tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76843102011-04-21T13:23:30.787-07:00NYU grad. talks about New York and the life she maintains there. National news, book reviews, interesting local stores, people, and art exhibits are included in the postings.writeaboutfilmshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03246557971119804372noreply@blogger.comBlogger1821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684310.post-1155881186456507632006-08-17T22:37:00.000-07:002006-10-23T06:42:33.566-07:00

For the second time since I indirectly feel into the freelance film and television crew, I ventured up to the Valley to joined game night. After three hours of staring at my computer, waiting for words to pour brillantly into HTML formated text, my longest standing friend and most frequent partner in crime came to pick me up at my house. MD recently severed the tie with her boyfriend of almost

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I have no words to explain how losing a person that you know at a young age feels. Nick Papac is the third person to touch my life and to be lost before he had the chance to age gracefully. Not a true friend, but more of a set buddy. Nick worked as the assistant armoror on Next with me. The last time I saw him was just over a month ago, a few days before he left to go to Arizonia. His dad worked

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After losing our template four days ago and having to rebuild the site from scratch, The Daily Reel is open to the public. I wrote some of the descriptions for the top ten and I found one of the "need to watch" videos on the web. Alex, the managing editor, and Joe, our designer, have been working around the clock so we could go "live" while I have been sketching out our myspace page. The myspace

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Still shaky after nine hours of being strapped to my computer screen, I step out of the elevator and start walking toward the parking garage of my building. Digging through my shoulder bag, I open the swinging glass doors with my hips while trying to find my car keys. After two days in the office, monotony ensues. The walk to the car is already routine and I didn't even need to look where I was

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I was doing research for the Daily Reel, when I came across this article. Inspirational really. Read about the people have made such and amazing contribution to the online society! And maybe find a few hidden jems the internet has to offer.

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how to feel like a "B" list celeb for just one day...Thai Massageleave your shoes at the door and be ready to take off your skivies. I visited this quaint thai massage place in Glendale this weekend and walked away with a refreshed twinkle in my eye. No there was no happy ending nor was there a beefy man placing his hands ever so gently on my torn muscles. This hidden treasure offers no gimmic or

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Rest assured, I am no longer unemployed. The fine folks at The Daily Reel, a online magazine that writes about on the online short filmmaker, have agreed to take me under their wing as the new editorial assistant. After a year of working on set, I may actually have chance to put my journalism degree to use. Well maybe not... I have a feeling I am going to be watching alot of short films and

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Though still content with my lack of employment, I do need money eventually. With this in mind, I have started to job searching process. First I thought, well maybe I should get a job waitressing or bartending. It's something I have tons of experience doing and it would give me enough time to continue to live the life of the prosperous. I'd still be able to surf, see friends, and keep up on my

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This morning I dragged myself out of my hot sticky sleep into the stale humid car and arrived at Venice beach before 9am (a nearly impossible feet for the unemployed). There I met my friend BG. A fellow New Yorker, I instantly bonded with her at a music cafe on Cuenga a few weeks ago. She moved to LA (which I refer to as lala land) a month before I did and she lived near my college in the area I

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For many, unemployment is a time of panic and uncertainty. Pouring painfully over job websites, sitting impatiently next to the phone, the unemployed are ready to drop everything to attend a spur of the moment interview. Not this girl. In my case, unemployment is a rollercoaster of self-amusement. I started my epic by watching three straight days of television. My daily routine consisted of

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After two weeks in the water, I met my match with Big Blue.Balanced on my belly, pulling up my sagging bikini bottoms, I saw it rolling in from behind. The ominous dark blue water slowly lifted out of the ocean and formed a beautifully even curl. It was almost as if an invisible ice cream scooper cut into the ocean to serve it in rations. Some surfers braved the wave while others fell behind and

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Last night was the Next wrap party. In the usual wrap party fashion, I put on a flowing little number and made an effort to look elegant for just one evening. When a job is over, it is strange to think that you may never see these people again. As you wonder about the room drink in hand, you meet wifes and husbands and see small glimpses into the alternate lives that your co-workers lead... just

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As all hobbies start, it was about a boy. I met this wonderful guy who happened to have a passion for surfing and more importantly multiple surfboards. About two months ago, I picked up an advanced short board and paddled my way into the ocean. I learned how to dive through waves, paddle till my arms fall off, rock a rashguard, and not get myself killed by other surfers; the lay of that land as I

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I don't know what stops anyone from holding interest in one person. Yesterday...after many months of working long days, I was home watching television. I found myself hypnotized by a French film from the early 60's. Jim and Jules, I think it was called. It was about these two best friends who fall in love with the same woman. One marries her and they are both called to war on opposite sides.

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I stand, arms tired of holding still for so long. The camera points down on me and I feel the burning of the lense on my skin. Lee Tamahori stands behind me "again, again, now shoot." he says. Dresses in a white linen suit, I aim, fire, and blood and dust explodes back onto me. I have never shot a gun before nor have I been on camera. I tried to keep my cool. A facade for my co-workers. It's no

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Happy fourth of july. I am sitting on the couch watching Oh Brother Where Art Thou and drinking iced coffee. Not to bad... I feel like I should be out at a cook out or doing something thrilling like drinking beer until I can't stand up. But I don't really feel like doing either those things. I think all of my roomates are at work. I remember at least one of them saying they had to work today...

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Just read in the newspaper yesterday that Jericho, a CBS pilot that I worked on, got picked up. I think that Jericho was my fourth pilot and the first to be aired and picked up for at least part of a season. We'll see what happens with it... but I'll alway be able to say I was there for the beginning. From the article found in the LA times, it look like most prime time stations are trying to

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After three days in the sleepy center of Lake Piru, we traveled the extra 10 miles up to Fillmore. The distant town is more like a small mountain city. Quaint in its façade, with small shops in its sprawling town center. Like Lake Piru, the energy of the people and the place is lethargic. It seems like being in a rush to go anywhere or do anything just isn’t a plausible option.I spent some time

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Stay, play, and work. No clocks, nothing but time wasted. As the hours pass, the same stale lighting hovers over the clanks, bells and whistles. A cloud of smoke lingers and the stale scent sticks to my shirt, my breath, my hair. This week we shot in casino Morongo in Cabazon, CA. It is an Indian reservation turned casino. As you drive east into the desert, the casino looks like an oasis of

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...at least for the next 6 months. I have now been in the City of Angels for for 5 days. I have sat in traffic. Eatten sunday afternoon waffles at The Griddle. Went out for Taco Tuesdays at Shakey's in Manhattan beach. I have also gotten lost on foot and in the car. I am mildly stubborn and continue to walk to the stores and coffee shops near where I am staying. Most LA natives would drive the

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Oops... Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Did I do that? Grawgy in the early morning hours I drive into the sun and turn onto 66. Three lanes of traffic fly rapidly in my direction and I can only turn... no where. A break in the curb and I pull over wedging myself on the sidewalk with my right wheels still on the highway. That left a bit of a mark...

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Arizona's tallest peak Originally uploaded by feliciawill. This mountian can be seen from over 50 miles in any direction. It is is northern Arizona near Flagstaff, but as you drive toward it, it never seems distant just more and more overpowering

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Arizonia rt 180 Originally uploaded by feliciawill.

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Grand Canyon Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Grand Canyon Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Grand Canyon Originally uploaded by feliciawill.

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Feeding Ostriches Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Vicious birds that seems misplaced in the desert of New Mexico. At a petrified wood store, these birds were cooped up and feed by tourist.

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Scenes from route 66 Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Scenes from route 66 Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Scenes from route 66 Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Scenes from route 66 Originally uploaded by feliciawill. Scenes from route 66 Originally uploaded by feliciawill.

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Driving west into the daylight Originally uploaded by feliciawill. And running from the full moon in the rear view window. In the middle of America if you drive straight west you find that the sun doesn't set but the moon slowly rises behind you.

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Texas Sunset Originally uploaded by feliciawill.

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ON THE ROAD FOR THE NEXT 6 DAYS!Hitting the new route 66! Soon to come: Pictures and notes from the Middlelands and beyond

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Painting and packing... I'm covered in blotches of white. My hair, my hands, my legs. I knew I was leaving but it is never as real as a freshly coated white walls. My winter clothes sit in trash bags waiting to be sent to storage. Piles of books and papers wait to be sorted.My going away party is tonight and I'm making progress but still dragging my feet. I don't know if I will ever be completely

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Look at the pic that fun_woman took of me on set of Pride and Glory. It was about 15 degrees but felt like the artic. We were working on a big football scene out in Coney Island in the dead of night. I think when this picture was taken I trying to distract the background from the but-knumbing cold while the camera changed positions.

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I noticed that Visa Mastercard has updated there old marketing campaign. A costumization of sorts. The old commercials were heartwarming, quirky, or mundane like life. But now they visually challenge you to fill in you own blanks. Here is my most recent and memorable Designer bathing suit: $140Spa towel: $20Subway downtown: $2Hanging out in a tavern of brutal heat and getting slapped with

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Just over a month ago, my dream team of New York PA's was reunited to work on Guerilla. Casually the paperwork PA, who I had known through stories of the summer on the Deperted, said that I should come out to LA and work on this job that she had coming up. With no reason to be anywhere as long as I am employed, I said that I'd love to send my info and have her put in a word for me. Weeks past

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"Khsht... If your lucky (forced heavy breaths mixed with static)... you are only a plane ride away."Sitting in the corner with my walkie clenched against my chest, I could hear screams and laughter coming from the jail cell. Footsteps become louder and louder. My heart races as my body fights to be still. "I know you are in here." The voice taunts me.I hear his every breath tingling down my spine

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Fact: I may be taller than Chris Bridges, aka Ludacris.The past few days I have been owrking with Chris on SVU and i am pleasantly surprised by how professional and talented he is. Not exactly a devoted fan, I have heard most of Chris's music out at clubs or on the radio. Lyrically, Ludacris consistantly produces solid and memorable work. And I would argue the same about his newly formulated

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The snow started falling in a slow blacket just before dark. Recovering from a long work week, I was justing getting out and about when it started. I went grocery shopping and for a quick jog. By the time I went out for the night, a few inches had piled up and soles of my cowboys boots would slide across patches of packed powder. My friend, well mentor really, was spinning at a club on the lower

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The first time I saw a "celebrity" (one of the few to make it big in the media), I fell on my face. As a freshman in college, I was on my way to a History of the Universe midterm when I did a double take of Mark Wahlberg sauntering up Third Ave. Stuck in a slow-motion stare, I missed the curb and fell to the ground. My binder, books, and papers flew up into the morning creating chaos on ninth

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Celebs, mainly actors, are my co-workers. They as people have needs, schedules, and deadlines just like any other work environment. In my world, the corner cubicle is traded for a Haddad's trailor. Those who are really "successful" rarely have a chance to breath the air of "normalcy" or have a life not scripted for them. I work close to 70 hours a week and I work "on set" in old warehouses and

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I hate working out... but I love being thin. But not in the way most women like being thin, to fit into cloths or to compete with the outrages expectations set be movie stars and magazine models. I love the way my body works and how you can see each muscle pulse as you glide down the street. I like to feel that I am not gorging myself with to much food or starving myself either. And in order to

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Brokeback' Sparks Interest in Wyo. (By JENNIFER BYRD Associated Press Writer)CHEYENNE, Wyo. (AP) -- Fans of "Brokeback Mountain" don't seem to care the movie was actually filmed in Canada.They want the Wyoming experience.The Wyoming Business Council's travel and tourism department has received hundreds of calls asking about scenery in the movie, which is based on Pulitzer Prize-winner Annie

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Self portrait Originally uploaded by feliciawill. I can't figure out how to put this in my profile. Does any one know how?

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After spending the better part of my day plastered to my couch watching decade old movies on TBS, I resolved to stay home and watch the SAG awards. Mariska was up for an award and I heard Chris was presenting, so I decided that I might as well see who the actors chose as their best this year. I'm not big on watching award shows, partially because I very rarely get the chance to watch tv. My

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I hopped into the crew van this morning and the rain was so dense you could see out the window. I was tired. Like, I have just worked the past seven days in a row and my bed is jealously implying that I am having affair with another, tired. So naturally I feel asleep.I crawled out of the white fifteen passenger van some where in upstate New York and water was already finding it’s way up my coat

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This weekend I found myself honored to be one of the few to work inside of the UN. My job when I first arrived at 5 in the morning was to securely check in background actors and make sure they were who they said they were and had clearance into the UN. As the line formed half way down the block, I repeated yelled for every one to take out their photo ID and SAG cards for identification. Going

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Some time this fall, I had the pleasure of working with OAR and their whole crew. I was working on a tv show called the Bedford Diaries, which the rock band made a guest appearance on. The series was supposed to start airing in January but I haven't seen any ads for it nor have I heard any buzz about Bedford making it into the mid-season line up. I remember how cool the boys were, just regular

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I think that I, Mrs. White killed the man in the Ballroom with the Candlestick. "Damn you" my roommate bellows in a theatrical expression and a loud echoing voice. "I knew it. I knew it. I knew it." She slides her cards onto the table and start shuffling for another round. "Well you did have all of the weapons,” I say to her as if to justify my win. " She balances a cigarette between her lips.

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Billy G is sound asleep on my futon couch. Feet cold as they poke out of my white cotton blanket in my drafty space. "Billy" I scream from the other room. "Biil''lll'yy" I wildly taunt him, making noises and flashing the lights. No response. No Movement. Not even a flinch. A long time friend, who once posed as my husband in high school sex ed., Billy G called me early this afternoon. We grabbed a

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I was at March of the Penguins early last Fall when I saw the first preview. Philip Seymour Hoffman was not an actor who I liked or disliked but I respect him as a good character actor with a range of acting talents. The cinematography looked and the editing of the preview was suspenseful yet gripping. I was determined to see it opening day.Well I never got to the theatre opening day nor did I

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In Cold Blood inspired me as a writer, as a preservationist of the truth. I remember the first time I read a book by Truman Capote. I was a junior in college taking a class that seemed like a reformatted version of a several classes that I had already taken. The teacher was charismatic though not exceptionally different from my other college professor. The topic of media and society had been

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While trying to recover form the cold that never ends... about a month I believe is the current tally. The symptoms always changing and morphing into something new. I heard a buzz from the other room. I picked up my phone to find a text message from one of my fav. production pals. Fish is a stand up guy who knows how to take care of his peers and keep the atmosphere light when working conditions

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Nine squares, nine columns, and nine rows. The numbers one through nine drive me wild as I sit and stare at each square puzzle. I picked up a book of New York Post su duko. For any one who is unfamiliar with the game, it is a "crossword without words". And I can't put it down. Every free moment, I find myself digging through my over sized purse to find my slim, traffic tattered book. I

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This year I rung in the new year in the French Quarter of New Orleans with a guy I barely knew. Why... is a long story. But I had fun. I rode a machinical bull, drank in public while walking the cowded streets of the city, and rang in the New Year at Pat O'Briens. At 12: 03 I was being kissed on the cheek by french men and sharing the moment with people of all ages, people who had suffered and

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This afternoon, I flew down to New Orleans to meet up with a friend of mine who is moving. I offered help keep her company on the three day drive from the state of LA to the city known as L.A. Miche is what I more often than not call this friend of mine, partly because any name that can be condensed to one syllable works best for me. Maybe its the business I work for where I mostly refer to my

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After driving back from New Hampshire last night, having dinner with the fam, and shlubbing all of my post holiday baggage back into the city, I had just about 14 hours to repack and head to the airport to make my flight to New Orleans.But some where in there, I found it immensely important to walk in the rain to the Met to see the Van Gogh exhibit. I have not only been anticipating in my dreams

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I spent this holiday season in rural New Hampshire with my family. The day after Christmas my sister and her boyfriend met up with my immediate family and my grandparents house. They pulled up in her boyfriend's new truck and out of the back seat hoped out her 95 pound moose dog. My sister calls her Lily or lily bean and I decided this mut has no personality traits that warrant the name Lily so I

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I've never been able to sit through all of Lord of the Rings. I may have seen the first one in a condensed television version. But most people who know me know that I can't sit still for more than a half an hour unless I am sleeping. I can't play Monopoly and I don't have the attention span for epics. Sorry Peter Jackson, I think your work is brilliant and your use of CAG to create emotional and

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Yesterday, for the first time. I was in a film not per chance but with an actual purpose. After working with actors for the past few months, I have come to realize that I do on occasion slip into a scene, usually not noticing. This is partially because I need to be close to the actors between cuts and sometimes the frame changes leaving room for one to slip in unexpectedly. And that one person,

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While typing up an email or two, I realized that I may have lost my touch. My passion for writting is as strong as ever but the last thing I applied it to was Lukas Haas's lunch order. For the past year I have been working in film and television. I did get the job at Law and Order. I worked there for three months before getting a job a show for the Style network called the Look for Less with

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I just went in and meet with some of the production staff at Law and Order (The Mother ship). Everyone there was surprisingly lax. In part, because the show is run so well but mostly because they are genuine and good people. As I sat on the green valor sofa in the hallway, people stopped to say hello and smiled as they walked by. There was no akward silence. I could hear a small gathing of people

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I need to go to the gym, the bank, and to my old college campus and it is to cold to move. Two windows in my apartment feel off their tracks and my land lord just had surgery. Which mean, no matter how many complaints I make, it is not his top priority. Which is understandable, but I am gosh darn freezing up here. I just got back inside from walking the puppy dog. I wish they made hot tea for

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As of late, I have formed a small obsession with photography. Therefore, my writing has fallen a tid bit behind. I will be back to my writing as soon as my one tracked mind allows me to think in some other art form than angles, textures, and colors. Till then check out my buzznet acount to see all of my confessions.

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I am a guilty member of popular culture this year. Why? because most American adults and rich kids.... I wanted and received an ipod for Christmas. And I must say I am in love. My silver mini fits in my back pocket and looks so sleak and futuristic that I am afraid to touch it. Silver wasn't my first choice of colors but I think it is the most vesitile. It matches every thing and looks classier

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By far the funniest musical ever!! But with that I must make you aware that the content is incredibly racy. Case in point: one of the many hilarious song is called Every One's a Little Bit Racist. Upon hearing the song, I realize is a societal truth that is always on the surface but never openly discussed. That was part of the wonder of this play. It took parts of New York life that seem obvious,

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For nine month, I worked as an intern to the publisher of Heeb, an up and coming Jewish magazine. I being the only non-Jew often felt left out/ out of place but I was able to carry major responsibility. I was basically the assistant to the pub/editor and we worked out of his place on campus. Today, I walk into Tower Video and on the mag shelf I see Heeb with the Beastie Boys on the cover. Since

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You grow up wanting everything in life: a dog a car, a job you enjoy, a family, love, and appreciation. Then when you have past the years of puppy love and teenage angst, you realize that you can’t have things the way you plan. And you may not get them at all. With two weeks before I graduate college, I took one last chance at irresponsibility and spent my savings on a cruise. So close to the end

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Graduation count down.... 13 days till completion!!!

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"Old man" Wisnia turns 22 as of 12 midnight. Happy Birthday friend! I hope that you have a great time. Watch out for that hip though. I don't know if I am cunning enough to convince the nurse that I am married to one of your friends and your sister... again. Sorry I'm missing the fiesta. Sing a song and think of me.

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This morning I started the endless list of things “TO DO” with my usual cup 'o coffee. I had the puppy in tow (My roommates Chihuahua mix names Mr.Vegas). He was wearing his red hooded sweatshirt and getting far more attention than I ever could at this hour of the morning. But, I didn’t care. I overslept and was still hung over from the night before. After fueling up with a cup of jet-engine

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Hungry? Originally uploaded by feliciawill.

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I was sitting at the intern cube wrapping some DVD's for some actor, when I hear a voice. Thinking it was ang from one of the other offices, I wanted to say hi. I stand up and right in front of me, way to close to my personal space and clearly invading hers, is Christina Ricci. Umm.. what... and the... ricci... #%$%. I sit back down. I feel like such a jerk. Not that I normally care where she is

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With a revival of sorts, my obsession with constant posts, I have decided to give my site a face lift. I wouldn't call it new and improved. Maybe just a little more colorful. I probually won't be posting till I return from vaca. But, there is plenty from the past couple of days to keep ya'll entertained.

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"Sorry. I dropped the phone. It was either my phone or my pants and I chose the phone. " I was talking to Nick, my friend in the Navy who a month ago I decided to go on a cruise with. His parents invited me to go with 31 other people in their family to chum around with Nick and keep him company. I have known Nick for almost 8 years, which makes him one of my oldest friends. Every time he is home

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A lighting set up fell on my shoulder. I was sent home from work (as in my actually job at the coffee shop) because I looked tired and stressed out. That same shoulder pulled away from the socket as I carried boxes of Capri Sun to set the following day. But, I loved every moment of exhaustion and pain that tireless weekend. The rest of the shot went rather smoothly. Exhaustion was a prevailing

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Matt called Rob’s work and found out that Rob had recently been taken off medication for seizures. This little bit of information helped me breath again. I didn’t know what had caused it. But from what I had seen and heard, there was no logical explanation or trigger for such a violent attack. 11:55 AM - As the ambulance pulled into the back entrance of Brooklyn Hospital, Rob was awake though

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"Ok the next shot needs sound." I was talking to the "bitches" about girly things. I’m sure it had something to do with make up or boys. I heard the clang of metal. It wasn’t loud. It sounded like the hollow clicking of a radiator when the heat kicks on. When I looked behind me, I saw a small crowd forming. 11: 40 am - Rob’s eyes were frozen on mine. With the dolly track resting on his neck,

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7:00 am -Breakfast that day consisted of Entimen’s donut holes and mini muffins, juice and coffee. It was as ghetto fabulous as breakfast comes. Or at least it would have been, if we didn’t get a hold of Libby and ask her to pick up a box o’ Joe and some bagels. Libby arrived on set with the rest of breakfast and our talent (a.k.a. actors). 8:00 am and still no Jamison. He had called during

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I was recommended for the job of production manager/coordinator by a "friend" Jamison. I met him a year prior on a shot that was the greatest disaster that I had ever seen, production wise and post. After I burnt my arm on a walk in oven, sent home the AD, lost my craft services girl, bitched out the director's mother, and filled in for the jobs of hair and makeup, art direction, continuity, and

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Two Latin-looking men were lounging in the middle of the vacant space. One had flung himself over a blue velvet chair and the other was duct taping a prop that he had in his hands. "It’s a gas pump." In fact, the dark, tall man with long half dreaded hair and a warm accepting smile was making a "gas pump" out of a paper towel role, scraps of cardboard, a wire hanger, and duct tape. "What is that

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As an artist in a sorority girls world, I have few friends who don’t "conform" to modern fashion. I myself don’t care if I look in as long as I look attractive or at least feel like I do. But, in my plain Jane jeans and black T-shirt I looked like any other bored "New Yorker." I looked so normal, so classically boring in plain, that I felt as though I didn’t belong. (song)"One of these things

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...not to get into a car with strangers. As I darted across the three lane street avenue and hopped into the car, I wondered how and why I got myself into this. On the corner of second Ave and 11th street, I slammed the door of the white Chevy blazer with Texas plates. Matt, the director had a caring, enthusiastic voice. He turned around to see me, face pressed against the window, being

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Couldn't be a flapper w/o the legs Originally uploaded by feliciawill.

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I tried. I really did try to post every day. Yet there isn't a single post since I decided to accomplish this feet. I guess that is what happens when you intern 20 hrs a week, work a part-time job, and go to class full-time. There have been interesting development in my life and I am learning as I go along. Graduating is a scary thing. In just over a month, I will be a NYU alumnus and will have

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One of the vices of self-publishing is that you lose motivation to publish when you feel like no one is reading. That is what made it easy for me to skip out. That, and I felt my life was getting to emotional and I didn't want to over inform my readers. But, I miss my blog and the satisfaction of putting my thoughts and commentary into the blogosphere. So this is my official and unofficial

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SO my roomate joined J-date which means no computer for me. I am actually happy for her. The whole online dating thing doesn't seem that bad. Not that I ever thought it was bad. I just never thought very highly of it. The only impression I have ever had of it was from my friend who went on a crazy dating frenzy after he and his girlfriend of years broke up. That is sort of where my roomate is now

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So the computer system at my work decided that my occasional blogging was unproductive and has hence blocked this site from their server. Not knowing this for a day or so, I lost about four or five posts to the great graveyard that they call cyberspace. To give you a run down of those post: I gave mention to Brittany and her getting married to a baby daddy in the house of some random tailor. Most

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Dress up any outfit, including jeans and a zip up sweater. Today I opted for the fancy foot wear because I needed to look nice enough for my internship but I wanted to be comfy for my maybe maybe-not date after woods. Anyway, the six avenue walk was not as bad as I thought it would be. I never thought I would be a stilettos-during-the-day kind of gal because I walk A LOT. But, the subway is a

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Clinton that is... Mr. President. Some one created a blog where you can send your best wishes to the former president. I think I am going to post something in regards to how much I appreciated him as a President. But, I do hope he is doing well. Check it out

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Would you sell me your soul for a dollar? Write it down. I sell confessconcran my soul and upon my death I will receive one dollar. You won't do it right? I wouldn't. Last night I walked into class and this was the first question posed to me. Would I write down and sign a piece of paper that would forfeit my right to my soul? NO, why not? Upon further discussion it was decided that it was not the

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Every fall, after raising their young near Teshekpuk Lake and the Colville River, tens of thousands of geese and tundra swans leave the North Slope of Alaska for more southerly shores. Some end their journey at the Pocosin Lakes National Wildlife Refuge in the flatlands of North Carolina. Both habitats could be transformed if current Bush administration initiatives come to pass. The birds would

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Sony close to acquiring MGM in $3 billion deal By Gary Gentile Sept. 14, 2004 | LOS ANGELES (AP) -- Sony Corp. is a step closer to acquiring famed Hollywood studio Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Inc. in a $3 billion deal that would give it a considerable library of more than 4,100 titles. The sale would mark the third time billionaire investor Kirk Kerkorian has sold MGM, one of Hollywood's most storied

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Usually on a crowded subway train, I chose not to sit down. Even if I have the chance to squeeze in between two space deprived passengers, I know that one of the other people standing is just dying for a seat. I have had those days myself. After working 13 or 14 hours and walking to midtown the west side and back, there is not a single seat on the train. So using some backwards an inexplicable

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Shares of Krispy Kreme Doughnuts Inc. fell Monday after the company said an independent auditor refused to sign off on the firm's second-quarter financial statement until an outside law firm hired by the company's board performed additional work. The Winston-Salem-based company said in a filing Friday with the Securities and Exchange Commission that the auditor, which it did not name, would not

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Look at these cars. They are beautiful. I can't believe every one who went to the show today walk away with one for free. I even heard that the car company is paying the taxes on them. As the premier of her 19th Season Oprah decided to go for the big prizes. I wonder if it's going to start getting harder to get ahold of Oprah Tickets. The website says that Oprah is planning the biggest, grandest

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Last Night after splurging on a new pair of Diesel jeans (because all of my old jeans and pants are to big) I stopped by the Monkey. One of the owners pulled out this little yellow paper back book. There was no picture on the cover just black, Times New Roman print: The Drinking Man's diet. The owner read me the opening lines of the book: "Did you ever hear of a diet which was fun to follow? A

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I think that it is important to keep yourself informed. As my History of the Media teacher said, "News is anything that you didn't know." But frankly. I fing picking up a newspaper to frustrating and depressing. There is never any "good" news. On the day to day, I hear about hurricanes and explosive foriegn affairs. People on the streets, in my classes, at my job seem to bring up all the top

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Is Bush trying to make himself the golden god of defense by focusing on one evil and ignoring the rest? Did Kerry use the fire in North Korea as self-promotion in the last strech of the campaign or did he alert the presses because he is as pissed of and feed up with the Bush administration as I am? Kerry Says Bush Has Ignored North Korean Threat By DAVID E. SANGER Published: September 13, 2004

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One: Tuesday night 6pm- History of the Media. Great Class!!! The teacher seems like one of those hippie conception types. Actually, I know he is. At first impression, I could tell we would get along. I think learning should be done as a gaining of knowledge and experience. Dates aren't always important. That is, if they happened in the past. Dates in the future... very important. Don't forget to

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I hate first weeks. I am a stubborn creature who is adaptable but hates change. This week I started a new internship, a new job at the Monkey Royal, and my last academic course load before I become a college graduate this December. What did all these firsts amount to? Tears, mostly. Overload. Does not compute. Johnny five is alive, but can't understand this alien planet. My roommate got a dog

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I hate coming home after visiting family. I had such an effortless time with them. We drank, played cards, built fires in the middle of the woods and gathered. There was a lot of gathering. It is the thing to do when you live in a city with little money and lots of crime. On my first day their, I heard about two boys who had just been shot in gang related violence. The from page of the Lowell Sun

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I hate painting corners. I spent hours painting a display cabinet at my father's best friend’s house and now matter how careful I was, I could never get the corners quite right. I switched from the big brush to the small and with the slightest slip of my hand I was streak white across the vibrant orange back drop. I tried painting lefty and righty, standing on a chair, and hunching over sideways

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