Disconnected

Alas, I am finding myself without internet for the first time in ten years. It's .... well, honestly not as bad as I thought it would be. Instead of spending hours looking up things as banal as 'funny pictures of Chuck Norris', I'm doing more important things.. like,.. sleeping?

Ok, so I am really missing blogging and being able to check my email multiple times a day. But life goes on, and when I get a real job, I'll be able to get the internet.
So here is everything in dot-point form:

• I am quite possibly not going back to university this semester - I haven't decided but I'm definitely leaning towards taking the semester off.
  
• Certain film star is still quite married, much to my disappointment.
• I'm not a film star yet - but I had a really brilliant audition that made me feel better.
• I promise to get the internet as soon as possible.
  

Heartbreak!

Dear readers, after last post I was jubilant. I had a plan, I knew where I was going, and was excited about getting there. Everything is still very much in motion except for one small, tragic thing that I did not forsee.

Certain Film Star is already married.

Oh. Damn. Big. Sigh.

I spent a night lamenting the loss of my future soulmate, when I realised that it is silly to be sad. The odds are simply stacked against his wife - the divorce rate in the United States currently stands at 49%.
If they don't get divorced, she is quite a bit younger than him and I'm sure once her career takes off, she will be seduced by the lure of all the hot young things in Hollywood.
Also, there are any number of 'accidents' that could happen - cars, planes, jet-skis... and half a million diseases she could contract.
Or Certain Film Star, harking back to his days as a serial womaniser, might grow tired of her and move on.
Or she might realise that she's actually attacted to woman, or animals.
All these possibilities add up to one glorious conclusion - I mustn't lose hope!

Hurtling Along

I feel like a snowball rushing down a mountain, picking up tremendous speed and getting bigger and bigger as I go along. No, I'm not getting fat (quite the opposite, actually) but things are beginning to kick into a much faster, much more furious pace. I'm handling it all quite well, and very proud of myself!

I've had a bit of a revelation in terms of my acting career. Until now, it has always been a case of "I'm going to be an actress when I grow up". I'm 19 and a half, I think that if there was ever a time for me to grow up.. now is it. I can't just keep waiting for things to happen; so I'm going to make them happen.

So.. new goals in life: 1) Become the bestest actress in the world.
2) Become successful in my art, moving to LA and doing great films
3) Marry *certain film star*
He's only.. about 27 years older than me! I think this is perfectly reasonable (Mum, who is 30 years older than me, disagrees)!

It's very simplistic, but I need to start working harder. There are a billion struggling 'talented' actors for every successful, well-regarded one, and I don't want to be one of that group. This post is probably much more helpful for me than entertaining for you to read, sorry.

In other news, I am officially moving on Tuesday. Nowhere near being completely packed, though it should all come together pretty quickly. So much of the things in my room are just junk that will be thrown away, so I'm not sure there is that much left to pack. Shall be fun, I love having a new room!

In other other news, something rather bad happened. My Dad and his wife split up, after only about 6 months of marriage. As much as I dislike the idea of my father being with a woman who is not my mother, I was sort of happy that he had found someone who made him happy. That way I didn't have to worry anymore about him being lonely or sad.
Apparently his wife was absolutely vicious and hurt him a lot in the last couple of months, so hopefully it's for the best. I'm just not feeling too good about the whole deal, and suddenly feeling incredibly obliged to take my Dad out to the theatre.

My stomach is rumbling. I've been ignoring it all day. I'm on a weight-loss crusade, and I will not rest until I am a mere slip of my former self. Right now I am best classed as curvaceous - no, not 'curvaceous' in the way that fat women say they are because saying "I'm fat" isn't quite as alluring on dating sites, but actually curvaceous. I simply do not like it, that's all.
So today I have drunk a LOT of water, had two pieces of organic millet bread toast with ginger marmalade, a small bowl of miso soup and four prawn and lettuce rice paper rolls. Erk, doesn't sound like a proper meal let alone a whole day's worth of food. Oh well, this is the way I will have to get used to eating.

My, this post has been boring. I'm on a self-improvement empowerment spree and I suppose this blog is getting swept along for the ride. At least I'll have a couple of people saying "Go Rose!" or scolding me if I ever pause in my quests to be thin, a movie star and Mrs. *certain film star*.

HNT #3

Wearing the fishnets that graced my legs as I played a Can-Can dancer in Annie Get Your Gun!

Starstruck

I saw Asher Keddie at the supermarket!

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Well, for those of you who don't know (and I don't really expect you all to know), Asher Keddie is an Australian actress who I have seen perform a couple of times (pictured right with some man wearing waaay too much makeup). She's currently making it in television, working on Love My Way, but she has also done a lot of really good theatre. The Ishmael Club, Cyrano de Bergerac, Les Liaisons Dangereuses, plus things that I didn't see like Chekhov, Williamson, et cetera.
To be fair, I did see two of her plays in VCE and was rather merciless when picking apart her performance. Perhaps I don't agree with her interpretation all the time, but I certainly admire the way she is climbing her way up the dramatic hierarchy in Australia. She is doing what I wish I was doing already, and hope to be doing very very soon.

Anyway, back to the supermarket. I was standing there with my Mum, waiting at the checkout. There was a thin blonde woman with BIG sunglasses on in front of us; she looked familiar but I wasn't sure where from. I subtly studied her for a little while until it hit me - "Oh my God Mum, that's Asher Keddie!!!". Whispered, of course. I was literally a metre and a half away from this woman that I had previously only seen from .. well, lots of metres as she performed on a stage and I merely watched. I was terrified that it might not be her, but then I noticed she was wearing a little diamante 'A' intial necklace. The deal was sealed - it was definitely Asher Keddie.
She was buying, among other things, juice and toilet paper. A lot of toilet paper. I'm not sure why she should need so much - perhaps she's going to a fancy dress party as a mummy? Or maybe she wants to toilet-paper someone's house? I don't know, but my brush with local semi-celebrity was enough excitement for one day!

Rosie-Mellow

Having a mellow day. Suffering from.. ahem, womanly issues and the best thing to do seems to be to curl up with a book, listen to some great music and doze until Lucien gets home to huggle me better.

To make myself feel better, I went to my local bohemian restaurant/bar/cafe, Tom Phat. I had a salad composed of poached chicken, bean shoots, green and red cabbage, cashews, Thai basil, mint and chilli.. with a hot tom yun goon soupy mixture thrown over the top with extra basil and mint for good measure. It was divine, and has replaced the salmon gravlax at the European Cafe as my absolute favourite dish.

Now, just flapping around doing next to nothing, waiting for my gorgeous boyfriend to come home and hug me better.

Pointless post, maybe?