfilling.
In summary, I kind of want to move back to Georgia. But only kind of. This too shall pass.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Weight: x+16, which is actually quite impressive since I've been around the Craft Services table far too much.
An interesting thing has happened. I had my first crush in a LOOOONG time. It lasted almost a whole two days before I realized that the subject of my crush was exactly like all of the other crushes I've ever had in my life that led to exactly the same problem: the guy's secretly kind of a jerk.
Apparently, I have a type. What I call "blond as babies" coloring, not overly muscular, well-spoken, professional, educated, and someone I can banter with. Then, without fail, the combo leads to being a bit of a jerk.
Exhibit A: within a few hours of conversation, having realized crush was semi-interested as well, I discovered he was a writer who wanted to talk about studying abroad in London in front of people who didn't have passports while talking about buying the new iPad 2. What seals the deal is that he also wore running shoes that can track your heart-rate, etc, but he doesn't run. Turn off...
So is this the sad truth: do I only like jerks?
An interesting thing has happened. I had my first crush in a LOOOONG time. It lasted almost a whole two days before I realized that the subject of my crush was exactly like all of the other crushes I've ever had in my life that led to exactly the same problem: the guy's secretly kind of a jerk.
Apparently, I have a type. What I call "blond as babies" coloring, not overly muscular, well-spoken, professional, educated, and someone I can banter with. Then, without fail, the combo leads to being a bit of a jerk.
Exhibit A: within a few hours of conversation, having realized crush was semi-interested as well, I discovered he was a writer who wanted to talk about studying abroad in London in front of people who didn't have passports while talking about buying the new iPad 2. What seals the deal is that he also wore running shoes that can track your heart-rate, etc, but he doesn't run. Turn off...
So is this the sad truth: do I only like jerks?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Drunken Thoughts: Volume One
*New series of posts....in which I label thoughts that I think are vaguely interesting "drunken" when I was, in fact, actually stone cold sober (as, sadly, always am stone cold sober). The term "drunken" is being applied should you think it's far too trivial that I write these down while being sober. Or should you think I'm a sick perverted b@$#@&d.
While hating someone, I realized that it's silly to hate the people around me who are, for the most part, not Hitlers. I should instead hate people that I don't even know. Or better still, not hate anyone I know because it's not worth the energy. Sure, the people around me that I intensely dislike and would like to perhaps stab with my high heels do deserve those feelings. But how much more does a terrorist that I've never met deserve it? I should really save that kind of punishment for them. And since I will probably never meet them, I should probably just forget about hating people and/or stabbing anyone with my high heels. Let's see how long this lasts. I'm wagering 2 weeks max.
While hating someone, I realized that it's silly to hate the people around me who are, for the most part, not Hitlers. I should instead hate people that I don't even know. Or better still, not hate anyone I know because it's not worth the energy. Sure, the people around me that I intensely dislike and would like to perhaps stab with my high heels do deserve those feelings. But how much more does a terrorist that I've never met deserve it? I should really save that kind of punishment for them. And since I will probably never meet them, I should probably just forget about hating people and/or stabbing anyone with my high heels. Let's see how long this lasts. I'm wagering 2 weeks max.
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