More Rain To Come

I avoided the rug rat this weekend. I left my boyfriend's house first thing in the morning on Saturday to go home, get ready and drive to a meeting I had that afternoon. But then, oddly, later that day I kinda missed them! I'll probably stay a bit longer (if my schedule allows it) next weekend. What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment. It was nice to take a weekend off, though. I think part of my annoyance is that I go and sit through his tennis lessons, which are terribly boring (they're also held in a sort of sketchy park, so I have to endure being hit on by homeless-looking or otherwise just nasty old men while my BF picks up tennis balls and joins in on the coaching session), and a total waste of my Saturday. So I think I'll just skip watching the lessons and use that time to study and do other things I need or want to do. I think if I do this, I won't be as annoyed with the kid.

I'm going to paint the fence around my house, and maybe even the house, too, once the rain stops and we have consistently sunny weather. My boyfriend offered his and his son's services, which I thought was very nice. He said we could have a painting party and have hot dogs (soy dogs for me) and paint all day.

Still working on his son's portrait. Can't get the nose right.

Everyone's probably already seen this, but I love it. The Onion wrote a very fitting tribute to the now deceased author, J.D. Salinger:

(the link: http://www.theonion.com/content/news/bunch_of_phonies_mourn_j_d)

Bunch Of Phonies Mourn J.D. Salinger

JANUARY 28, 2010 | ISSUE 46•04

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Salinger

CORNISH, NH—In this big dramatic production that didn't do anyone any good (and was pretty embarrassing, really, if you think about it), thousands upon thousands of phonies across the country mourned the death of author J.D. Salinger, who was 91 years old for crying out loud. "He had a real impact on the literary world and on millions of readers," said hot-shot English professor David Clarke, who is just like the rest of them, and even works at one of those crumby schools that rich people send their kids to so they don't have to look at them for four years. "There will never be another voice like his." Which is exactly the lousy kind of goddamn thing that people say, because really it could mean lots of things, or nothing at all even, and it's just a perfect example of why you should never tell anybody anything.

Rug Rats

My boyfriend took me and his six-year old son out to lunch yesterday. When the bill came, this is the conversation that went down.

BF's Son: "SBW, are you going to pay for our lunch?"

BF: "No son, I'm going to pay."

BF's Son: "Why doesn't she pay? You paid last time. She needs to pay!"

BF: "I invited you both out, so it's my treat."

BF's Son: "No, she should pay. Why don't you pay?"

Me: "Because I'm a broke student. If you want to go to McDonald's, I'll hook you up."

BF's Son: "Okay. I don't like anything on my burgers."

Me: "I know. You like your cheeseburgers plain, with nothing on it."

BF's Son: "Okay, but I still think you should pay. How much is this meal going to cost? Two hundred dollars?"

BF: "No. Like around thirty dollars."

BF's Son: "That still sounds like a lot. She should pay for that."

Me: "Dude, why do you care?"

BF's Son: "Because my dad needs to buy me a new PS2.

Me: "I thought you had one."

BF's Son: "Yeah, but a new one came out for HD."

BF: "You'll get your PS2. I've already put money away for it."

BF's Son: "She should still pay. And she should start driving us around, too."

This may sound like a cute little exchange, but this little rugrat gets on my last nerve. What a fucking spoiled brat. He thinks I'm going to take all his dad's precious money. The idea is so ridiculous, it's laughable. Let me just explain that my BF is very frugal... I could seriously be dating the guy who mows my lawn and probably be getting a lot more help/ spoiling. And that's okay, because I'm not with him for the money. I knew off the bat that ALL his money goes into his VERY spoiled kid, except for meals. And if he weren't dating me, he'd spend it on whomever, because he loves to go out to eat, and likes the company. So it's for him as much as it is for me. In fact, I don't give two shits about going out for dinner or lunch, honestly. In fact, I hate it because I have to spend that much more time at the gym. I wish we didn't go! I have a hard time controlling myself at restaurants and desperately want to lose the weight.

But my point is that the kid is spoiled. His teacher is always calling the house like every day because he doesn't listen and his behavior is just ridiculous. I'd honestly be embarrassed of him if I were his parents. No, strike that- they go to a nice school where all the other kids can keep it together, and his son is the only misbehaving kid and the only black kid, so I would be MORTIFIED. Their lack of shame shocks me. And yet they give him everything, let his bad behavior go unchecked and spend way too much money on him. He doesn't even appreciate it, let alone deserve it. Expects it. Throws a tantrum if he doesn't get it.

And the icing on the cake is that I've spent every free minute and hour this past week working on a painting/portrait of this kid for his birthday. Because he requested it after seeing the painting I made for his dad. He really put me on the spot and surprised me when he asked for it. I thought even asking me for a gift was slightly bad form, and I think his dad put him up to it (gee, I wonder where he gets his rude behavior) because he called me on the phone to do it. And for me to go out and buy the materials that are not cheap- especially on my budget, and for me to spend all my free time working on his gift all week, only to have him give me shit for his dad buying me a measly burrito, it was just too much. I can't stand this kid. I really don't even want to finish the painting. He doesn't deserve it. He already has way too much. More than I do, and more than any kid should. But a promise is a promise.

Yeah, if you can't guess, I'm not big on kids. Maybe now you'll stop asking me why I don't want any. They just get on my last fucking nerve. If this were a Disney movie, I'd be the bitchy step-mother or girlfriend urging the Dad to ship his brats off to military school.

Rainy Day

Not much to say, but just wanted to check in. I should tell you that there is no drama. A few weeks ago I alluded to some drama going down. I shouldn't have done that... I'm such a tease! My imagination sometimes gets the best of me. So please don't even ask what it was about, because I don't want to put that negative, paranoid energy out into the universe. Everything is fine, I think, but only time will tell for sure. Sorry to be cryptic, but in the future I won't hint about anything unless I actually have something to report. I understand it can be really annoying to hear such vagueness. Sorry!

It's raining cats and dogs here. I love the rain.

The BF went out of the country yesterday. His work flew him to a country that is facing a lot of strife and political turmoil. I'm very nervous for him, as his presence requires armed guards and no night travel while there. He's a very cautious man, though, so I think he'll be fine. He's staying at a nice hotel with good security and is taking proper precautions, so there's no need to really worry. He'll be back this Friday.

Watched the first half of Season One's "Flight of the Conchords." I didn't love it when it was on t.v. for some reason, but now I find it really funny.

Got $1 to last me 'til this weekend (when my check comes in). Luckily my tank is half full, so I can at least get around. I borrowed a lot of money from family members last year and have an aggressive repayment schedule to return their loans. It's probably too aggressive, but I'm already half-way to repaying everyone, so that makes it worth it.

RIP, Martin Luther King.

Artists

I read the Millionaire Woman Next Door (or some title like that) many years ago, and have kept it in the back of my mind. I've thought about adhering to its rules so that I can be a millionaire who also, uh... lives next door. Most millionaire women either inherit the money, marry into it, or start their own company. The first two options don't look very probable, so I thought about starting a movie production company, but I've found that a) the kind of movies I like to watch and make are the small indie films that don't make a lot of money, and b) producing a project is a very tedious job. People love to say they're a producer... it sounds so glamorous! But a producer is just a fancy title for Project Manager, and it's really a stressful, tedious, and boring job. I think it might be cool producing for large budget movies, because what I hate most about it is going around begging people for money or haggling for lower prices and favors. I really hate that. I hate begging from people- it's so demeaning. I either need to change my frame of mind in how I view the whole process, or I just need to stick to acting.

I started painting and sewing last year, and I found that the feeling of accomplishment when I've completed a painting or a pair of pants is very similar to the feeling of wrapping a movie. Just on a smaller scale. But at the end of a sewing project, I'm only out $50 and not $15,000 or whatever. So I kinda like that. But I feel like I'm kind of settling.

I don't want to be a nurse but I feel like I need to figure something out- something stable. I'd prefer to keep acting, but as I get older and out of ingenue territory (where the bulk of the work is), it gets scarier. It's not impossible to find work when you're older... there's still the possibility of booking a t.v. series. But I feel like I need a back-up plan. I guess that's what subbing is for. But that leaves the summers open... I cringe at the idea of being a fifty year old waitress. My poor arthritic hands!

Just thinking out loud here. I think I'll give this acting thing one more year, and then settle on a back-up plan. I pick up my headshots on Friday.

Bobby!

Sorry for my silence. I got back last week, but things have been a little crazy. There's some serious drama going down, but I can't really get into that. I just have some suspicions about something, but I also have doubts, and I don't want to put anything out there in the universe until I have more information... how annoyingly cryptic, but that's the deal.

I took the train up to the valley yesterday and brought my headshots to my reproducer. My friend picked me up afterwards and dropped me back off at the train station, but first we grabbed a drink at a popular watering hole. On our way out, by the valet, my friend went up to this guy and asked if she could bum a cigarette. He turned around and it was Bobby Brown! He looked really good, and told us that he was trying to bum one himself. He seemed open to further conversation, but we were kinda shocked and weren't sure we wanted to go party with him... his lane is a tad too fast... so why lead him on? We said good-bye, got into my friend's hybrid, and he got something out of his flashy silver sports car. My friend and I actually see (sometimes talk to) a good number of celebrities when we're out together... she's my fun going out friend. It rarely happens when I'm with other friends, but we have magic together. She's very outgoing and I'm pretty open, so that's a good combination, I think.