The Hunger Games

Well as many of you know, if any of you are reading this, there is a huge hype going on about the film adaption of "The Hunger Games," which is deserved since they are awesome books (Speaking of which, Tiffany still has my copy. Hmm...). I've been doing my research for months now, keeping up with the latest news on the movie via Google and I've decided to actually do something about it. There's been an address listed online, credited to be that of the casting director, Debra Zane. Today I looked at the address on Google maps and discovered the address is real, as well as listed as one of the businesses. So since this sounds pretty legitimate, I'm going to do it. I'm going to send my resume in.

I know it probably doesn't sound like a big deal but for some reason it really is. The protagonist, Katniss, is someone I admire but, even more importantly, I understand. I can relate because let's face it, sometimes I am a monster. I am cold, calculating, mean, moody, bossy, fierce, manipulating, and rebellious. But I also do have a desire to be liked. I'm self-conscience, I don't want to hurt people, and can have a great capacity for love and loyalty where others do not. We're both paradoxical and don't always know how to deal with it, express ourselves, or balance these insane emotions out.

And I think it's because I so strongly correlate with her and desire to succeed in acting that it's a big deal. For some reason, I keep trying to talk myself out of it and convince myself it's pointless so why bother wasting the money on the postage. That this is a ridiculous notion. But why should it be? It's not ridiculous.

Why should it be ridiculous? Emma Watson started out in school plays and then landed Hermione and is now one of the richest young actresses in the world. Matthew McCaughey was a nobody till he was cast in Dazed and Confused. Why is it so absurd that I could be as successful as they are and potentially be cast in this movie? I'm a good actress, I can sing, I'm athletic, I have the motivation and desire, I've done a little archery before. I shot a couple holes through my fence even. (Sorry Dad, I still haven't told you about those). My biggest self-imposed obstacle is my blonde hair, which isn't even that light and I'd be more than willing to dye it for the chance to play Katniss.

Probably nothing will come of it. But I know I'll just kick myself in the pants forever if I don't at least try.



So yesterday, I updated my resume. I took probably thirty pictures of myself with my dinky camera trying to get one that was clean and captured myself. I printed it out. And even though it's far from perfect, it's the best I can do right now. And I've just gotta try.

Bailey Sue

SONG: Weapon by Matthew Good Band (It's the first one on the playlist so go listen)
MOOD: Determined

And Another Thing...

...why do people have to walk so freaking slow? Seriously, you folks in the hallways bother me. I mean, we're all trying to walk in the same tiny spaced with traffic coming both directions, full of people who have classes to attend and things to do. And you slow bums are severely blocking the flow! I feel like a car dangerously crossing the unbroken yellow line into the opposite line trying to get around you. And accidents do happen.

Good thing this is BYU. If this was New York, you'd be trampled.

And I'm sorry but it's you Metro Asian guys, Polynesians, ands skinny white girl possys who are typically the culprits. Sorry but my grade and job are a bit more important than being politically correct.

Hawaii is just making me grumpy. I know right? It sounds ridiculous but I'm tired. I'm bored. I sick. Sick of being away from my boyfriend and sick with migraines every day. I don't get enough sleep because I have to wake up early to work at my minimum wage job and today, basically my only sleep in day, I was kept up all morning with by a headache, sunlight, and maintainence weed-whacking the bushes under my window.

And I just signed a contract thats gonna keep me here for basically another year. Forgive for not jumping for joy over it.

Bailey Sue
MOOD: Depressed
SONG: ???

*smacks head*

I hate it when people stand way to close to me. Especially when there is food involved. I went to dinner and was serving myself a bowl of pasta at the salad bar (a very healthy serving mind you) when this brunette girl who I had never seen before comes up right next to me to get some herself. Like no more than two inches away. Does that not that seriously put the pressure on? I feel all obligated to suddenly hurry up and get my food so I can get out of their way and do it gracefully so I don't make a mess and look like a complete idiot. Suddenly ladling a spoonful of whatever onto my plate is like a race against time itself and the patience of the person behind me.

But at the same time, it makes me kinda mad because I'm go (in my brain of course) "Uh hello, I was here first sister. You can wait you're turn. The pasta isn't going anywhere and trust me, you don't need it anyway!"


My friend told me she got in a fight with her boyfriend. When she told me what it was about, I couldn't help but laugh because I knew exactly what she meant. How you get into fights that really are just plain stupid but at the same time you mean them. And it's not because we don't love you or we're trying to make your life hard that we fight them but because we care so much. (It's cuz I love you dear if you're reading this =) )

She and her man had been fighting because she went to Hooters with her female friends but before she wouldn't go her boyfriend. And you know, I knew exactly where she was coming from. Of course you wouldn't want to go to Hooters with your boyfriend. I'm not going to deliberately take my man out to look at other women but if me and a bunch of girls go to Hooters it's not big deal because obviously we aren't going to be checking out the waitresses. And then I heard it argued that a boy would appreciate his girlfriend taking him to Hooters, like it would be treating him. What a waste of space. That's so freakin stupid. I don't want to be appreciated because I let you slobber over and oogle other women. I want you to appreciate me because I'm your loving, loyal girlfriend and have the decency to be loving and loyal back. Ugh boys. Seriously stop acting like dicks and grow up and act like men.

Excuse my language but there was no other way to say it. It's been a big topic with me lately. I'm sure you'll hear all about it.

Cheers

Back From the Depths of the Unmotivated

It's funny how we're so excited to start things like this blog for instance. We begin so diligently, posting every couple of days. But then soon the interest fades and the posts begin to fizz out as my fairly uninteresting life continues on. But then we see or hear something and immediately that spark is somehow rekindled and we decide that we're going to try again now that our conviction is rekindled.

I just finished watching the film Julie and Julia, which follows the life of both Julia Child and a young woman named Julie who decides to cook all the recipes in Child's cookbook in one year, chronicling her culinary adventure in an online blog. I immediately felt connected with the character of Julie, who is married to wonderful guy (not married but love you dear) and works a mundane job day after day (Hello media services). She was once an aspiring writer but never finished any of her books (and hello to the many started novels and ideas sitting on my computer). Like Julie, I'm selfish, absorbed, and never quite finish anything I start to my own disappointment.

And like Julie I have this blog. And even though I quite honestly don't have anything cool to write about like her endeavors in the kitchen, I am once again trying to be more diligent about the things I start. So here's hopefully to a merry blogging experience and more posts to come. Party on.

Bailey Sue
MOOD: Inspired
SONG: The Journey by Sleeperstar