Lifestyles of the penniless and obscure - "It's just my Viagra," Part Deux

Okay, so today I get to volunteer at the veggie assoc. booth at a local festival. I haven't volunteered in awhile, and if I can make it tomorrow, there is 'walk for farm animals.'

I haven't worked on my writing for a long time. It's weird how we get fired up in one area and then we slump in another. I say I have too much going on, but do I really? I can certainly cut out my internet/facebook/youtube time.

My parents are back home and it was lovely having them away. So ready to quit my real estate job. Yesterday I took pics of a really gear house. They had a media room set up to look like a mini-theatre. I want a movie theatre. What I really want to a lot of space for people from out of town can stay with me or people can just crash for days at a time. What is it with people and awesome houses that they don't know how to decorate?

So that rather randy director emailed and said that he wants to put more kissing in this one scene (that someone had previously told him was too much) in this one movie and then he wants his character to "strangle" my character. This is getting really over the top. I DO NOT want to be a part of his strange movies anymore. I don't think he's dangerous or anything. He's getting off on all this. There's no doubt about it. How should I go about telling him no without burning bridges?

So a few nights ago there was a show I attended with a lot of local actors I know and that really annoying chick who wants to be in movies and goes around the local actors and gets their autographs at after parties. I'm serious. After the film fest, she went around the party and got autographs, and everyone was too drunk to really question why she was fawning over them like they were a-list celebs. I wanted to tell her to stop, that she was acting silly, but I was too drunk on martinis.

She knows a casting director who gets me jobs sometimes and she just so happened to be cast as an extra in that pretty big movie I was talking about before. She shows up on set about a half hour late and she was beside herself when she got to sit behind the pretty big actor in this one scene. Throughout the filming, she looked on the verge of an orgasm. She is seriously one of the dumbest girls you'll ever meet, and at the show, she came over to my table and wanted me to cram about 7 years of photography education into her head in that one evening. She doesn't know how to research anything herself, and we started talking about the supernatural and how she thinks she's psychic. Every single weird thing that has happened to her, though, has happened via facebook. She said her mum once saw a ufo flying over her baseketball hoop. I asked her cheekily if her mum had been smoking something, and she said 'probably,' for her mum really enjoys pot. Which explains everything. The girl is a clingy, needy downer drama queen who is constantly putting herself down in order to get you to condridict her. I feel sorry for her, but talking to her is like slowly skewering your head on a rusty wire-hanger.