New casting. But for acting.

Always fun, walked, in, read the script. Laughed.

Talked to the other people in the casting, especially this one girl.


After a while we get called up to be next in line for the casting, and we reread the script. It goes along the line of Girl putting on lipstick (or chapstick) and nervious guy staning off to the side, he walks over and says"Hi can I borrow some lipstick?" "uh, yea..." *filmic kiss* guy says "Thanks". FIN. Which is all well and good, but its kinda awkward when; you don't know what the fuck a "filmic" kiss is, you dont know anything about asking, and lastly, the girl is really good looking... and nameless... like the kind of girl normally would make a guy splutter a sentence... like if you were to rate her out of ten (and I have been known to rate people once or twice) she would be a 9 or maybe a 9.5... and we all know 10's are nonexistent.

Just to clear things up, girls are rated 8 for the body 2 for the face. Then there is the other less popular way of rating which is 12 for body 3 for face. for a total of 15, so if your over heard it sounds good.




yea good times.



Then the recall went along the same lines, except there were new rules. New hand positions, and new girl three in fact. One of them made the terrible idea of wearing lipstick... So on my way out as I removed *wiped with arm* the lipstick I got some good laughs from the audience *everyone waiting in line*.



I must say the "acting" is so much more fun then modeling... if I made out with any girls at a modeling casting I would either get slapped or imprisoned. Where as acting they tell me too... hell they even tell me where too put my hands!






ps. It was cherry...




pps.The hot ones chapstick.

Long time no post.


Well I woke up (too) early today to go to a casting.


Kinda odd standing in line again, cant complain, I overheard some big talk of overseas modeling. Stuff along the lines of "My agent says they want to sent me to Paris because there are interested agencies out there, I'm going to get big"... Little do they know what they are about to get themselves into... Hard not to laugh.


So I go into the casting, to have some tiny label, run by this kid my age tell me to walk (very detailed instructions as to where to and back) then said "Thats way too fast, nobody walks that fast" meanwhile I felt like telling him he was wrong, and walking fast is what they want, not the snails pace he was looking for. So he got me to walk a couple more times then did the "thanks"... Next time I'm bringing a tazer.




I shall update this blog when anything fun happens.

After a long talking at (from Thing Two AT me) and some attempted guilt tripping ("its not my fault, stop saying its my fault, you dont like me?") I AM DOOOONE




OUT

Tomorrow at 9:45 I leave Milano


15:45 I arrive in Toronto.



life is good!


now to find an alarm clock.



The discussion went as I had expected. I told them the conditions, they tried to guilt trip me out of my choice. Then after a couple minutes of the bs they were trying to feed me, they gave in. They took my phone, book, and set cards, and gave me a flight home.



Check and mate. Now king me.

So as it stands I am bored (:O shocker eh?)


Now stuff is getting shitty, some people need to be shot, then pillaged, others need a pat on the back, others still need to send me home.


So its over for the season, I sent an email to my mother agent saying



"I am going home by Friday, and there are two ways I can get there.

1) You can send me home, and I will stay with the modelling thing for a bit.

2) I ship myself home, and drop modelling all together. "


Its not word for word, but basically thats whats happening now. Tomorrow I am headed into Elite to tell them... Should be fun.

Quote of this instant

"If there is anything that this horrible tragedy can teach us, it's that a male model's life is a precious, precious commodity. Just because we have chiselled abs and stunning features, it doesn't mean that we too can't not die in a freak gasoline fight accident."

I hate being nice.


Seriously... It never gets me anywhere.


Eamon and I go for a random walk to leave the The Devils Thrown Room (also known as "Where I live"). Always fun to walk in the same giant circles around the same beautiful but dirty. The only way it could be dirtier is if it was filled with Brazilian guys... The sad part it is...


Anyways, when we get home from the random walk, we sit around for a bit (watch another beer make a leap of faith off the railing, to certain demise.) and watched a water fight, then ended up in playing "Nice Guy" and helped one of the really, as Julian would say, "Swerved" Swedish girls back to her room (I didn't want her sleeping on my porch and bringing down the overall class of the hotel)...

The part that piss' me off is that they drank my beer and ate my pizza while I was gone.



But seriously, learn to drink. If your going to smoke, don't drink as much... Its just common sense.

OR

When I clean your sorry ass off the sidewalk take me out for a nice dinner and a movie... or something...



We went to a pool today, I have never seen so many people in such a small place in my life. It was mandatory to wear a swim cap... The sad part was that you could still see the hair jell in the water...



Back to the bitching about hating being nice. Nico has a girl friend, and they have been together for a while, and he cheats so much. Almost as if if didn't cheat he would implode... Not saying thats a bad thing at this point.



I'm getting bored of this, everything here is just not cool. I shouldn't have to lock everything I own up before I leave the house. I shouldn't be worried that everything I own is being used and abused when I go to bed. Hell the people who are stealing it are the people I live with every day. I can't comprehend how someone could steal from you one day and joke around with you the next.


To break even this year, I will have to make in the region of 8k (gross). I will get half of that (rest is the agencies cut), then from what I get 3k will go to paying off hotels, flights, set cards (300 euros) and all that shit. Then the other 1k is to make up for everything I have lost/spent.


To add to the things that went missing while I have been here.

1 Hydrofoil jacket, Large, Black






[/disgruntled, pissed off, bored as hell, post]


PS I have had something in my eye for the last 2 days and its pissing me off

Again this sucks.



My computer that sits near Nicos stuff (bad call I know) now doesn't charge. So I have roughly one hour and 20 minutes before this laptop becomes a paper weight.



So to recap how much money I have spent here.

700 euros on food and travel
$400 on my Ipod (stolen)
$100 on clothes (that have been stolen)
Toomuch for my computer that is now a paper weight.
~75 euros on food and beer that has gone missing in the place.


Then if you add in what I could have been making had I been at home over the summer, this place has failed even more.


GAH


I want to stay for the month only to say I did it. If I do, I'm not sure how sane I will be.




Though of the moment... I could go for a BBQ & beer with friends right about now, then work tomorrow at the coop.