My sweet sweet goddaughter is just advancing herself way too rapidly for me.
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Sam's latest.
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They call it background....
....because you're in the background.
Recently, I believe that I have been slightly drunk on a false sense of importance relating to the fact that I can be seen in flashes standing behind principle actors on the magical light box in your living room called the television.
So when there was a nasty rumor going around Glee that production was going to replace all of their regular background actors after the holidays due to annoyance and misbehavior, I experienced about twenty minutes of devastation. They were sick of yelling at all of the loud people, and didn't want to deal with the weeding so had plans to just clearcut everyone and start over.
I was so sad because Glee is so fun, the cast and crew are mostly spectacular humans, and I just liked the summer camp morale of the set.
I gave it a few minutes of mourning, and then I forced myself to be mature. After all, I came here to learn the art of acting, and I certainly am not doing much of that walking hallways and 'reacting' to slushy bombs.
Turns out, the rumor was just that and I have still been booked on America's favorite weekly guilty pleasure. I cant deny that I was tickled by and and joyfully put on my sneakers to prance the halls of William McKinley High School.
But despite the fun and industry knowledge I get from working background, I am going to start backing off, and going to get serious about classes and real scene study. I've already discovered that it's easy to relax into background work. It's brainless, and you convince yourself that youre making progress just because you're on set in the presence of cameras and actors. Even so, I have to keep reminding myself that I'm not here to just hang out at Paramount Studios.
Sounds scary, right? Let me tell you, it's terrifying. I'm contracted at the hospital through the beginning of February, and after that, it's gonna be less day job distraction.
Recently, I believe that I have been slightly drunk on a false sense of importance relating to the fact that I can be seen in flashes standing behind principle actors on the magical light box in your living room called the television.
So when there was a nasty rumor going around Glee that production was going to replace all of their regular background actors after the holidays due to annoyance and misbehavior, I experienced about twenty minutes of devastation. They were sick of yelling at all of the loud people, and didn't want to deal with the weeding so had plans to just clearcut everyone and start over.
I was so sad because Glee is so fun, the cast and crew are mostly spectacular humans, and I just liked the summer camp morale of the set.
I gave it a few minutes of mourning, and then I forced myself to be mature. After all, I came here to learn the art of acting, and I certainly am not doing much of that walking hallways and 'reacting' to slushy bombs.
Turns out, the rumor was just that and I have still been booked on America's favorite weekly guilty pleasure. I cant deny that I was tickled by and and joyfully put on my sneakers to prance the halls of William McKinley High School.
But despite the fun and industry knowledge I get from working background, I am going to start backing off, and going to get serious about classes and real scene study. I've already discovered that it's easy to relax into background work. It's brainless, and you convince yourself that youre making progress just because you're on set in the presence of cameras and actors. Even so, I have to keep reminding myself that I'm not here to just hang out at Paramount Studios.
Sounds scary, right? Let me tell you, it's terrifying. I'm contracted at the hospital through the beginning of February, and after that, it's gonna be less day job distraction.
Go Figure.
"oh, don't bother coming up here for thanksgiving, Mingni.... we'll just come see you down there!"
sounds pretty sweet and accomodating, right? dont be fooled.
really, what you don't realize straightaway, is that it means that i had to host thanksgiving. turkey and all.
quelle pressure, but i think i pulled it off..... pumpkin cheesecake disaster nothwithstanding.
Look at me, I'm growing.
Fun Fact.
Concerts are a kind of challenge for me. I like being in the mass of humans, all intoxicated with sounds of music they like..... and other things of course. Despite this entrancement, I, being of rather short stature, have some difficulty seeing anything that happens on stage. I miss all the funny faces that the musicians make, I totally miss the non verbal cues.
Until now. With the advancement of technology and generalization of cell phones with impeccable image capabilities, I am now able to view concerts from the cell phones of those standing in front of me.
You may now laugh.
two oh one one.
To face unafraid,
the plans that we've made.
walking in wonky wonderland.
this is my mantra for the new year.
I've recently been reminded of a discussion that took place while I was in nursing school, talking about childhood development and culture.
Prof: "So for example, what were your expectations for your life when you were a young child?"
Us: "I'm gonna play in the NBA!"
Prof: "and then in high school?"
Us: "Maybe I'll get to play in college..."
Prof: ...."and then in adulthood?"
Us: "My knee hurts."
At the time, I just laughed at the wittiness of my friend Jen with the knee line. Now, I just think it's real sad how our dreams seem to get smaller with age. If anything, the opposite should be true. With age, we allegedly gain wisdom, experience, and resources. Apparently, we just lose the follow through.
Be inspired with me, my friends. Face unafraid. Cowabunga, dudes!
the plans that we've made.
walking in wonky wonderland.
this is my mantra for the new year.
I've recently been reminded of a discussion that took place while I was in nursing school, talking about childhood development and culture.
Prof: "So for example, what were your expectations for your life when you were a young child?"
Us: "I'm gonna play in the NBA!"
Prof: "and then in high school?"
Us: "Maybe I'll get to play in college..."
Prof: ...."and then in adulthood?"
Us: "My knee hurts."
At the time, I just laughed at the wittiness of my friend Jen with the knee line. Now, I just think it's real sad how our dreams seem to get smaller with age. If anything, the opposite should be true. With age, we allegedly gain wisdom, experience, and resources. Apparently, we just lose the follow through.
Be inspired with me, my friends. Face unafraid. Cowabunga, dudes!
Laughing in the Loo
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*Mingni
blurgh.
I am embarassingly in love with my iphone. I use it as an ipod, I read the Times on it, I use it as a Bible on Sundays, I neglect my camera in favor of the chic Hipstamatic app.
Did your alarm go off on New Years? Mine sure didn't.
I haven't owned an alarm clock in years and have ridiculously relied on my mobile device to arouse me every day.
In case you hadn't heard, there was some software glitch with the arrival of 2011 and iphones nationwide protested in silent revolt. Seriously. No alarm.
Does it kill you how much our phones have become singing, vibrating, flashing tumors on our hands? Oy.
I would like a list of superfun volunteers who would like to go on a gadget free trip with me. No phones, no pods, no pads. Oh lordy, what would we do?
Did your alarm go off on New Years? Mine sure didn't.
I haven't owned an alarm clock in years and have ridiculously relied on my mobile device to arouse me every day.
In case you hadn't heard, there was some software glitch with the arrival of 2011 and iphones nationwide protested in silent revolt. Seriously. No alarm.
Does it kill you how much our phones have become singing, vibrating, flashing tumors on our hands? Oy.
I would like a list of superfun volunteers who would like to go on a gadget free trip with me. No phones, no pods, no pads. Oh lordy, what would we do?
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*Mingni
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