Step, step, OW!

So here I am locked up inside again. Before I got up this morning, I could hear how disatrous it was outside. The first thing I saw when I looked outside were the big drops of rain pouring into my neighbor's swimming pool. The second thing, were the branches of my tree almost touching the ground. Yes, it's a crappy, rainy day in Montreal and I really can't take staying in anymore.

Sign that I really need to get out of the house - my hips and upper thighs hurt from walking a few blocks.

Maybe it's because I decided to wear 3-inch heeled boots while I followed Sean around McGill's mountaneous campus and up and down streets as we killed time before showing up at the Comedy Nest to watch a friend's comedy troup perform as a fundraiser for the children's hospital.

Either that or I'm just getting old.

Cuz if there's one thing that I enjoy doing in Montreal it's walking though the city. Mind you, there isn't much else to do. It's a very relaxing city out there, especially when it's nice out. Reminds me of the walking class I took when I was in Cegep. We'd take 5 hour walks from Vanier to the Old Port and get graded for it. ah, the good old days when I was young...

oopsies..

Oops, I did it again-I changed my background. No, blogger didn't create new templates (they should!), I just found a way to hack it with this one. Isn't it cool? It's much catchier and reflexive of myself.

Oh yeah, I changed the title too. I just got bored of my old one. It worked for my old webpage, but since most people just come straight to this blog now, it probably doesn't make sense. Hence, the description became my title. More direct anyway.

I've probably got too much free time on my hands, and I'm not likeing it. I'm the sort of person that needs to be doing something practially 24/7. Most of the time though, you'd find me home looking for places to apply for jobs outside of Montreal. I spend my days researching web pages but finding distractions like making phone calls, downloading music, changing my blog templates...

and counting...

I really like this NeoCounter thing I got. Have you noticed it yet? It's in the right sidebar, underneath the regular site counter which I've had since the beginning. I've always wondered who on earth would read all these mindless ramblings that I post and where they come from. Brilliant stuff.

On the downside, it forces me to update more. The fact that knowing people are reading my page makes me not wanna bore them. See I hate it when I visit blogs that usually read only to find out that they haven't updated in weeks.

A warning to those who do read this page, it'll be slow. Why? Because life's slow at the moment. It's really weird not going to school or having a job. I never know what to answer when I'm asked what I'm up to these days. "Just looking for a job" is what I usually say, and it's sort of true. I'm not ovverly enthusiastic to work here, although I did apply for one and hope that they get back to me. I usually spend my days online looking for jobs abroad or just chilling with Sean. Geez, I feel so lazy and I'm surprised I haven't gone ( completely) nuts yet.

A Quick and Dirty I.Q test

Your IQ Is 90

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Above Average Your Mathematical Intelligence is Above Average Your General Knowledge is Average

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

So my little sister is out (illegally) clubbing, I'm here at home doing silly things like a fake I.Q test. See if you can get a better grade than me anyway, it's not as easy as you may think!

Bedroom treasures

I found an old gift but instead of treasuring it, I destroyed it. It had just been sitting in the corner of the bottom of my shelf, buried under papers and pamphlets and whatever else I had carelessly tossed on it. Getting organized, I retrieved the table-size heart-shaped helium balloon an ex had attached to a valentine's day gift a few years ago and wonder why I hadn't gotten rid of it earlier. As if by coincidence, I saw a needle on the second tablet of my shelf and gleefully used it to puncture dozens of tiny holes and watched it wilt with amusement.

No places traces your past - or at least mine- as much as your bedroom. Dig into it- you'd be surprised at what you find. I even managed to find a note my first-grade teacher gave me at the end of that year- basically her memory of what I was like in her class. Surprisingly it was still in good-almost crisp- shape.

My ultimate enemy? Boredom.

I'm at the point where even I think I should get my lazy ass off this chair and do something productive. See, boredom and I don't get along. I realize that no one likes being bored, but surely no one hates it to extent that I do. I get bored of everything- things, people, places, routines you name it. I always need to be doing like a million things at once- what would usually make people exhausted seems to be my normal operating circumstances. No wonder I used to be compared to the energizer bunny.

I've been sitting in front of this computer almost all day just doing whatever I can get my hands on. I sat and just downloaded music for a bit. Then, I started searching for potential places where I could apply for a job, soon. I've decided that I will stay here for this year- well there's only a few months left- so I might as well start saving some moolah for wherever I'm going next. After seemingly hours of unsuccessful job searches , I did get up and started organizing my room. Hell, there were things that haven't been touched since I came back from Mexico - only because I've been busy.

I got bored just wondering around the house looking for stuff to do and came back here, and jumped from site to site, from document to document and photo to photo like a maniac just looking for things to do. I organized my files, redesigned my new blog profile photo, and ulitmately, redesigned my whole blog. What? You didn't notice?? Shame on ya.

Yes, those who've never been here before- welcome to my newly painted 'sphere. I did have a catchier background before, but what can I expect, I got bored of it. Regular visitors, what do you all think of it?

I did Naked Josh

I did it. It was 5 o'clock in the A.M. when I jolted and made my way around in the dark, shivering from the cold, desperate for warmth. I reached out for a sweater, but resisted. Who cared if I under-dressed? I looked good, especially on camera.

Ok, let me clear one thing up- when I say Naked Josh, I'm referring to a TV show.

Yes, more waking up extra-early to earn some cash by just walking and sitting around.

I've never watched this show, which stars Montrealer David Julian Hirsh as a university professor of sexual anthropology who apparently has a lot to learn as he throws himself back in the dating scene.

We started filming at roughly 7:30 A.M in front of the McGill University campus. We played the background students in a typical opening scene- you know, some walk by with books and backbacks, some are sprawled on the grass, some chatting on the benches. Since the scene took place in summer, we had to try our best to stop shivering, which was not easy since it was barely 10 degrees. The wardrobe people were extremely nice to me, wrapping me in a blanket between takes. But then, they told me to change into a miniskirt.

It was pretty funny how all the girls were in miniskirts and cleavage-baring tops. You won't see that (ok well that much) at an actual university.

After takes and takes of outdoor scenes, I spent the last two hours of the shoot just getting payed to sit and wait because they didn't need as many people for last scene. That should be a regular job.

Doin' that Hollywood wannabe thang

What a weekend. It started with a 4:30 am wake-up call on Friday morning, leaving my sister and I only an hour an a half to head to the Longeuil metro station to catch a shuttle that would take me to the set of 15/Love.

Yes, the YTV drama-comedy about the lives of students of Cascadia, international tennis academy.
by 7 am we were in St.Césaire (that's in the south shore, near Granby) ready to play the (background) roles Cascadia students.

We we positioned in the stands of the tennis court as we pretened to be really into the fake game of tennis the actors were playing, and were given cues to cheer for one of the players, get up and applaud, and to show dissapointment.

We were finally given a lunch break at 1:30pm, where we ate in the same room as the cast and crew- this is where you get to see exactly how many people and how long it takes to film one half hour episode; an impressive number must I say.

An hour later we were back to filming outdoor scenes where we had to walk and talk in the background. It was my first time working on a series set, and I begin to note the differences to being on a film set- when filming a series they film non-stop and don't take as many takes as when they do a film. As we moved from scene to scene, it begin to get darker and cloudier. The producers were wise- they moved us inside a minute before it started pouring rain. Nevertheless, there was still one more scene to be shot. Plastic covers were placed on the cameras, a tent was put up, and an autograph seeking scene was shot in 4 or 5 takes before we were allowed to leave.

It was 6:30 pm; Cheryl and I were eager to get home because our grandparents were heading to airport to go back home. Even though we were tired, we ran up and down stairs at all the metro stations in an attempt to try to get to the Cote-verty station, where our parents were waiting for us, faster, but even so, arrived too late and didn't get to see our grandparents leave.

Saturday was party day. What was supposed to be a pool party at Sean's turned out to be a regular barbeque (it was a bit chilly). I arrived early to help prepare and acommodate guests. It was and event with a good turnout. Upon feeling a few drizzles of rain, eveyone clamped into a corner under the tent, while Sean the chef barbequed. We stayed out until 2:30am, at the point where I, wearing a miniskirt, felt like my legs could ice a cup of coffee.

I didn't get to sleep til past 7 am- I must be the most horrible sleeper on earth. A few hours later, after only getting two hours of sleep on and off, I headed home to prepare for an audition.

Audition- I hate that word so much. But not in this context, where we're talking about a print ad audition. I still have no idea why my casting agent decided to send me to this ' audition', where I had to travel all the way to the east end just so they could snap a bunch of photos of me that they may consider using me in their prints ads. Modeling isn't my strength, but what's to lose- I don't kid when I say I'll try anything.