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Aug. 16th, 2004
After Jenny and Mom left on Saturday, I walked back to my partment and slugged in front of the TV, watching the Olympics. I had a rather ambitious agenda for the day: 1) get my legs and bikini area waxed, 2) got to church, 3) do a little load of launday and 4) hit the tanning salon. But I ended up doing only 2 and 4--I scrambled to church at the last minute and got there in the middle of the Magnificat. After church, I walked through a street fair (and picked up a pair of darling earrings for only $2) and then baked in ersatz sun.
Sunday I had to do a grueling promo for Maybelline. I stood in a Rite Aid for 4 hours while no one wanted a demonstration, and only a few people took coupons. My feet were killing me after that--it really is much more tiring than it sounds. I also had a weird encounter--I saw a guy who looked familiar. He came over and started talking to me and he said I looked familiar as well. We started trying to figure out where we'd seen each other, and I realized how I knew him--I'd modeled with him at FIT. And I'd found him intensely annoying. Of course now that I'd been talking to him, I couldn't ignore him and he was just as pushy and condescending as he'd been before. Weirdly (because he seemed very unmasculine--I thought he was perhaps some kind of transgender type, with this rubbery weird face and absolutely no muscle tone at all) he was pushing me to have a drink with him. At first I thought he meant it like "we're two artists, let's talk about doing a project together" then I realized oh no, he wants a date. Ew!!! I said "is this a date? Because I'm seeing someone" and he was all "It doesn't have to be--you're an actress, you should explore." EW!!! And when he left was all "think about it," like I'm considering law school or something. What is there to think about? You're nasty and I'm not interested. Incredibly annoying.
Sunday I had to do a grueling promo for Maybelline. I stood in a Rite Aid for 4 hours while no one wanted a demonstration, and only a few people took coupons. My feet were killing me after that--it really is much more tiring than it sounds. I also had a weird encounter--I saw a guy who looked familiar. He came over and started talking to me and he said I looked familiar as well. We started trying to figure out where we'd seen each other, and I realized how I knew him--I'd modeled with him at FIT. And I'd found him intensely annoying. Of course now that I'd been talking to him, I couldn't ignore him and he was just as pushy and condescending as he'd been before. Weirdly (because he seemed very unmasculine--I thought he was perhaps some kind of transgender type, with this rubbery weird face and absolutely no muscle tone at all) he was pushing me to have a drink with him. At first I thought he meant it like "we're two artists, let's talk about doing a project together" then I realized oh no, he wants a date. Ew!!! I said "is this a date? Because I'm seeing someone" and he was all "It doesn't have to be--you're an actress, you should explore." EW!!! And when he left was all "think about it," like I'm considering law school or something. What is there to think about? You're nasty and I'm not interested. Incredibly annoying.
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Aug. 16th, 2004 06:58 pmAfter escaping from the rubbery, possibly transgender guy who hit on me yesterday, I got waxed, and then walked home. I was exhausted but I pulled myself together for Heidi's housecooling party. Her soon-to-be-erstwhile apartment is quite pretty--a cool little railroad apartment with some great features. Heidi has an excellent eye for color--I look forward to seeing how she paints the new place. I got there around 7:00 and hung out with Duncan, Mike, Heidi, Chris and Paula for awhile. Oh yeah, and Doug :) *mwah* It was fun, just relaxing hanging out with people. Mike apologized for forgetting (again) to bring me his copy of The Fountainhead and I scolded his lack of Objectivism. I said "Are you expecting me to pick up the slack for you?" I should have called him Moochie Welch.
After awhile we dispersed, and Doug and I hung out some more, drinking and watching the Olympics. Watching them in the Internet era is TORTURE--I've already been spoiled about much of tonight's program. I CANNOT let myself read the news tomorrow, as I really want to enjoy the women's gymnastics team program. Go USA!
Oh, and can I say how much Iran SUCKS? Way to live up to those Olympic ideals, guys!
After awhile we dispersed, and Doug and I hung out some more, drinking and watching the Olympics. Watching them in the Internet era is TORTURE--I've already been spoiled about much of tonight's program. I CANNOT let myself read the news tomorrow, as I really want to enjoy the women's gymnastics team program. Go USA!
Oh, and can I say how much Iran SUCKS? Way to live up to those Olympic ideals, guys!