tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post111732656535173968..comments2023-09-23T01:26:47.393-07:00Comments on Kid Sis in Hollywood: A Little ScaryKidsishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531006647626539668noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117480394584134052005-05-30T12:13:00.000-07:002005-05-30T12:13:00.000-07:00PS. I think the secret to Lindsay's diet is cat fo...PS. I think the secret to Lindsay's diet is cat food. After this weekend, I'm sure of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117480311612835162005-05-30T12:11:00.000-07:002005-05-30T12:11:00.000-07:00Well, I let's just hope that hard work, perseveran...Well, I let's just hope that hard work, perseverance, time, effort, and devotion to the medium pays off in the end. If not, hopefully the journey will have enough highs to offset the lows -- and be completely worthwhile even if it doesn't pan out exactly the way I'd hoped. You know? <BR/><BR/>Besides, what happens to a dream deferred? I have no interest in becoming a nasty little raisin in the sun. I like the sun, but there are limits. Better to be unsuccessful than a raisin, I always say.<BR/><BR/>NNAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117478153076339502005-05-30T11:35:00.000-07:002005-05-30T11:35:00.000-07:00If you start looking like Linds, I'm putting the f...If you start looking like Linds, I'm putting the food tube down you myself.Kidsishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531006647626539668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117478093608596262005-05-30T11:34:00.000-07:002005-05-30T11:34:00.000-07:00Ugh. Well...yeah. Wish I knew grit had anything to...Ugh. Well...yeah. Wish I knew grit had anything to do with it. But if it did, I would have made it down here as an actor. Nope, it's luck and who you blow. You know how much the corporations down here respect a loud smartiepants woman with an opinion...if they could, they'd have us all shot.Kidsishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531006647626539668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117470771961378022005-05-30T09:32:00.000-07:002005-05-30T09:32:00.000-07:00You know what, NP? We can't overthink the money/ t...You know what, NP? We can't overthink the money/ talent/ right path question. We'll make it. Right? We got grit if we ain't got sense.<BR/><BR/>NNAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117460219818904562005-05-30T06:36:00.000-07:002005-05-30T06:36:00.000-07:00I'm doing okay, I guess. Wish I were going out and...I'm doing okay, I guess. Wish I were going out and having fun more, wish I were working less, Christ I can't make myself eat (I'm turning into Lindsay "Skeletor" Lohan), and I'm so tired all the freaking time...<BR/><BR/>Also, I'm having some troubles with the powers that be. Looks like my degree (that I'm working so hard for here) will disqualify me from teaching to support myself through the upcoming program in El Lay. Yeah. Get that. The degree will put me in this liminal space, where I'm neither/nor, trapped between a rock and hard set of rules. Very sad.<BR/><BR/>I know what you mean about feeling bad after partying. Seems like after 30, some button goes off in our bodies, and we stop being able to metabolize alcohol. Geez, I remember when I was in my 20's -- we'd go out day after day. And get up at 8am and go to work! Now, it's three drinks on Friday and I'm out for the weekend.<BR/><BR/>Oh, this aging process! I don't want to start disintegrating! I've hardly started to live my life!<BR/><BR/>But it was nice to hear about your escapades. I agree with Ronnie -- it's fun just to live vicariously through you. And you DO deserve a little fun!<BR/><BR/>XO<BR/>NNAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117409783919224822005-05-29T16:36:00.000-07:002005-05-29T16:36:00.000-07:00Gosh, I don't know. Major denial going on right no...Gosh, I don't know. Major denial going on right now. Worried about money, if my plans are insane, am I talented enough, guilt for actually going out and having fun, why don't I work harder, I miss my goddamn cat, Christ I'm fat...And for some weird reason (too old to drink?) I've been dizzy all weekend. Et vouz, mademoiselle?Kidsishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531006647626539668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117374897736014012005-05-29T06:54:00.000-07:002005-05-29T06:54:00.000-07:00Oh, I can't wait to go back out on the town in El ...Oh, I can't wait to go back out on the town in El Lay! I'm sick of living my life like an ascetic! Oh, how I long for the tawdry nights of Tinseltown!<BR/><BR/>It's good to hear, though, that you're getting out again. You need it!<BR/><BR/>How are you feeling?<BR/><BR/>NNAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117337755311736042005-05-28T20:35:00.000-07:002005-05-28T20:35:00.000-07:00Ronnie, if I ever make it up north or you ever mak...Ronnie, if I ever make it up north or you ever make it down south, we will have to go out for a night on the town! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Felt a little goofy to write about it, but it was just so out of the ordinary for me.<BR/><BR/>And the glamorous stuff...it's all smoke and mirrors. But fun to blog about! Except you do meet really cool people in LA - I never get over the wonder that there are so many smart people here going after their dreams.<BR/><BR/>Wow, growing up in a port town. I know Mom would have been in trouble :)<BR/><BR/>NN, it won't be long until we'll be paying way too much to sip chocolate martinis at Chateau Marmont again...<BR/><BR/>Hang in there. No need to turn into crazy-cat-food-eating-professor. People deliver food in your neck of the woods; I'm sure of it.<BR/><BR/>I wrote back to you in the other comments area, too.Kidsishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531006647626539668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117335652409900562005-05-28T20:00:00.000-07:002005-05-28T20:00:00.000-07:00Wow, that sounds soooo much better than my weekend...Wow, that sounds soooo much better than my weekend. I've been working non-stop.<BR/><BR/>When I finally decided I should eat something today, it turned there was nothing in the house but cat food. In order to leave the house, I knew I would need to wash my hair. (Um, think clumps.) If I was going to wash my hair, then I thought I should probably go work out and get really dirty first. The cat food started sounding better and better as I pondered how long the whole affair would take...<BR/><BR/>And here I am, still attached to the keyboard. Sigh. Oh, what I wouldn't do for a fruity cocktail now.<BR/><BR/>NNAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11017722.post-1117327638536865552005-05-28T17:47:00.000-07:002005-05-28T17:47:00.000-07:00Kid Sis, I am reading this entry and laughing out ...Kid Sis, I am reading this entry and laughing out loud, remembering a time not so long ago when I was in my 20s and single and a weekend with my very best friend Angela (still my very best friend today, you'll be happy to hear) was very much like yours. (Except, a LOT LESS GLAMOUROUS, since we lived in Newfoundland and not LA, LOL!!!) But we still went to clubs and danced and drank margaritas and flirted with cute guys in other cars (it <I>was</I> a port town, after all, with hot and cold sailors from around the world on tap!) <BR/><BR/>Anyway, live it up, girlfriend, and lap it up and love it up and enjoy every minute of it. And keep blogging about it, 'cause while we 40-year-old happily married women can still get into mondo trouble of our own, it's always nice to live vicariously through someone living the early days out loud.<BR/><BR/>much love,<BR/>ronnieronniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14044863062652781155noreply@blogger.com