My Atttempt at Creativity

ACT I

Scene 1

A woman in her mid-20s named Elle is walking around the streets of Hollywood on a job search. She is carrying a large mocha latte and her resume in a leather folder. A large, Mary Poppins tote bag hangs from her arm.

ELLE:

OH MY GOD! Harvey Levin! Mr. Levin!

Elle takes off wildly running down the street after the creator of TMZ. She nearly tackles him to the ground as she spills her coffee all over his dry clean only shirt. She juggles the folder, but catches it. She then fishes around in her purse while talking.

ELLE:

Hi, hi Mr. Levin. Oh my god! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to knock you over. I just got a little excited. You are definitely my icon! I am so sorry. Here let me help you.

Elle backs Harvey Levin into a corner as she dabs at a his shirt with a tissue she found in her over flowing purse.

ELLE:

I can't believe I am talking to Harvey Levin. I absolutely love TMZ! I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself. My name is Elle, and I have wanted to meet you since 2005 when you started TMZ. Working at TMZ is definitely my dream job.

Mr. Levin, to me, celebrities are like mythical creatures in the same category as unicorns, Big Foot, and the Loch Ness monster. Sightings of celebrities are typically rare for most people, and photographic proof is always a necessity. Those normal people, who are lucky enough to achieve celebrity photos and autographs through various methods of harassment, treat the prize like a pot of gold. I keep all of my celebrity memorabilia in a special scrapbook I made. It has autographs from the Backstreet Boys, pictures I took of Tina Fey when she was eating dinner, and a lock of Jennifer Aniston's hair that I found on eBay. Anyways, I have to tell you, Mr. Levin, TMZ is the greatest public service that could ever be provided to these regular people which is why it is my dream job.

Although, I do have to confess, Mr. Levin, I am completely celebrity obsessed! I always know the rehab facility du jour and the boy dilemmas of all the A-list "it" girls. You could ask me anything about any celebrity and I would know it. Ninety percent of the time I would know it long before E! News or Perez Hilton. You see, Mr. Levin, I was born to work at TMZ! I know and love everything about celebrities, and my credentials are perfect with a double major in photo journalism and speech communications from an ivy league school. I was made for this job! Please, please hire me! My life will not be complete without the opportunity to photograph and report on Lindsay Lohan from the bushes outside her halfway house. I would gladly be run over by Kim Kardashian's SUV if it meant I got the perfect picture of her ring less finger. I am begging you to hire me! I could even use the money from the job to buy you a new shirt. I am so sorry about that again, but what do you say? Are you going to hire me?

Once Upon A Bedtime

For some reason, the urge to write always seems to strike in the middle of the night. Stupidly, I drank something with caffeine only a few hours before the time I should have gone to sleep in order to get my seven to eight hours. Now even though I have attempted 30 minutes of dance and mediation yoga, sleep still evades me. On the plus side, I am able to enjoy a bedtime movie, Breakfast at Tiffany's. A classic movie that combines two of my favorite people: Truman Capote and Audrey Hepburn. Capote is the writer of my dreams. He is descriptive and captivating. I also wish I had known him in life. He was a crazed party-goer and a scandalous faux New York socialite. Best of all he is a proud Southern. Basically the man of my dreams. Its a shame that he was gay, unattractive, and most conflicting of all dead. Hepburn is the woman I would love to be. She was strong, attractive, and insightful on top of having a beautiful figure and perfect hair. It takes a great woman to survive the starvation and torture of the German occupation of Europe and then move to Hollywood to become one of America's greatest actresses. The icing on the cake is that Breakfast at Tiffany's is a rom-com with a sexy novelist and a cat. So until the mediation of sleep makes it way to me, I will be lost in the dream world of a perfect movie. Good night from Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Working, working, working

This semester will find me very busy. I have a full class load three of which are writing intensive classes. I also have a wonderful new internship that I am excited to fully begin tomorrow. I spent a small amount of time in the office today, and I believe this internship work is going to be a bright spot in my eventful days. I am starting to feel very adult. All of the responsibilities are overwhelming, and my lack of organization is building up in piles of clothes on my bed and floor. My small amount of free time tonight will be spent reading and cleaning. Time to get organized and stay on top of things. I am also excited to set up my new wii, so that I can start playing wii dance. It will be a good replacement to the zumba classes I can no longer attend due to school and work. The new life of a working girl. Let the busy games begin with interviews, meetings, class, and homework for tomorrow.

Carnival Season Kickoff

I hope everyone is putting their new year's diet on hold for the night and enjoying a delicious slice of king cake. Today is the kick off of the Carnival Season! I am becoming extremely excited for the festive trip to New Orleans. I am most excited to see a few of my favorite Deeg friends. To prepare for the good times, I painted my own Mardi Gras goblet for a special party cup and brought out my purple, green, and gold Perlis rugby shirt. Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez!
A few memories from last year.

The Bead Tree at Tulane
Wonderful NOLA Hostess
Bourbon Street

Get ready New Orleans! We are coming to you in February!

Its 2012 and I'm Still Kickin'

The first post of the New Year and the belated anniversary of my blogging adventures. Thus far the doomed year of 2012 has not been super doomed. I drunkenly and gleefully rang in the year in Athens with my wonderful friends. We partied hard for the dark morning hours, and then not so gleefully celebrated National Hangover Day. I spent the majority of the hangover driving to St. Pete, Fl. Hungover road trips are miserable, but they are made more entertaining with near death picture pit stops and mummified swap artifacts. To celebrate the end of National Hangover Day, I had the almost greatest day ever. Even though the damn Dawgs broke my heart in triple OT, football, friends, and amusement parks were a wonderful time. I guess the motto followed us to 2012... "It was fun until it wasn't and then it was fun again!" Hopefully there will be more fun times than not for the rest of the year.
Some exciting opportunities are beginning to take shape. I could possibly be working for an Athens fashion and culture magazine this semester should the Athens Carrie Bradshaw god be willing. Combining that with my hopeful internship this summer, I could be half-way to E! News or the New Orleans version of E! News. Then again if the whole journalism thing doesn't work out, I could always apply for a job with Haunted History Tours. I definitely would not mind getting paid to lead pub crawls for tourists while telling ghost/vampire stories. Not quite the dream job, but it could be a lot of fun. Still there is always the chance that the world could still end in December, and I wouldn't ever have to worry about the whole job thing. If that is the case I am so happy the first few days of the end of the world have been so wonderful. Cheers to more great memories and my belated blogiversary!