What's an exhibit G?

OH C'MON!!! REALLY? WHAT'S AN EXHIBIT G? REALLY?

No one understands that, and that's OK.

I need you to stick around, we go pink in about 15 minutes.

I have been lacking in updates since I re-joined the world of working adults. Oh yes- I am back in the movie business. I am enjoying the 60 hour weeks, guilty waste of paper, cheap (I mean thrifty) producers, and the gaining of weight (mostly coke, cookies, and pepperoni and cheese on ritz).

Last night I fell asleep on the couch with my husby. I woke up covered in sweat, terribly cranky, and sore. When I moved to the bedroom the sweat didn't leave. I woke up this morning- my body moist, and my mind afresh with hands down the wildest dream I have ever had. I wish I could have immediately come and shared the dream with you, but I only had about 25 minutes before I had to catch my bus to work. So you will have to be satisfied with this list of highlights:

- My father seeing pictures on my cell phone taken at some wild and crazy girls night where me and my friends decided to take pictures of all of us in our slutty underwear.
-Being stuck in the dirtiest cheapest motel ever- overflowing with mice.
-Joel Blaine shoving a giant furry gross disgusting mouse in my face and rubbing it in and not stopping even when I screamed and cried with the most heartfelt painful tears
-The cops coming
-Finding a secret getaway into a crowded mall where a film festival was taking place
-Telling some guys who shall remain nameless that they were all arrogant jackass' who were untalented and many other four letter words. Then starting to punch them and being pulled away.

-Then I woke up.

I am not yet used to working again. My body aches, my head hurts, no amount of sleep is good enough, and I feel ten pounds heavier.

I do not know how some people do it.


P.S--> HP 7 into 2 movies- hells yes!

A step towards freedom...

BK opened the sliding glass door and the air that is now pouring into our living room is extremely refreshing. It may even be spring like. It is moist and cool and fresh and welcomed.

It makes me long for the summer. I cannot wait for the summer- for beaches and oceans and sun...

I do not know that I have ever looked forward to Summer with such enthusiasm and yet such hesitation. I desperately want Summer to be here and now. Yet I am still adjusting to adult thinking- where summer does not automatically equal vacation and freedom. There is always the possibility of walking into a stuffy office on a beautiful day and wanting to be anywhere but inside that office. There is also the chance for disappointment- for vacations you wish to join but cannot because work must come first. For friends at far off destinations you long to visit but cannot because your pockets are empty.

I do not know what Summer holds but I hope it holds at least one enjoyable weekend in a scenic location- preferably a beach.