ugh. ugh. ugh. i can't help it. i'm easily agitated. illogic fucking agitates me. unnecessary to-do fucking irritates me. overcomplication grinds my gears. being shuttled back and forth and OK walkie-talkie, KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, every 5 minutes KNOCK KNOCK, when i say, really, but i don't think i'm in this shot... it's the reverse... Well, I dont know, so get prepped and head back down... I'M NOT IN THIS FUCKING SHOT. IT'LL BE AN HOUR. WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE ONE TIME. EYELINE?? SERIO?? NOBODY'S EVEN LOOKING MY WAY IN THAT SHOT
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
but reason is immaterial when everyone is scuttling around, and the expectation that some thing will change or happen is unanimous, i get it, i do, but my stom feels POOR, and i haven't actually done any kind of acting, except for like one scene, in which i had to deliver my lines, to the reflection of 2 red x's in a mirror................. fucking eyeline my ass.
UGHHHHH
no no no no im not complaining but fuuuuuuckin A.
i used to be this- i used to do this- please just tell me where to go and what to say and what to wear yes and when to be there in fact dont even tell me when just pick my ass up and turn my head every time i need to look another direction- yes, this used to be my dream, it did, so, im not complaining, if it were still, id be living it- i am- i am living it in all possible ways--- but BOY i have changed. i need to stick my nose in the kitchen. i am not meant to just be directed. i've gotten accustomed to my intellect and my brain being made use of-- like, for example, if somebody doesn't KNOW if i'm in a shot, and i say, I'm not, because it's the reverse of what we just shot, so I can't possibly, unless this is some, experimental, Danny Boyle/Terry Gilliam/Emir Kusturica post-party shot, it just doesn't make any fucking sense--- see, I'm accustomed to, if I have an answer to a question (a question that in this case involves my own personal ass's ability to breathe, especially), to that being, you know, a GOOD THING??? but no, see here, its like, theres so many cooks in the kitchen, and i get it, and i'm not one of them, and i get why it would just confuse the poor 2nd AD who's just running around trying not to get barked at, and really has no idea what's going on in the scene let alone how the shot is framed......................... so, its useless. and i have to hustle on over there, just to stand there, for a while, before, i can finally raise the point, that im not in the goddamn shot, and be released. only to be called back in, i dunno when, but during which time, an extra hour in my trailer could have been had, reading, or chilling, or blarfing into the toilet, or what have you.
FIN
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
but reason is immaterial when everyone is scuttling around, and the expectation that some thing will change or happen is unanimous, i get it, i do, but my stom feels POOR, and i haven't actually done any kind of acting, except for like one scene, in which i had to deliver my lines, to the reflection of 2 red x's in a mirror................. fucking eyeline my ass.
UGHHHHH
no no no no im not complaining but fuuuuuuckin A.
i used to be this- i used to do this- please just tell me where to go and what to say and what to wear yes and when to be there in fact dont even tell me when just pick my ass up and turn my head every time i need to look another direction- yes, this used to be my dream, it did, so, im not complaining, if it were still, id be living it- i am- i am living it in all possible ways--- but BOY i have changed. i need to stick my nose in the kitchen. i am not meant to just be directed. i've gotten accustomed to my intellect and my brain being made use of-- like, for example, if somebody doesn't KNOW if i'm in a shot, and i say, I'm not, because it's the reverse of what we just shot, so I can't possibly, unless this is some, experimental, Danny Boyle/Terry Gilliam/Emir Kusturica post-party shot, it just doesn't make any fucking sense--- see, I'm accustomed to, if I have an answer to a question (a question that in this case involves my own personal ass's ability to breathe, especially), to that being, you know, a GOOD THING??? but no, see here, its like, theres so many cooks in the kitchen, and i get it, and i'm not one of them, and i get why it would just confuse the poor 2nd AD who's just running around trying not to get barked at, and really has no idea what's going on in the scene let alone how the shot is framed......................... so, its useless. and i have to hustle on over there, just to stand there, for a while, before, i can finally raise the point, that im not in the goddamn shot, and be released. only to be called back in, i dunno when, but during which time, an extra hour in my trailer could have been had, reading, or chilling, or blarfing into the toilet, or what have you.
FIN
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