books and libretti (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bookslibretti) wrote,@ 2008-02-13 16:17:00 |
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fascinating stuff, I'm sure
Three votes for the black, one for the gray . . . sorry, Justine. Once I tried them on this morning, my vote was for the black, too. I should probably take a picture at some point to let you guys know what I'm talking about, huh?
Anyway, my day was easier than expected. I went to bed at some incredibly ridiculous hour (that's not the easy part). When my alarm went off about two hours later, I looked out the window and it was absolutely pouring, and all the snow was slush, and I just couldn't face the walk to work. Soooo I e-mailed my boss and I'll be doing a longer day on Friday, which was the original plan anyway.
Then I went back to bed, got up a few hours later, got ready (this is a lengthy process involving much trying-on and making-faces-at), and came to class. This is the special effects makeup class, which is supposed to go to 5, but has always run to 5:15 or 5:30; I was thinking the timing would be perfect -- if I left there then, I'd get to Ben's at 6. Today, of course, class finished at 4. So now I'm at a kiosk killing an hour before I can head to Ben's (I didn't think you guys were that desperate to hear about my skirt choice).
The bad news is that I just wore my high heels without even bringing my boots. The good news is that it looks like the rain's almost over, and it is supposed to stop this evening . . . and I have 40 minutes left here. Aargh.
Edit: Oh hey I forgot -- I talked to Doug today, he's cool, we're cool, and it only remains for me to hassle him a little next time I see him.
He was Estragon, which I think is a weird casting choice (sure enough, he told me he'd always worked on Vladimir); he was kind of cryptic about how it went -- I'm just hoping no offstage drama went down -- but said closing night was good. Which is good.
I had e-mailed him before about the modeling thing -- there was one ad where the guy had a really interesting-sounding projects, but after e-mailing with him, it developed that some of the shots would be seminude (not explicit or full nude, but PG-13 still includes way more than I'm comfortable sharing with the world); I asked Doug's advice. This was mostly an excuse to get in touch, since his (frequently shared) opinion is that I should go get artistic full nudes done somewhere, so obviously I'm not really taking his advice into account.
I forwarded him my e-mails with the photographer guy, which were hilarious -- at one point this guy wrote, "you have a great face and figure, are quite lovely and an eyecatcher" and followed it up with the slightly more puzzling "you are an exceptionally beautiful all woman woman." Obviously dude was just trying to flatter me into doing what he wanted, but Doug got kind of miffed and called the guy sleazy. He probably is sleazy, but Doug's miffedness is both entertaining and baffling; next time we see each other, we're going to have to say something about jealousy, seeing other people, all that (aka, "if you want me to see other people, you are not allowed to be pissed off -- at me or them -- when I do").
Anyway, TL;DR, no, I am not going to be modeling in a bathing suit anytime soon, no matter what Doug thinks I should rock.
Anyway anyway, he doesn't really have plans this weekend, he thinks. His Monday should be free (this is good), and his Sundays usually are; since this is a three-day weekend, we might make it from Saturday night onward and have an extra day. I'm not holding my breath, but it'd be nice. We'll get in touch Friday, when he'll have a better idea of his schedule.
Even if I wind up not seeing him at all this weekend (which I don't think is going to happen), it's still nice to know he's cool with me. Last time I saw him was almost a month ago, and he was really pissed off (well, we both were) when he left then. After today's conversation, I think he expects us to just keep going on the way we are, pretty much no matter what, unless one of us moves or gets struck by lightning or love (about equally likely). It's nice to know there's that level of expectation from him, but at the same time, I don't want him to be too confident, thinking he can treat me like shit and, oh yeah, I'll call him next weekend just like always because that's just how we roll. That's why I need to bring it up -- albeit indirectly, casually, and definitely not right away -- next time I see him.
I am still killing time at a kiosk. La la la.
Three votes for the black, one for the gray . . . sorry, Justine. Once I tried them on this morning, my vote was for the black, too. I should probably take a picture at some point to let you guys know what I'm talking about, huh?
Anyway, my day was easier than expected. I went to bed at some incredibly ridiculous hour (that's not the easy part). When my alarm went off about two hours later, I looked out the window and it was absolutely pouring, and all the snow was slush, and I just couldn't face the walk to work. Soooo I e-mailed my boss and I'll be doing a longer day on Friday, which was the original plan anyway.
Then I went back to bed, got up a few hours later, got ready (this is a lengthy process involving much trying-on and making-faces-at), and came to class. This is the special effects makeup class, which is supposed to go to 5, but has always run to 5:15 or 5:30; I was thinking the timing would be perfect -- if I left there then, I'd get to Ben's at 6. Today, of course, class finished at 4. So now I'm at a kiosk killing an hour before I can head to Ben's (I didn't think you guys were that desperate to hear about my skirt choice).
The bad news is that I just wore my high heels without even bringing my boots. The good news is that it looks like the rain's almost over, and it is supposed to stop this evening . . . and I have 40 minutes left here. Aargh.
Edit: Oh hey I forgot -- I talked to Doug today, he's cool, we're cool, and it only remains for me to hassle him a little next time I see him.
He was Estragon, which I think is a weird casting choice (sure enough, he told me he'd always worked on Vladimir); he was kind of cryptic about how it went -- I'm just hoping no offstage drama went down -- but said closing night was good. Which is good.
I had e-mailed him before about the modeling thing -- there was one ad where the guy had a really interesting-sounding projects, but after e-mailing with him, it developed that some of the shots would be seminude (not explicit or full nude, but PG-13 still includes way more than I'm comfortable sharing with the world); I asked Doug's advice. This was mostly an excuse to get in touch, since his (frequently shared) opinion is that I should go get artistic full nudes done somewhere, so obviously I'm not really taking his advice into account.
I forwarded him my e-mails with the photographer guy, which were hilarious -- at one point this guy wrote, "you have a great face and figure, are quite lovely and an eyecatcher" and followed it up with the slightly more puzzling "you are an exceptionally beautiful all woman woman." Obviously dude was just trying to flatter me into doing what he wanted, but Doug got kind of miffed and called the guy sleazy. He probably is sleazy, but Doug's miffedness is both entertaining and baffling; next time we see each other, we're going to have to say something about jealousy, seeing other people, all that (aka, "if you want me to see other people, you are not allowed to be pissed off -- at me or them -- when I do").
Anyway, TL;DR, no, I am not going to be modeling in a bathing suit anytime soon, no matter what Doug thinks I should rock.
Anyway anyway, he doesn't really have plans this weekend, he thinks. His Monday should be free (this is good), and his Sundays usually are; since this is a three-day weekend, we might make it from Saturday night onward and have an extra day. I'm not holding my breath, but it'd be nice. We'll get in touch Friday, when he'll have a better idea of his schedule.
Even if I wind up not seeing him at all this weekend (which I don't think is going to happen), it's still nice to know he's cool with me. Last time I saw him was almost a month ago, and he was really pissed off (well, we both were) when he left then. After today's conversation, I think he expects us to just keep going on the way we are, pretty much no matter what, unless one of us moves or gets struck by lightning or love (about equally likely). It's nice to know there's that level of expectation from him, but at the same time, I don't want him to be too confident, thinking he can treat me like shit and, oh yeah, I'll call him next weekend just like always because that's just how we roll. That's why I need to bring it up -- albeit indirectly, casually, and definitely not right away -- next time I see him.
I am still killing time at a kiosk. La la la.
