Sorry I've been distant! I've been pretty wrapped up in my life away from the internet. This is good, in my eyes. I like face to face contact. I go out often. I talk to strangers. I really don't like winter here in Indiana, because it's so snowy and slick, and that usually keeps me at home more often then I'd like. I have been getting out more though, now that I'm getting a little more comfortable with the snow. I had my fall. I was outside of the comedy club, walking back to my friend's car, and then suddenly I'm on my ass, looking up at the moon. It took two big guys to help lift my fat ass off the ground. I had absolutely no traction on my boots, and was pretty helpless. I was only slightly hurt. My knee still kind of bothers me, but I think with enough pain medication, I'll be alright soon enough.
I've also been working on another film project. This past weekend was all of the principle shooting for the film. It's a short film called Missing. Search for it on Facebook and like it! I also ended up acting in the film, a small role, but still, my first real speaking role. I got to do a lot of things I'd never done before, makeup wise. This was super exciting for me, and I am really proud with the results, especially since it was my first time. I worked with liquid latex, and created some wounds. I made some squibs (blood bags for gunshots) out of condoms. And, I met some really great people. I love working in film, there's never a dull moment. Unless the film is dull, then perhaps there will be one or two dull moments.
Monday night of this week, I had a night that could best be described as a 'Snooke$ha' night. This is a mixture of Snooki from Jersey Shore, and a Ke$ha song. Sometimes you get drunk, show your poof off to the bar, and go home with a guido. It happens. I am Italian, and I do like hobos, so I guess Snooki, Kesha and I would make a good group of friends. Granted, I've never seen an episode of Jersey Shore, so I have no idea how this Shnookems actually behaves. I just assume it's preposterous, and scandalous, and straight up sluuuutttty. Oh, and Kesha goes hard, hard, ha, ha, ha, hard. And I heard she showed her pussay to everyone in the bar. Soooo...yeah, no beaver shots from Cara Cakes. At least not in real life.
My birthday is coming up in a couple weeks, here at the end of the month. I shouldn't have to remind you guys, but...get me awesome presents!
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